ISWMQ – Chapter 145

Chu Siyue turned her head to look at the back of Chu Feiliang, who was engrossed in the live broadcast.

After a moment, she looked at Chu Feiliang’s trembling body and said with a complicated expression, “If you want to laugh, just laugh. Don’t hold it in.”

Chu Feiliang turned around, her face indeed wreathed in smiles.

She held her phone in one hand, a tablet placed in front of her, using her own data to stream in 4K. As a result, Rong Guang’s face on the screen was exceptionally clear, and Chu Feiliang caught every single micro-expression.

“I wasn’t holding it in,” Chu Feiliang said, crossing her arms and letting out a long breath. She squinted her eyes and said, “Now I’m completely satisfied.”

Chu Siyue let out a huff of laughter but said nothing.

Chu Feiliang had already opened her phone and was scrolling through the comments on Rong Guang’s page.

As expected, it had been flooded. But overall, it looked pretty good. Perhaps because Rong Guang had always projected a positive, energetic, and upright image, everyone was praising her for daring to act and take responsibility.

【Chasing after Chu Feiliang right after disbanding, 666】

【Sister, aren’t you worried about your future? So bold.】

【Eating melon in the front row, Rong Guang is awesome.】

“You two handle this matter—” Chu Siyue paused, drawing Chu Feiliang’s attention back. “For what comes next, I still need to talk to Director Zhang. If we want to completely handle public opinion and turn things around, Chacha might get dragged into it as well.”

“This was bound to come out sooner or later.” Chu Feiliang’s expression was calm as she looked at Chu Siyue. “Right now, Chacha is still recovering, and it’s inconvenient to handle the various formalities. Once she’s better, it’s only a matter of time before she’s officially recognized by the family. In this circle, what secret can be kept forever? Rather than letting the public speculate and sling mud at Chacha over baseless things, Zhang Nanchuan would much rather be the one to reveal everything himself.”

As Chu Siyue listened to her analysis, she nodded in agreement. “Hmm, you have a point.”

This time, Zhang Nanchuan indeed had no reason to refuse. Chacha being brought into this incident was just a supporting role. The netizens’ real focus would still be on Rong Guang and Chu Feiliang. Chacha would just be riding on their coattails.

On one hand, he could announce to everyone that his daughter, who had been abducted by traffickers for over a decade, had indeed been found. On the other hand, it could also minimize the attention that unscrupulous media and netizens paid to Chacha.

Thinking of Chacha, Chu Siyue frowned and said, “I need to discuss this with him in more detail. After Rong Guang finishes her event, she should be back tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.” Chu Feiliang pressed one hand on the table and said, “Help me ask for a day off tomorrow. I’m going to the airport to pick her up.”

Chu Siyue rolled her eyes again, grabbed her bag, and turned to leave.

People in love have no room for work in their eyes.

It was completely irrational.

As two very mature artists, after going public, Rong Guang and Chu Feiliang only checked their phones on the first day. For the next few days, they didn’t even take out their phones to browse Weibo.

They knew what the situation on Weibo was like without even looking.

The filming of 《The Lover》 was halfway through, and the online news had calmed down slightly, but the buzz remained high. Countless media outlets had flocked over, hoping to ride the wave of popularity.

After work one day, Chu Feiliang pushed Rong Guang onto the bed, rested her head on her stomach, and held a tablet to watch… Sunny Pig with her.

Rong Guang peeled an orange distractedly, feeding the segments into Chu Feiliang’s mouth.

Chu Feiliang, still not content, mumbled indistinctly, “How could anyone think you’re not good enough for me?”

This was truly a question from the depths of her soul.

As she spoke, Chu Feiliang climbed up from Rong Guang’s stomach, casually smoothing her slightly messy hair from lying down. “Come on, look at you. A future three-time Best Actress award winner, a rising star who will soon win both Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress—”

Rong Guang watched her with a smile.

As Chu Feiliang spoke, she started laughing herself. She couldn’t help but shake her head and sigh, “Capable in public and skilled in the kitchen, knows martial arts and dotes on her girlfriend, and is also soft, gentle, and beautiful… tsk tsk tsk, these people have no taste.”

Rong Guang broke off another piece of orange and stuffed it into her mouth, saying, “Did you secretly check Weibo again?”

Chu Feiliang choked and coughed for a long time before saying, “Just for a little while.”

“…More than that, right?” Rong Guang looked at her suspiciously, fumbling around on the bed for a while without finding her own phone.

She paused and said, “Sister, where’s my phone?”

Chu Feiliang’s gaze drifted a little further away.

Rong Guang narrowed her eyes and continued to ask, “Where—is—my—phone?”

Just as she finished speaking, Rong Guang’s phone rang cheerfully from under the bed.

Chu Feiliang: “…”

Rong Guang put on her slippers and searched around for a long time before finally finding her pitiful phone under the bed.

It had been wrapped in two of Chu Feiliang’s socks and stuffed under the bed.

Rong Guang: “…”

She looked at Chu Feiliang, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “You’re really…”

Chu Feiliang lay on the bed in a starfish pose, pretending she couldn’t hear anything. Rong Guang unlocked her screen, and Wang Lujie’s messages immediately popped up one after another.

【Wang Lujie: Your other half has gone crazy!】

【Wang Lujie: Do you know what she did!】

【Wang Lujie: Her sister is so angry her menopause is about to start early!】

【Wang Lujie: She actually went into battle herself, directly refuting and reposting a major account and even called out a studio! And she’s yelling about suing them!】

Several pictures followed.

Rong Guang tapped to view them.

The first was a Weibo post from a malicious, high-profile account in the industry. It was full of pictures of her entering and leaving Chu Feiliang’s home, as well as some with Zhang Nanchuan, all from not too long ago.

There were a few smaller pictures of Chu Feiliang strolling around the set by herself. The distance was probably too great, so the pixels were very blurry, and one could only vaguely make out that it was Chu Feiliang.

And in the center of the nine-square grid was a picture of Rong Guang entering a high-end club. Her cheekbone was greatly magnified, revealing a distinct bite mark. Judging from the angle, it was clearly a candid shot.

Moreover, given the clarity and position, it looked like it was taken with a hidden camera placed on someone’s chest.

Rong Guang frowned.

There was indeed a mole in the crew.

Next was a screenshot of Chu Feiliang’s Weibo.

Chu Feiliang:

Stop guessing, I bit her.

Following this Weibo post was a solo photo of Rong Guang—but unlike the one from the high-profile account, this picture was a clear, front-facing, original shot.

Rong Guang paused, her finger trembling as she tapped open the comment section.

As expected, the comments had exploded.

【My sister’s title as the King of Jealousy is real! Confirmed!】

【She was like this when she was little, a die-hard fan can testify!】

【It’s been so many years since I’ve seen my sister post on Weibo so boldly and righteously. Rong Guang, I thank you!】

Rong Guang felt a little heartbroken reading these comments.

After a moment, she blinked and held up her phone. “Sister, when did you secretly take a picture of me?”

Chu Feiliang shifted her feet, looked up, and said, “When you were asleep.”

After speaking, she paused and said slowly, “When you were asleep, I bit you several times to make sure it was red before I let go. Then I added a few more bites to make sure the tooth marks matched. It really wasn’t easy for me…”

Rong Guang: “…”

She lowered her head and continued to read.

That was a standalone Weibo post from Chu Feiliang.

The one below it was the response.

Chu Feiliang:

A unified reply:

Let me introduce you, this is the little fairy I finally managed to trick into my hands after she joined the cast @Rong Guang. Do you know how much effort it took for her to catch me?

Rumormongers, you have no heart.

Wait for the lawyer’s letter, thank you.

Rumormongers, you have no heart.

And the amount of information in Chu Feiliang’s Weibo post was simply enormous.

Forget Rong Guang, the Weibo comments had pretty much exploded.

【For her to catch me? Do I understand that correctly?】

【Sister literature is the best!】

【I want to go act in a movie too if I can find a girlfriend, sob sob sob.】

Rong Guang’s eyes curved as she laughed out loud.

Afterward, she exited WeChat and opened the Weibo search bar.

Before she could even type anything, the number one trending topic was right there, followed by several tags.

When Rong Guang clicked on it, she discovered that the high-profile account that had spread the rumor had already deleted the post and apologized.

At the same time, several new Weibo topics were trending.

#ZhangNanchuan’sDaughter#

#ChildTraffickersDeserveADog’sDeath#

#AddKidnappingToCapitalOffenses#

Rong Guang frowned and clicked on the highest-ranking one, where she saw Zhang Nanchuan’s Weibo post.

She first called out, “Sister, Director Zhang just posted on Weibo…”

Zhang Nanchuan:

Thank you all for your concern.

This will probably be a rather long Weibo post—from a father who has been searching for his daughter for a full twelve years.

When Chacha was one and a half, I took her out to play. It was just a normal afternoon. In the instant I turned my head to smoke a cigarette, a car suddenly appeared, and two adult men forcibly took my daughter away.

I tried to chase them. Even though I touched my daughter’s fingers three times and chased until I collapsed on the road, I couldn’t catch up.

After that, our family fell apart. My parents passed away, and I separated from my wife. She couldn’t overcome the pain of losing our daughter. For twelve years, she never stopped looking for her, but time and again, she would gain hope only to be disappointed.

She saw many families experience the joy of reunion, but that joy never came to our family.

It wasn’t until a year and a half ago that this journey of searching without a clear path finally saw a glimmer of hope.

To protect a schoolmate, Chacha bravely fought with a villain. In the process, she fell from the fifth floor, was severely injured, and was in urgent need of a blood transfusion.

Fate often plays such tricks on people. At a moment no one expected, my wife heard the doctor say, “The patient suffered a comminuted fracture in her ankle as a child. If not treated properly, it could lead to a lifelong disability.”

Panda Blood, a comminuted fracture, and also in the ankle.

The world is so big, yet our child was right by our side all along.

After a brief yet extremely long process of waiting for the paternity test, a process during which my wife waited so anxiously she could barely eat or sleep, I finally saw her and my elderly parents-in-law cry tears of joy for the first time.

My daughter and I were reunited.

I am grateful to the grandfather who raised Chacha. We later learned that her grandfather had also spent his entire life searching for Chacha’s biological parents, but unfortunately, he was seriously ill and passed away very early.

I am also grateful to Rong Guang for bringing Chacha to us.

She practically gave two families a new life.

Due to the kidnapping, my child’s physical condition is not optimistic. I ask our friends in the media to give our family some private time. I am just a not-so-famous middle-aged man who has dedicated his entire life to the performing arts.

Now, I am eager to become a good father—because my daughter has already called out “Mom,” “Grandpa,” “Grandma,” “Maternal Grandpa,” and “Maternal Grandma,” but she just hasn’t called me “Dad.”

She just hasn’t called me Dad!

The heartfelt words of a middle-aged man.

After reading it, Rong Guang let out a long sigh.

Chu Feiliang stroked her chin to comfort her.

After a long while, Rong Guang said, “We were supposed to help them divert attention…”

“It did divert some attention.” Chu Feiliang was quite rational. “It’s just that the topic of trafficking itself is extremely sensitive and has a very high level of national interest. No artist would dare to get involved with this, but whenever such news appears, it’s met with unanimous public outrage, making it easy for people to empathize. He mentioned you himself, which clearly shows he doesn’t want to push the blame onto you. This is also beneficial for building your positive image. Zhang Nanchuan is very rational. What he did… is not a problem.”

“I know it’s not a problem.” Rong Guang’s eyes felt a little hot. She smiled and said, “I just suddenly understand why Director Zhang is so well-liked in the industry.”

Because Zhang Nanchuan himself was a good person.

“Yes,” Chu Feiliang nodded, then the corners of her lips curled up slightly. “It’s a pity Chacha still hasn’t called him Dad.”

Rong Guang couldn’t help but let out a “pfft” of laughter.

Who would have guessed that the reason Chacha hadn’t called him Dad yet was because the sight of Zhang Nanchuan covered in blood had scared the little girl?

When Chacha woke up, although Zhang Nanchuan had washed his arms and face, his clothes were still covered in blood.

Chacha was already a bit afraid of that stuff. Seeing it so suddenly, she was so scared she almost fainted a second time and refused to call him anything.

And to make matters worse, Zhang Nanchuan loved to wear red clothes.

Rong Guang had only just learned about this, but before she could tell Zhang Nanchuan, a pile of other things had happened.

“Don’t tell him yet,” Chu Feiliang said, tilting her head in thought. “It’s good to have him run over to Chacha’s side more often. It’ll save him the trouble of dealing with all this mess.”

“Okay.” Rong Guang smiled, her fingers expertly swiping open her phone and tapping back to Chu Feiliang’s Weibo. Seeing the likes and comments increase by the hundreds and thousands with every refresh, she couldn’t help but sigh. “This is going to take a while to ferment.”

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Chu Feiliang didn’t care at all.

She tossed her phone aside and lay back down.

After lying there for a moment, she seemed to feel the bed wasn’t soft enough. She pulled Rong Guang down to lie with her, then rested her own head on Rong Guang’s stomach again. Finally, she closed her eyes and said slowly, “The hype will last a month at most. When 《The Eldest Princess》 airs, they’ll have plenty to cry about. If they don’t send their blessings now, they shouldn’t come crying when they’re watching the drama.”

Rong Guang thought about it and agreed.

Neither of them had to worry about their resources.

With Big Dipper backing them, what was there to worry about?

Besides, her girlfriend was the head of Big Dipper, a walking ratings guarantee, a legendary figure who could single-handedly save a station’s viewership.

Since that was the case, they had nothing to fear.

Moreover, with 《The Eldest Princess》 about to air, and it being a serious drama with a neutral ending, everyone would be too busy crying to have the guts to ask the real couple to have a bad ending too.

They would probably be flamed to death by the official CP fans and organic fans.

By then, the two of them would be a legitimate match made in heaven.

Rong Guang suddenly smiled and said, “Sister, you’re so good at calculating.”

Chu Feiliang opened one eye to look at her and said sleepily, “What?”

Rong Guang counted on her fingers. “We go public first, which can also build some hype for 《The Eldest Princess》. By the time everyone is crying and begging for us to be together, our relationship will be a matter of course. And then not long after that, 《The Lover》 will be released at the end of the year…”

Chu Feiliang’s lips curled into a lazy smile.

The more Rong Guang spoke, the more amused she became. She lowered her head and gently bit Chu Feiliang’s lips. “You’re so good at torturing your fans, do the fans themselves know?”

Chu Feiliang opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around Rong Guang’s neck, and kissed her thoroughly. “Fans turn on their idols so easily, do they themselves know?”

Rong Guang nuzzled her neck, tilted her head to look, and then bit Chu Feiliang’s neck as well.

Gently, like a cat.

The sunlight was just right, filling the room with a cozy warmth unique to the afternoon.

Rong Guang stopped paying attention to the earth-shattering arguments on Weibo. She hugged Chu Feiliang, who was clearly in such a good state that she no longer punished herself over those malicious comments, and lay down on the bed with her, murmuring, “Sister, it’s so good to be like this.”

“Mmm,” Chu Feiliang said with her eyes closed, burying her head in the crook of Rong Guang’s neck. “It is very good.”

She had finally, across two lifetimes, embraced her Rong Guang again.

Indeed, nothing could be better than this.