Chapter 42
Chapter 42
It wasn’t clear who came up with this title, but it clearly understood Weibo’s “rules.” Though a bit awkward, it was extremely attention-grabbing.
At least the moment He Wei saw it, she already wanted to click in.
She didn’t know whether, in her current position, Yan Huai could see the text on her screen, but she was too lazy to turn around. She only pulled her phone slightly closer, stopping about ten centimeters away, then tapped into the trending topic.
On Weibo, discussions about this “User” were extremely heated. The top trending posts were all analyses of this ID’s followers.
The very first blogger analyzed it in great detail—
@LittleCabbageInTheFieldGreen: 【Based on my observation, although the mysterious “User” doesn’t have more followers than me, his followers have one common trait: they’re all big names you usually hear of. And most importantly! When the MS incident with another young lady came out a few days ago, didn’t netizens speculate about who was backing that girl? I went back to check today and found a blind spot! All of the mysterious “User”’s followers are the very same people who were most upvoted as “backing figures” under that post. I won’t say more, everyone can interpret it themselves. Evil grin.JPG】
Below were two images.
One was a screenshot of “User”’s followers, and the other was a screenshot of the “backing figures” netizens had been speculating about.
In this trending topic, Yan Huai was the main character, and He Wei also benefited from the attention.
She kept scrolling and saw a post that was different from the others. Everyone else was analyzing followers—only this one was analyzing who he followed.
@FreshMilkIceCream: 【Has no one noticed something very wrong about the mysterious User’s following list? The seven big shots he followed didn’t follow him back at all… And as a die-hard fan of Director Cheng, I noticed a few days ago that he followed this “User.” When I clicked in at the time, there actually used to be someone in the following list… As for who it is, I think you can all guess.】
Although the blogger didn’t say it explicitly, the implication was already very obvious.
The comments below were almost all the same tone—asking why the following list had become zero.
He Wei: “……”
How else could it become zero… she had removed the followers.
But netizens’ imagination was not to be underestimated. Only a few guessed she had removed them herself; most people assumed the mysterious “User” had gotten tired of He Wei and unfollowed her.
For some reason, she couldn’t even bear to read those guesses.
She stopped scrolling, turned off her phone, and placed it on the table.
Her attention shifted back, and only then did she realize her clothing was somewhat disheveled.
Her imperial costume was ornate, but there wasn’t much fabric. The waist sash had no idea when it had been loosened by Yan Huai, and his palm was now directly pressed against her lower abdomen, skin touching skin, his warmth continuously spreading into her body.
He Wei glanced toward the corner of the room.
There was a camera.
But in places like this, only Director Cheng had the authority to view the footage.
Her stomach felt much better now; the pain was fully tolerable. She reached out and grabbed his hand through her clothes. “...Enough.”
She was lying on the table, so the camera probably couldn’t capture anything below it. Still, she wasn’t reassured—especially when that hand, after hearing her say “enough,” moved slightly upward.
His fingertips had a thin layer of callus. When they brushed over her, her skin instantly broke into goosebumps. She shivered. Her voice trembled too: “Take your hand away…”
Yan Huai lowered his gaze.
He Wei was lying on the table facing away from him, a posture that easily provoked imagination.
His throat rolled slightly. After withdrawing his hand, his other arm slipped around her waist to help straighten her clothes. Leaning closer to her ear, he asked in a low voice, “You blocked me?”
He Wei: “……”
Yan Huai didn’t usually use social apps like Weibo and hadn’t logged in for days.
The fact that his following count had dropped to zero was something he only learned from friends.
At first, he didn’t think much of it and assumed it was a Weibo glitch. But when he logged in and tried to follow her again, he found he couldn’t follow her at all.
He only then understood what was going on.
He Wei tilted her face slightly and gave a soft “mm.”
Anyway, paper can’t wrap fire; this would be exposed sooner or later.
Yan Huai stared at her ears, which had finally regained a bit of color. His tone softened as he raised it slightly: “Mm?”
He Wei, adopting an attitude of sincerely admitting fault while refusing to change, explained: “So many famous people followed you and you didn’t follow them back, you only followed me… I was afraid people would talk nonsense.”
“Talk nonsense about what?”
“About you…” He Wei paused and lowered her voice. “Keeping me.”
Things like this were not uncommon in the entertainment industry.
Yan Huai didn’t continue the topic.
He turned his head slightly and kissed her earlobe. “What do you want for dinner tonight?”
He Wei let out a breath.
She knew he wasn’t planning to continue dwelling on this issue, which suited his personality.
She thought for a moment about the second question and answered honestly: “I don’t want to eat anything.”
She really hadn’t had much appetite these past few days.
“Go change your clothes,” Yan Huai seemed not to hear her at all. “I’ll take you to eat.”
He Wei: “……”
She hadn’t eaten properly for days. If this continued, it wouldn’t be good. She didn’t refuse again. After responding, she got up from the table.
Just then, the door to the lounge was knocked on, and Director Cheng asked from outside: “Are you two done yet?”
“……”
He Wei’s gaze flickered. She walked forward and opened the door.
Director Cheng stood at the entrance and gave her an ambiguous wink. “Congratulations on finishing filming. Rest well for a few days.”
He Wei: “……”
She increasingly felt the system must be malfunctioning. On her way back to the dressing room to change clothes, she asked again: “Are you sure Director Cheng’s favorability value is correct?”
The system replied innocently and confused: “Host, where did you even see Director Cheng’s favorability value?”
He Wei frowned.
System: “Host, you can currently only check the favorability values of Yan Chen and Yan Huai.”
System: “Due to a system upgrade, and because having favorability values displayed above characters’ heads doesn’t look very nice, it has been temporarily hidden. You can ask me to check it anytime!”
“Only once per day though!”
After speaking, as if afraid of being scolded, the system quickly added: “If there are changes in favorability or jealousy values, I will proactively notify you of the updated numbers.”
Seeing that He Wei didn’t respond for a long time, its voice grew weaker: “H-host, do you want to use today’s one query chance?”
“……”
He Wei took out clothes to change. After a while, she finally asked, “Yan Huai’s favorability.”
With a “ding,” the system’s mechanical voice rang out again: “Reporting to the host, Yan Huai’s favorability is currently 94.”
He Wei: “……”
94—it seemed to mean deep love.
…When exactly did Yan Huai start liking her this much?
He Wei was extremely surprised and puzzled, but it didn’t stop the corners of her lips from curling up slightly.
System: “Host, you look a bit happy!”
He Wei: “I’m not. I didn’t. Don’t talk nonsense.”
After the trending topic #Searching for user “User”# hung on Weibo for a whole day, netizens discovered that “User”’s Weibo account had been deactivated.
The gossip came to an abrupt end.
The matter finally settled.
He Wei’s schedule was packed. A few days after wrapping up The Imperial Princess, she went to the campus drama crew to try on styling.
Because it was a high school campus drama, the school uniform used was from a nearby high school.
Simple, youthful, and quite decent-looking.
After the drama aired, it might even help promote the school.
Yan Huai had been on a business trip for the past few days. When he called He Wei after getting off the plane, she had just finished changing into the school uniform.
The crew staff, hearing her say things like “almost done” on the phone, thought she had something urgent, so they didn’t even ask her to change back. They waved their hands and told her to “get used to high school life,” letting her keep the outfit on.
Most importantly, He Wei’s face was youthful enough that she looked completely natural in it.
He Wei thought to herself that she really should adapt to it. At the same time, she was afraid Yan Huai would be waiting too long, so after thanking them, she directly walked out still wearing the uniform.
Yan Huai’s car was parked not far by the roadside.
He Wei instinctively covered her face a little, then quickly walked over and got in.
When Yan Ruojing came out of a restaurant with a group of people, he happened to see a young girl getting into his son’s car.
White shirt, plaid skirt, hair tied in a ponytail—just from the back, she looked youthful and full of energy.
Most importantly, that outfit looked like the uniform of Tongcheng No. 1 High School.
Yan Ruojing immediately called his eldest son—the one who had always been the most reassuring—and launched into a scolding without warning: “Yan Huai! Are you seriously messing around with a high school girl? ”