Chapter 4

Chapter 4

After breakfast, I got a call from Sister An’an. Over the phone, she said, “Ruotang, about that variety show I mentioned yesterday-if there aren’t any issues, filming will start in a few days. I’ll send you the materials. Study them carefully when you have time.”

I gave a hum of acknowledgment.

“Oh, right. One more thing from yesterday. That writer who’d been writing fanfiction about you and Zhou Qiji deleted her account. She was probably scared the real-name registration system would expose her offline identity and ruin her socially.”

The moment Sister An’an brought it up, my heart jumped.

Of course she had no idea that writer was me. But hearing someone else suddenly mention my alt still made me feel guilty.

That wasn’t the point Sister An’an wanted to make, though. She warned me solemnly, “Remember to use an alt account when you go online these next few days. I don’t want to see news about you accidentally liking something you shouldn’t, especially anything involving you and Zhou Qiji.”

Yes, when it came to my secret marriage, I had hidden it so well that even my manager didn’t know.

She was still muttering, “I really don’t know what was up with that writer. She only ever wrote about you and Zhou Qiji. Out of all the male actors you’ve worked with, which one hasn’t had more contact with you than Zhou Qiji?”

“Fans these days ship couples without caring whether the people involved live or die…”

How was I supposed to respond to that?

After hanging up, I looked up at Zhou Qiji not far away.

At home, he dressed casually. At first glance, he looked like a college boy. Meanwhile, I was wearing a fitted long dress. Standing next to him, I somehow looked like I was the older woman robbing the cradle.

But in reality, he was a few months older than me.

Zhou Qiji said he had a business dinner that night and told me to eat on my own.

Fine. He could go be busy.

With Zhou Qiji out of the house, I took the chance to log onto a certain website and check my comment section. The entire thing was flooded with people asking, “Writer, who are you, really? Why did you run?”

“…”

If I could afford to lose that much face, would I have needed to run in the first place?

By the afternoon, while I was browsing online, marketing accounts had already started using the incident for engagement.

One especially bold netizen joked, “Don’t tell me the person behind this account turns out to be either Chu Ruotang or Zhou Qiji.”

That netizen had actually hit the truth on the nose. But not long after they posted it, fans of either me or Zhou Qiji swarmed the replies to refute them.

They said both parties were extremely busy and couldn’t possibly have the time to write such pointless stuff.

…

How did that saying go again? Time is like water in a sponge-you can always squeeze some out.

But with things this explosive right now, there was no way I could write anything new. I’d have to wait until this all blew over.