The waters online have just gotten murkier, with public opinion buzzing more fiercely than ever.
If the production team's previous hiring of fake comnters was like injecting an unspeakable substance into a scandalous lon, warping its appearance and making it hard to swallow,
then Xu Qingyan's straightforward sniping turned the entire lon into an instant explosion, splashing juice onto the faces of all the onlookers ready to relish the drama.
Only a few people would see a serious response. No matter how much they spend on promotions, people tend to believe whatever is more interesting.
Imagine if Xu Qingyan earnestly produced all kinds of evidence, red-eyed, saying he was preparing a lawyer's letter. The onlookers would at most tsk-tsk, and then the nitpickers would co out to play.
But Xu Qingyan didn't do that; instead, he created an even bigger spectacle. He openly said he didn't care about the rumors, "Believe them if you will," mocking the sycophants and verbally attacking others.
The once-subsided lon has resurfaced, but it's no longer the sa lon as before.
Nobody cared about the accusations of juggling multiple lovers; the center of the spectacle shifted to Xu Qingyan's words, which spawned endless waves of amused to death.
Zhou Mian squatted backstage with the props team, throwing the burnt-out cigarette butt into a Coke bottle. His brow furrowed as he stared at the trending searches on his phone screen.
#PeachyKimi#
PeachyKimi, the poster who started the long rumor post accusing Xu Qingyan of juggling multiple lovers, actually ca forward right after the "Love Hunter" production team made an official response.
"I have a six-year history with YuYu, and when I saw the official response from 'Love Hunter,' I felt so wronged that I burst into tears instantly. Many people are cursing , saying I am rumor-mongering for publicity."
"Have you ever seen such publicity? I, a girl, how would I use my virgin status to slander a jerk? Using my innocence to exchange for a jerk's verbal abuse."
The comnts section has twisted beyond recognition, yet there's no stopping the idiots from erging.
"Yeah, how could a girl use her innocence to start rumors. Support denouncing the jerk, just report him and sue him for insulting you!"
Zhou Mian wanted to laugh while reading; that PeachyKimi dared not even show her face and probably used the verified info of so old granny in her sixties or seventies from a mountainous region.
Talk of lawsuits, she'd be seeking death if she really ca forward. Offending the backers of "Love Hunter," blocking one's livelihood is like killing one's parents; she wouldn't even know how she died.
He continued scrolling, only to find more amusing content imdiately.
Comnts distorted the conversation further, "Qingyan's evening thoughts, the dawn's first ray." "None can match my brother Xun, with the red mist rising like an agate pool."
"You people are terrible, she's already YuYu, yet you're still playing with s! Quaking with anger!"
"My first ti on the internet, I thought the comnt section would be filled with toxic keyboard warriors. Seeing everyone being so friendly and cultured, I feel relieved."
"My son is untalented, he composed a short poem for everyone to enjoy. 'Book of Poetry · Ban Spring': The chariot drawn by four seems to approach, frosty celery by the reddish stone. Late evening thoughts are stirred by the music of the pipes, the azure sheep arrives at the eastern brook."
The earnest replies underneath were even more ridiculous, and people even started to analyze them.
"It's as if the distinguished person's four-horse chariot has arrived, with frost appearing on the celery next to the red stones. Soone playing the pipes brings a hint of evening sentint, and the wild blue sheep follows the sound to the little stream in the east."
"Damn it scares . I can't keep reading this stuff, afraid it will appear in my college entrance exam essay."
"As a student about to take the middle school exams, I'm trembling. My mom just made morize the whole thing, saying that netizens are talented. She's going to quiz later; what am I to do?"
The more Zhou Mian scrolled, the more he laughed, feeling like he's following a TV series. Only after reading each comnt and being thoroughly satisfied would he continue to the next one.
Eleven o'clock at night.
Xu Qingyan lay on the couch in his room, his eyes t by darkness. The only lamp on the sofa was dimd to its lowest, music composition lessons played on his phone, and he felt drowsy.
Through his efforts, he had already signed a risk-free indemnification contract with the production team. As long as he ensures he's done nothing wall-breaking, it won't affect his getting paid and leaving.
The typhoon was raging fiercely, and the windows inside the room were tightly shut, resulting in complete tranquility.
Buzz buzz.
The cell phone suddenly vibrated, and Xu Qingyan, groggy, glanced down at the ssage. It was from Pei Muchan, consisting only of two short words.
"Asleep?"
He was dying for sleep, just dealing with that ss online had been taxing enough. He figured Pei Muchan probably just wanted to offer a couple of comforting words, so he half-closed his eyes and ssaged back.
"No....."
"Then, open the door."
The mont he saw the ssage, Xu Qingyan felt a chill over his head, and he was instantly wide awake.
He jolted up and fell off the large sofa in the suite with a bang onto the floor.
At the door??
He sent a question mark in response, while getting up from the floor to open the door.
Sure enough, Pei Muchan stood at the door, still wearing the sa clothes she had on during the day, apparently she had just been busy. She was holding a pack of beer and handed it to him as the door opened.
"What's this for?" Xu Qingyan was baffled.
Pei Muchan walked straight into the room, closed the door behind her with a backhand, and the howling of the wind in the corridor ceased instantly. She strode to the sofa without looking elsewhere, sat down, and said.
"To talk with you."
"Talking is fine, but don't drink," he rubbed his eyes; her ssage had startled him enough to chase away his sleepiness, "I really get scared when you drink."
"Can't control yourself?" she joked, a rarity for her.
"A little," Xu Qingyan coughed and placed the pack of beer on the table, then sat opposite her in the single-seater sofa, eyes cast down at the brown carpet.
Perhaps it was due to the late hour, or maybe the circumstances of a typhoon and rain, in addition to being alone together as a man and a woman. The fact that they had spent a night together when they were not too familiar with each other made the situation even more bashful now.
He had been quite bold when they first t, but familiarity had introduced a new sense of inhibition.
"So, you ca over just to bring beer?" he reached out, opened a can, and was about to drink when he suddenly rembered he hadn't brewed tea for Pei Muchan.
He stood up, hesitated for a mont—tea at night seed to be sleep-disruptive.
"What would you like to drink?"
In fact, there was nothing in the room but mineral water and tea leaves; Pei Muchan really had no choice. She looked around, declined, then added that plain water would do.
The electric kettle and cups were new, not unappealing at all.
"I've taken a look, public opinion is under control, you don't need to worry," Pei Muchan began, her voice soft and silky, with her reflection on the glass window as she sat on the sofa.
Xu Qingyan always disliked bright lights and usually kept the room dimly lit when alone. It was only after Pei Muchan entered that he turned on the overhead lights.
There was a desk by the window, moved there by Xu Qingyan, who had planned to use it to squeeze in so study ti. It had yet to be used, and now it was cluttered with various dicinal items.
There was quite a bit of dicine left from Lin Wanzhou's last treatnt, and he simply left it there on hand.
"I know, I haven't been looking either," Xu Qingyan replied, walking over to her with a cup of water. As he bent down to set it down, they were very close to one another.
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