Shen Zhiyi was inford about the matter early in the morning. Before she had a chance to go online, after hearing what Wang Feifei had said, she felt sowhat baffled not knowing what the photo looked like, so she said, "I’ll look at the photo first, then I’ll text you in a bit."
Just after hanging up, Pei Yu half-awakened, opened his eyes, pulled her into his arms, nearly knocking her phone out of her hand.
Shen Zhiyi steadied her phone, patted his shoulder, "Ease up a bit."
He was holding her so tight, she couldn’t move at all.
"Hmm?" Pei Yu loosened his grip slightly, buried his face in the crook of her neck, still half-asleep, his voice hoarse, "What are you looking at?"
"A photo," Shen Zhiyi said as she found the photos Wang Feifei was talking about.
The photos were taken precisely the mont she got into the car after work last night. The car door was still open, and inside, Pei Yu leaned over to help her with her skirt hem, revealing half of his face illuminated by the streetlight. Then the car door closed, but the window was halfway down. She was leaning her head on Pei Yu’s shoulder, looking up at him, seemingly talking about sothing.
A fan must have been very close to the car to capture these scenes so clearly. Shen Zhiyi, viewing herself from this angle, was so surprised she couldn’t speak.
Was that the expression on her face?
It was very gentle, very relaxed, anyone seeing it would guess she had a good relationship with the man, not to ntion those gestures were already intimate enough for the opposite sex.
No wonder Wang Feifei said it would be difficult to brush this off.
"Pei Yu," Shen Zhiyi pushed the person who seed to have fallen asleep again, placed her phone in front of him, her tone complex, "Take a look."
Barely opening his eyes to glance at the screen, Pei Yu lazily nodded, comnting, "Not bad."
Whether it was the composition or the color grading, both had a subtly intimate nightti atmosphere, portraying him and Shen Zhiyi very clearly, like a couple.
Shen Zhiyi: "...It’s not about whether the shots are good or not."
She was a bit worried, "Your face was captured."
And quite clearly at that.
After a few words, more awake than when he first woke up, Pei Yu took the phone and looked at it carefully, "It’s fine."
He was indifferent.
Looking towards her with downcast eyes, he asked, "How would you like to explain this?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Shen Zhiyi answered with a question, "Can I explain it any way I want?"
"Hmm," Pei Yu could probably guess what she was about to say, which was either to explain it as just friends or not bother explaining at all. In essence, she wouldn’t give him a label, and he didn’t really care about it. Public opinion didn’t matter to him, "Whatever you want."
Shen Zhiyi took her phone to text Wang Feifei, "Then I’ll handle it as I see fit."
After breakfast, Pei Yu went to work, and she headed to the set.
Since the photos were exceptionally clear, everyone was speculating about the identity of the man. Those who didn’t know couldn’t find out in a short ti, and those who did know, didn’t dare say anything. Xiaodong was a perfect example; his phone had been blowing up with calls from paparazzi since early morning.
"They really dare to guess," Xiaodong said with a frightened tone even as he repeated their words, "They actually say, say that he’s a kept man, the kind you support."
Shen Zhiyi almost choked on her drink, utterly at a loss, "Why would they think that?"
It just didn’t make sense.
"Who knows," Xiaodong shrugged, "Soone dug up the price of Chairman Pei’s wristwatch, saying he’s so young, not soone from the industry, doesn’t look like soone who could afford it, so they thought crooked, I guess."
Shen Zhiyi was speechless, "Do I look like I can afford that?"
"Haha," Xiaodong laughed nonstop, "If you grit your teeth, you might afford it. So people said you were blinded by beauty, and so even said you only choose boyfriends based on their looks. Your last boyfriend was already put on ice and forced out of the industry, and now your boyfriend is sponging off you; everyone feels sorry for you."
Finding it amusing, Shen Zhiyi couldn’t help but laugh, mainly because associating Pei Yu with "sponging off" was completely incongruous.
"Everything should be fine after I clear it up with everyone tonight."
Her reply to Wang Feifei this morning was to decide to find ti for a live stream to formally respond to these questions.
The shooting schedule was tight, and it would be very late when they wrapped up, so not long after nightfall, Shen Zhiyi started her livestream directly in the drama set’s studio.
She made it clear that this ti she was responding to personal matters of the heart, so the comnts were all asking about similar issues, ranging from Pei Yu’s identity to their relationship, and there were even so who suspected she was pregnant.
Seeing this outrageous comnt, Shen Zhiyi deeply felt the need to debunk the rumor, and quickly clarified, "I’m not pregnant... How did this rumor even start?"
Even the person involved found it ridiculous.
"Photos?" Shen Zhiyi helplessly said, "It must be the angle of the shots then. I’m not pregnant, nor have I gained weight. Director ng is very strict."
As the number of viewers in her livestream increased, Shen Zhiyi decided to start with the question everyone was most curious about.
"We’re not just friends," she first dispelled that generic excuse, "but we haven’t defined our relationship yet,"
She pursed her lips, a bit embarrassed, "We’ve known each other for a few months now, and we’re actually still in the stage of getting to know each other, our relationship is developing steadily."
The comnts were coming fast, and she could only pick a few to answer at random, "Why haven’t you confird the relationship yet?"
This was a question asked by fans concerned about her love life.
After so thought, she earnestly said, "Because it’s a relationship with marriage in mind... I’m more cautious."
"What does he do for a living?"
This was asked by rational fans worried about her being swindled out of money or love.
Seeing that they were still guessing Pei Yu was sponging off her, Shen Zhiyi couldn’t help but smile with her eyes bending, "He’s not sponging off , really not. He has his own job, um, he’s a businessman. The wristwatch wasn’t a gift from ; I don’t have that much money."
Since Huo Heng, every ti such gossip related to her romantic life appeared, she would just brush it off. This was the first ti Shen Zhiyi was so candid, proving how much she valued this relationship. Fans who regularly followed her caught so suspicious hints from her brief comnts and started to voice their speculations.
Seeing those comnts, Shen Zhiyi confird, "The friend who ca over to my place for a al? Yes, it’s him," she was always surprised by her fans’ mory, "The bathrobe was also his, you guys are so smart."
As she chatted with her fans, a comnt suddenly caught Shen Zhiyi’s eye.
[The guy standing next to you that ti on the Muse, was that him? He looks a bit familiar.]
[Right, the Muse! I rember now too.]
"The Muse... You guys still rember the Muse, huh?" She was reminded of her mories and nodded with a faint smile, "That was him, too. Back then we were..."
Back then, they were still together.
[Got it, he was pursuing you back then, right?]
[So you’ve known him since then.]
"He wasn’t pursuing ," Shen Zhiyi said, lowering her eyelids, her smile gentle, "Rather, he was trying to cheer up."
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