The number of reposts has already soared to over 30,000.
Under that photo was a simple line of words: Couldn’t sleep the night before last so I was out on the balcony getting some air, and actually saw Wu Zhilun’s invisible girlfriend! There’s more, the owner of this house is also not simple, but he’s my idol so I won’t dig further.
A line of small words, shocking at first sight.
Jia He was stunned for a long time before hurriedly asking Xiao Yu: How did you see it?
Xiao Yu sent a non-stop twerking rabbit: Look at the number of reposts. That’s just the number of reposts from the original post. There are also countless secondary and tertiary reposts and whatnot. My colleague on Weibo also has it, I was so scared I almost had a heart attack.
Jia He felt stifled in her chest: I’m about to have a heart attack too…
Then Xiao Yu went silent again, seeming to truly be in a meeting. Only that white, fat rabbit was left, twerking around merrily.
Jia He threw away her phone but less than half a second later, she hurriedly picked up her phone again to scrutinize the photo. Although it was taken from very far away, you could see the side profile clearly. It was absolutely not something a phone camera could achieve.
It looked very much like… a DSLR.
Jia He gave a bitter laugh. Even civilian gossip had become so professional nowadays.
Before she even had time to think of words to comfort herself, her phone had already started ringing frantically.
“Go online,” Qiao Qiao was brief and swift, “and check the entertainment news.”
Jia He was struck speechless.
“Have you gone online yet?” Qiao Qiao continued urging.
“It’s got nothing to do with me ba?” Jia He desperately prayed.
Qiao Qiao gave an ah: “You knew already? Weibo is truly frightening. I was reading posts digging up dirt about you and it’s basically XXXX without end. Fortunately those who know you have kept their integrity, it’s only some so-called ‘insiders’ adding fuel to the fire.”
Jia He was in tears of distress: “Did they dig out my real name?”
Dear god, please no.
“Don’t panic. Just now, Wu Zhilun clarified on Weibo that it was just a friend. Everyone has already started digging into whose villa that was.”
“That’s good then.” Jia He heaved a sigh of relief, yet for some reason, upon hearing the second half of the sentence she became nervous again.
Qiao Qiao laughed: “Don’t get too happy too soon. There are already people saying they also saw Wu Zhilun with a girl on Huaihai Road. They even used their phone to take a picture. Although you can’t see the face, the car and clothes are the same. Just think about it. Wu Zhilun coming quietly to Shanghai and being with a woman from Huaihai Road to Pudong, moreover driving a toy Mini Cooper. Just using your imagination is enough for you to suffer.” His movie also just came out recently. It’s very likely that in a bit, he’ll stop answering the media which will make it even more interesting.”
Jia He had no heart to joke around. She just swore at Qiao Qiao once before ending the call.
Luckily it was just a side profile and she wasn’t a celebrity either. It’d be hard for people to remember her face. There’s a big difference between photos and real life. Jia He kept imagining to comfort herself. Back then, Qiao Qiao’s artist that she managed was photographed having a meal with someone and aside from a few good friends making fun, there was no impact at all. She could now only pray hard for acquaintances to not butt in recklessly.
When she was a journalist, she never read the articles she wrote herself, afraid she would feel they were superficial only after they were printed.
When she became a screenwriter, she never watched the dramas she wrote, afraid she would only feel they were crap after they aired.
Now that she was caught up in scandals, naturally… she also didn’t dare go see those explosive forum posts.
One moment feeling it was nothing serious. The next, afraid something real might flare up.
She struggled like this, pacing from the bathroom to bedroom then looking through her closet to confirm all her stuff was packed. It was a very long time later before she took out her phone again to check the text from Ctrip about her plane ticket time. There were still over 5 hours left. Since there was nothing to do at home anyway, it was just nice to have time for a proper dinner. With this thought, she swiftly pulled up her suitcase to lock up and head out.
When she was waiting for the elevator, Auntie Zhao from next door happened to come out to throw trash. She immediately came over to greet Jia He when she saw her, “Jia He, you’re home?”
Jia He nodded, “Just got back and am leaving again for a business trip to Beijing.”
With a ding, the elevator opened. Jia He was just about to say goodbye when Auntie Zhao had already followed her in, “Such nice sunshine, going downstairs for a walk.”
Jia He was baffled. She pressed for the first floor and it was only then that Auntie Zhao softly said, “Going to Beijing to register your marriage?”
“Ah?” Jia He was badly startled.
“Just now I was playing on my daughter’s computer and she showed me some photos,” Auntie Zhao smiled mysteriously, “To have such a boyfriend, does it mean you can watch his movies for free from now on?”
Jia He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So for these aunties, this was the advantage of knowing celebrities…
“Auntie, that was just people messing around for fun online. You mustn’t believe those words. They’re all fake.”
Auntie Zhao hmm-ed twice with nods, “I understand. My daughter told me too. Must keep mum. Can’t talk even if reporters ask.”
Jia He was struck thoroughly speechless.
She barely endured until reaching the first floor. Pulling her suitcase behind her, she walked down the stairs and extended the handle, “Auntie, I’m leaving now.”
“Aiya, Jia He, was that Yi Wenze?” Her voice definitely quivered in excitement filled with high anticipation. Clearly she hadn’t heard Jia He’s words.
Jia He’s heart raced a beat as she halted for a very long time before slowly turning her head in that direction.
She could only silently pray inside that Auntie Zhao had seen wrongly.
What a pity. Yi Wenze’s powerful aura had long since turned this place into an outdoor filming set.
The black car was parked at the side of the pond with its door half open. He simply leaned against the car door wearing a lowkey black coat. With a casual hand tucked into his pocket, it gave her the mistaken feeling that someone could yell action at any time for a heartwrenching, melodramatic urban romance drama to start playing out. It was currently working hours with only three or four people walking in and out of the standalone building. Yet they had all stopped in their steps to look back, barely able to contain their excitement…
Her heart raced then slowed. She stood frozen in place.
Auntie Zhao seemed to be grumbling softly by the side about forgetting to bring her phone. Otherwise she could’ve taken a picture to show her daughter on Weibo. She herself would’ve instantly become an internet sensation or something…
Suddenly, as if having a sixth sense, Yi Wenze turned his head to look over here and very clearly beckoned to her.
It was a natural wave yet it caused her some panic.
“Auntie, I’m leaving now.” Carrying her luggage, she headed towards her doom for the second time in farewell.
Only at this did Auntie Zhao suddenly have an awakening: “Could Yi Wenze be your boyfriend instead? And Wu Zhilun was just there as a passerby extra?”
Jia He felt like crying. What’s with these random connections?
Did being acquainted with celebrities mean you must have scandals?!
There were ten thousand galloping horses in her chest yet she still forced out a smile, “No no, I’m his screenwriter. It’s purely a cooperative work relationship. We’re now going to the company for a meeting.” After speaking, she didn’t wait for Auntie Zhao to ask anything more. She immediately pulled her luggage to swiftly dash off.
After handing over her luggage to the driver, she crashed into the car door herself and finally breathed out in relief.
But the very next second, she discovered she was currently thigh to thigh, tightly squeezed against Yi Wenze without a single gap. She could even clearly feel his body temperature… She wanted to shift away but was afraid it’d make things awkward between them so she could only casually ask, “You were looking for me?”
After speaking, she soundlessly slid over a few inches.
Right then, the car had just gone over the speed bump at the entrance and fiercely jolted. She knocked right back into him.
Their thighs were still pressed together with even their bodies now stuck to each other…
Yi Wenze couldn’t help smiling, “Shall we go eat first?”
Up front, Ah Qing had her earphones plugged in while the driver stared fixedly at the road as if they had tacitly agreed to give space for the two to talk.
The more it was like this, the more panicky she felt, “I’ve already booked the plane ticket to Beijing for 9 pm.”
“I know. Qiao Qiao already told me,” he raised his wrist to check his watch, “It’s 6 now so there’s still time to have dinner together.”
What he said was natural without any strain. Jia He also wanted to reply naturally but after suppressing herself for half a day, still only uttered out a single word of agreement.
After some time, Ah Qing suddenly started making a call. Amidst her words, a restaurant’s name occasionally slipped out. It seemed to be where they were heading. Jia He only felt it was familiar and vaguely knew where it was – secluded yet still a public venue…
“How about we just go to your club?” she suggested hesitantly.
Yi Wenze took a glance at her, “What’s wrong?”
“That’s still a public place. It’s not very suitable ba.”
“It’s fine.”
She wanted to say more yet didn’t know how to tell him she was afraid of getting photographed again.
Yi Wenze didn’t say anything more. He casually picked up a magazine from the side and started flipping through it in his hands. They were squeezed so closely together that she could even clearly feel his slight actions of turning the pages. But considering previous mishaps, she didn’t dare move another inch until getting out of the car.
When the car pulled to a stop, Ah Qing suddenly called out Director Jiang. Following the sound, Jia He looked to see Director Jiang and Deputy Director Cheng Hao talking at the doorway. So it turns out it was the crew having a gathering meal. Only then did Jia He heave a sigh of relief. But she felt somewhat surprised upon entering the private room. Aside from the crew of “Yong’an”, there were also many unfamiliar faces. What surprised her most was Wu Zhilun was also present.
Seeing Jia He, he immediately covered the phone he was just about to answer, “Long time no see, my scandal girlfriend.”
Although everyone here was an insider who wouldn’t gossip recklessly, this sort of teasing still made quite a few tables of people turn their heads to eye Jia He several more times. Wu Zhilun still wanted to say something more but Yi Wenze had already casually shot a look at him which rather successfully sealed up that mouth.
The private room had six tables arranged. Jia He was originally thinking of sitting with Qiao Qiao but didn’t see her here. She could only tag along behind Yi Wenze until he finished talking to some people and was about to go to the main table. Only then did she suddenly halt.
Yi Wenze lowered his head to look at her, “What is it?”
“Can I sit with Ah Qing?” she asked softly.
He considered it for a few seconds before finally nodding and saying, “Go on then.”
Just as he finished speaking, someone else came up to greet them. Jia He seized the chance to slip away quickly.
The table Ah Qing sat at was in a corner with most of the seats empty, very quiet.
When Jia He pulled out a chair to sit down, only then did Ah Qing see her and promptly said in astonishment, “Screenwriter, how come you’re sitting here?”
“It’s nice here ba,” Jia He put on an act and laughed, “Look, a whole table of dishes for half a table of people to eat. Much more worth it.”
Ah Qing grunted in agreement, seeming to feel it made sense but also didn’t make sense. She thought it over for a long time yet didn’t ask further.
There were lively conversations around them but they were all unrelated to Jia He. It was only occasionally some crew member would come over to exchange greetings that she would smile while chatting a bit before quickly treating herself invisible again to silently start eating. It’s not known who started the lead, but someone suddenly brought up Yi Wenze wanting to set up a movie production company with Wu Zhilun and they had already started discussing cooperation with many companies. Once this topic came up, many people started joking about the two most handsome bosses in the circle starting a production company together. With their peach blossom luck in the future, even wanting to block would be useless.
She couldn’t help but shoot two more glances at the main table. Continuing to absentmindedly eat her food.
It wasn’t until she was almost full that a hand suddenly pressed down on her shoulder. Wu Zhilun stood by her side, smiling as he said, “Everything prospers when the home prospers. Just for you, even that Ze who hates socializing the most is willing to treat people to dinner.”
Jia He was confused.
“You and me together with so many people,” he swept a look around them, “and it’s a public venue too. Today who knows how many photos will come out. Then add in the news about the production company. Who will still bother with that Weibo post?”
Jia He suddenly understood and took a drink of tea.
Theoretically she should feel completely assured, yet unexpectedly, it made her feel even more restless.
Wu Zhilun tapped her shoulder with rather meaningful implications before wandering off, wine glass in hand.
So it turned out to be such an arrangement.
She turned her head again to glance at the main table. Yi Wenze was currently talking to someone. Right as she was about to shift her gaze away, he happened to take a quick look over. Jia He was badly frightened and immediately raised her teacup to pretend to look randomly around, dodging his line of sight.
Around 7:30, Yi Wenze finally left the restaurant together with Jia He. The car was parked right outside the door as if it had been arranged beforehand. After the two got in the car, they directly got on the overpass heading straight for the airport.
The inside of the car was very quiet. She could only keep her voice very soft to avoid the driver in front overhearing, “Thank you. Wu Zhilun said this meal was to resolve the impact of that photograph.”
“It’s nothing. This meal was already planned. It just happened that the timing was moved up a bit.”
Jia He mmm-ed in agreement. She thought to herself that saying thanks was still right regardless.
After some silence, he suddenly said, “The reason I didn’t send you back that day was because I still couldn’t drive with this leg.”
Jia He continued mmm-ing but didn’t understand his meaning.
He calmly added another line, “So regarding that scandal, I didn’t plan to have him handle it for me from the start.”
Jia He paused blankly and raised her head. He happened to look over as well at the same time.
Right as he lowered his head a little, her phone suddenly vibrated. She hurriedly buried her head to rifle through her bag. That spot she could grasp within three seconds normally took a whole minute this time. Seeing it was a text message from Gu Yu, her heart sank even more so she decisively tapped to delete it without even daring take a look.
But at such a close distance… And with such a big screen, he was so near too…
Jia He hesitated for a very long time before saying, “It was a text message from Gu Yu.”
Yi Wenze lightly mmm-ed, “Is he still looking for you?”
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