"What do you an?" Fu Shihan asked, concerned.
"They say... they say I must be the kind of woman you hate the most."
Arrogant, dismissive, with a bad temper.
Fu Shihan had always hoped soone would put his na first on the list of Su Wanxin’s potential boyfriends.
But alas, the opinions of internet users were too bizarre, and he didn’t make that list. Instead, he topped Su Wanxin’s list of most disliked n.
Although these were just wild lists made by marketing accounts with no authority at all.
But these things still annoyed Fu Shihan and made so stupid internet users completely believe it.
Realizing these issues, Fu Shihan thought it really was better to rely on oneself.
Waiting for people to discover the little secret between him and Mrs. Fu might take until their third child is born.
So that night, Fu Shihan uncharacteristically installed a ti-wasting, trash app on his phone—Weibo.
Then, he registered an account for himself.
He pondered for a long ti about what to na his account.
Initially thought about using the sa nickna as his chat app, just with an ’H’ letter.
Later, he figured that given the average intelligence of internet users now, they probably wouldn’t recognize it as him. So he straightforwardly put his full na.
The profile bio was even simpler, two words: Married.
He knew Su Wanxin had a Weibo account. Her number of followers wasn’t particularly high, but definitely not low either.
So he searched for it and quickly found her account and followed it.
Looking at the number 1 in his following list, Fu Shihan happily went to sleep.
He did this in the study; Su Wanxin was bathing at the ti, and she had already uninstalled Weibo, so naturally, she wouldn’t notice that she had a new follower nad Fu Shihan.
She only sensed that Fu Shihan seed to be in a better mood after returning from the study.
She didn’t dare ask what was going on, fearing he’d take the opportunity to tease her, and their sleep ti would be delayed a long ti.
Fu Shihan contentedly fell asleep, without ntioning a word about Weibo to Su Wanxin.
In Fu Shihan’s view, registering a Weibo account was like learning how to pick locks. Maybe it’s not needed now, but there will be a ti when it cos in handy.
Busy for a few days, the weekend’s F1 event quickly arrived.
Many celebrities attended the event, and there were plenty of reporters.
Su Wanxin and Su Yaoyi led Yangyang to the scene and were imdiately surrounded by reporters snapping away, with flashing lights blinding them.
Yangyang, holding Su Wanxin’s hand, looked expressionlessly at the crowd, without a hint of panic.
Once they reached the stands and saw Lin Yifan and the others, Yangyang was all smiles and ran over to play with them.
"Yo, Brother Yang." Lin Yifan hugged Yangyang and greeted Su Wanxin. "Wan God, when is my big boss arriving, what ti?"
"...I beg you to stop speaking English."
Boss=boss?
Lin Yifan used to struggle with studies, a top-notch slacker.
Even though he’s beco a celebrity in recent years and polished his image, even hired a tutor to improve his English, his proficiency has never really improved.
Su Wanxin feared hearing him speak English, scared she’d laugh her head off.
Sa with Lin Rui—the last "I say don’t take photos" is still her laughter trigger.
She thought if these two spoke English together, it could be a cody act earning so cash.
"Wan God, Brother Han ca to the set to find the other day because of the matter with our duo."
Lin Yifan leaned in, whispering a complaint.
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