Lin Cheng's fingers tightened around his phone, his nails turning white, and he pursed his lips tightly.
"How is that possible?"
He Nannan to himself, looking incredulous.
Yan Ling asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Lin Cheng quickly snapped out of her daze, smiled, and took Yan Ling's arm, her smile sweet, "Honey, let's go eat."
"Okay." Yan Ling said indulgently, "Auntie is already making it; there's brown sugar glutinous rice cake, which you like."
"Thank you, honey."
Lin Cheng stood up and kissed Yan Ling on the cheek.
Yan Ling got up to go to the kitchen to check on the aunt's cooking progress. As soon as he left, Lin Cheng's smile vanished instantly, and her expression changed in a second.
He leaned back on the sofa expressionlessly, looking at his phone and scrolling through the trending topics list.
I then exited Weibo and opened Douyin.
Marketing accounts are always quick to create buzz, and this morning's live stream was quickly edited into highlight clips by them.
Lin Cheng skillfully opened the search bar, entered the topic " After the Honeymoon Phase " from the program, and instantly a bunch of short videos popped up.
He started by watching the videos with the most likes, one by one.
The videos with the most likes were all by Xiao Yu and Qiao Haiyue.
Xiao Yu has been a womanizer for so many years, but she never answers questions about her personal relationships on TV shows or in interviews.
Even when they went public with their relationship, they simply retweeted another person's official announcement on Weibo.
What he said today on the show " After the Honeymoon Phase " guarantees that the show will never lack topics of discussion again.
Lin Cheng bit his lip. He never imagined that Xiao Yu would actually like someone as boring as Qiao Haiyue.
Lin Cheng and Qiao Haiyue are both actors, and their status is similar. They usually take on leading or supporting roles.
However, after the drama aired, the public opinion surrounding the two was vastly different.
Lin Cheng's pouting and glaring acting style seems good to him, but unfortunately most viewers don't appreciate it, so he gets a lot of criticism, with many accusing him of lacking acting skills.
In Lin Cheng's opinion, Qiao Haiyue's acting skills were mediocre, just what she learned in school, making her a complete bookworm.
Qiao Haiyue's acting skills are mediocre, but he's lucky.
In the entertainment industry, a twenty-year age difference is nothing. Even if Xiao Yu were fifty years old this year, she would still be a king of the music scene forever.
Age doesn't matter; once I marry him, at least I won't have to worry about running out of things to talk about.
In the entertainment industry, being famous for being infamous isn't scary; what's truly terrifying is fading into obscurity.
Lin Cheng's expression truly changed when she saw the video of Jiang Nan going into the lounge to find a gift.
The comments section was flooded with people complaining about being broke.
[Yesterday everyone was saying Jiang Nan was trying to create a rich young master persona, right? But looking at him today, it seems like he is a rich young master in real life. Where's the persona?]
[They're probably just sour grapes, thankfully I didn't think Little Immortal Nan was that kind of person, so I didn't get involved.]
Are you a fan of Jiang Nan?
[No, I'm more of a casual fan.]
[Then why do you trust him so much?]
[Because his idol is also my idol, G-gate will live on forever.]
Lin Cheng gave a cold laugh.
He wondered what had happened, only to find out it was just a display of wealth.
He paused the video, glanced at the lounge, and then chuckled dismissively.
That's all there is to it.
The netizens are just too naive; they were completely fooled.
-
The live stream officially started at 1 p. m.
When it opened, tens of thousands of viewers flooded in.
In the video, the pink-haired girl is sitting in an office chair with her legs crossed, holding a bag of original flavor potato chips.
He raised an eyebrow at the little robot. "Long time no see, my unfilial sons and grandsons."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the tablet standing to the side, on which barrages of comments appeared one after another, like laser guns.
[You unfilial son, can't you tell the difference between the king and the queen?]
Where's Zhouzhou? Where's Zhouzhou?
[I was so happy not to see Little Immortal Nan for an hour, but I was also so sad not to see Heavenly Immortal for an hour. I felt sad and lost.]
[If your boyfriend debuts, Little Immortal Nan, you can just stay quietly to the side. Your mom is definitely biased to the extreme.]
" Zhouzhou went to a meeting."
Jiang Nan glanced at the comments, crunched a potato chip, and mumbled, "That's my wife. No matter how beautiful she is, she's mine. You can only have your opinions."
The Little Black Ball rested quietly on the top of the little robot's head.
It is still angry and sadly spreads out its limbs.
Jiang Nan coaxed it a few times, including but not limited to, letting it play on its phone, buying it a new SpongeBob SquarePants, and buying it a new collection of corny jokes.
But it was completely useless.
He's still live-streaming, so he can only try to coax her later tonight.
Jiang Nan was engaged in a fierce battle with the comments section when there was a sudden knock on her office door.
I think I heard a knock on the door.
[You're not the only one; I heard it too.]
Jiang Nan assumed it was a secretary's office or another company executive, so she quickly stuffed the bag of potato chips into the drawer, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands clean, and cleared her throat. "Come in."
The next second, the office door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Nan's serious expression faltered instantly upon seeing the dazzling green hair of the newcomer. "It's you?"
Fu Xingli, one hand in her pocket, asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
[Who is it? Who is it? I'm so worried, who is it?]
[This voice is quite nice, I want to see her face.]
The next second, the little robot turned its head.
Fu Xingli stood at the door wearing a pure black sporty jacket, his figure slender and thin, typical of a young man, yet exuding the aura of an Alpha.
The comments section paused for a second, then exploded.
[Help! Help! Mom! I think I'm in love again!]
[ Little Immortal Nan, who is this? Can I marry him and have him be your stepmother?]
[Oh my god, isn't that Little Green Hair?]
[Which one???]
[The one where I was photographed shopping with Little Immortal Nan last time.]
[Holy crap, so what's the relationship between these two?]
Jiang Nan glanced at the screen and casually said, "This is my son, it's absolutely true."
Upon hearing this, Fu Xingli immediately exploded, " Jiang Nan, if you have the guts, say that again in front of my brother!"
"Fine, I'll say it then." Jiang Nan snorted coldly.
He and Fu Xingli were natural rivals; when they got together, eight out of ten sentences were spent arguing.
Half an hour later, Fu Jingzhou came in after finishing his meeting. When he caught sight of Fu Xingli, he casually asked, "What brings you here?"
Fu Xingli paused in her eating of potato chips. "What? I can't come now?"
Fu Jingzhou: "... I was just asking, why are you so excited?"
Jiang Nan raised her hand, as if answering a question in class, "I know, because he's unhappy that I said he's our son."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He paused for a moment, then said, "I think..."
"I don't care what you think, I care what I think." Jiang Nan interrupted him, looking up at Fu Jingzhou. "Tell the viewers in the live stream, didn't he call me 'Dad' very seriously before?"
Fu Jingzhou fell silent again.
He lowered his eyelids and exchanged a glance with Jiang Nan. The blue clothes really made his skin look fairer. When he tilted his head back, his pink hair fell over his forehead, and his eyes were very bright and full of expectation.
"Yes, he did."
Fu Xingli: "..."
"I can't live like this anymore."
The Little Green Hair creature let out a painful howl.
Fu Jingzhou poured two glasses of warm water, holding one in each hand and handing one to Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan immediately tucked both hands into her sleeves. "I don't like drinking warm water."
Fu Jingzhou: "Do you want to drink or not?"
Jiang Nan conceded. "I'll drink it."
He held the glass of warm water as if he were drinking Chinese medicine, taking a sip and resting for half a day.
Fu Xingli glanced at the other glass of warm water in Fu Jingzhou's hand and quickly said, "I just finished a bottle of water, I'm not thirsty now."
Fu Jingzhou: "This cup is mine."
Fu Xingli: "... Oh."
Fu Jingzhou took a sip of water, the warm water moistening his throat. "Weren't you supposed to be at school today? Why are you at the company?"
"I took the day off," Fu Xingli said. "I'm here today on a mission."
Jiang Nan asked in confusion, "What mission?"
Fu Xingli winked at him; "Don't forget our bet."
Jiang Nan paused for a moment before realizing what he meant. "Just you wait, I'm definitely going to win."
"That's not necessarily true," Fu Xingli scoffed.
Fu Jingzhou remained silent for a long time. After the two finished speaking, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Nan: "Did something happen between you two that I don't know about?"
Fu Xingli: "Brother, my dear brother, there's no point in being jealous like this."
Fu Jingzhou remained silent, but glared at Fu Xingli twice.
Jiang Nan almost spat out her water. " Little Green Hair, are you kidding me? How could Zhouzhou possibly be jealous of such trivial things?"
Fu Jingzhou calmly took a sip of water and said, "Exactly."
"I..." Fu Xingli stopped, "Never mind, whatever makes you happy."
Jiang Nan: "What do you mean? I feel like you look down on me?"
Fu Xingli: "How could that be? You're so smart, how could I look down on you?"
Jiang Nan snorted coldly and decided not to speak to him.
Since there's a live stream now, he can't very well bring up Song Zhusheng's name.
A true warrior is always willing to endure and settle scores later.
-
Meanwhile, Lin Cheng and Yan Ling changed their livestream location for today.
At the start of the live stream, the two were standing on a rooftop somewhere in Beijing, with the wind howling and a small helicopter in front of them.
Lin Cheng watched the live stream with a smile, "Hello everyone, this afternoon Brother Yan and I are going abroad for afternoon tea."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to the helicopter in front of him and said, "This was a birthday gift from Brother Yan last year. We've both been quite busy this year, so we haven't used it much. The maintenance fees alone have cost several tens of dollars..."
He paused subtly, a helpless yet sweet smile on his face, "When I used to watch idol dramas, I always thought the male leads who could ride in private jets anytime, anywhere were so cool. Now I realize it's really expensive."
[Help! I cried out for help! Oh my god, I've learned something new!]
Is the maintenance fee really only a few tens of dollars?
[What are you thinking? Little Orange paused because she couldn't say it out loud; it must be dozens of Ws.]
Wow, do celebrities really earn this much money?
[Is there anyone who doesn't know that Little Orange and Actor Yan are childhood sweethearts? They're both genuine second-generation rich kids; even if they weren't celebrities and didn't work, they could still afford private jets.]
Before boarding the helicopter, Lin Cheng contacted her assistant and got the hashtag "Jiang Nan, a young master from a wealthy family," trending again.
There's a really good word in the dictionary.
--To praise someone to death.
-
Although Fu Xingli said she came for the bet with Jiang Nan, she was actually there to sign a contract.
He followed his brother, and the two entered the conference room next door.
Lin Shen stood at the door, holding two contracts in his hands.
After Fu Jingzhou took his seat, Lin Shen promptly placed the two contracts he was holding on the table and carefully closed the door.
Fu Xingli picked up the pen on the table and habitually twirled it twice.
Although he was a poor student, he possessed all the talents to be handsome.
For example, they are particularly good at pen spinning.
A plain black ballpoint pen held between his slender, fair fingers looked like an incredibly expensive fountain pen.
Fu Xingli leaned back lazily in her chair. "Give me the contract."
Fu Jingzhou crossed his legs. Black is always a versatile color, and different people can wear it to create different looks.
He sat casually at one end of the conference table, his suit jacket highlighting his straight shoulders, exuding an air of refined elegance.
"Have you thought this through?" Fu Jingzhou asked. "Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you? Transferring shares is no small matter."
"Come on," Fu Xingli yawned. "My goodness, just the fact that you didn't kill me when I wet the bed in your bed when I was five years old shows how good you really are to me."
Fu Jingzhou remained silent for a moment, unable to utter a rebuttal.
He still remembers how he felt back then.
That night it rained and thundered, so five-year-old Fu Xingli dragged his Transformer toy and cried loudly, refusing to sleep alone.
At the time, both elders in the old house were away on business trips, so Fu Jingzhou had no choice but to agree to let Fu Xingli sleep with him.
Then that night, he had a dream while he was sleeping.
In her dream, the Lady White flooded Gold Mountain, the waters surging and pouring down recklessly.
Fu Jingzhou felt as if he were actually there, thinking he was just engrossed in watching an animated film.
A heart-wrenching cry shattered his dream.
Fu Xingli sobbed, breaking out in a sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead.
Fu Jingzhou sat up, about to ask him why he was crying, when he realized his own hands were wet too.
He almost stopped breathing, feeling like his whole body was about to shatter. " Fu Xingli, you're five years old, not five months!"
Fu Xingli sobbed, feeling wronged, and refused to speak.
Although he was only five years old, he knew that bedwetting was a little embarrassing and that other children would laugh at him.
After a long while, he finally mustered the courage to open his eyes.
His beloved brother was as pale as a sheet, as if he were about to pass away at any moment.
Recalling this, Fu Jingzhou let out a difficult breath and said to his childhood nightmare, "Sign it."