She naively turned off the screen, wanting to try again.
Pressing the power button directly to light up the screen, she found it required a password.
Shu Nian hesitantly used her fingerprint to unlock it.
It unlocked instantly.
Shu Nian blinked, somewhat bewildered, not knowing when Xie Ruhe had registered her fingerprint. She didn’t dwell on this thought and sent herself a WeChat message: [Where are you going to buy it?]
After waiting a few seconds without a reply.
Shu Nian idly exited WeChat and scanned the main interface.
Xie Ruhe’s phone didn’t have many apps installed, mostly just the built-in ones, not even a single game. She scratched her cheek, suddenly noticing Weibo in the middle.
She hesitated for a moment but still opened it.
Shu Nian didn’t look at Xie Ruhe’s messages. She opened Weibo’s trending topics and glanced at them, noticing that among the top ten, four or five were names she recognized—
[Miao Man Clarifies]
[Miao Man Xu Zeyuan]
[Xu Zeyuan Posts Ambiguous Weibo]
[Ke Yiqing Retweets and Quickly Deletes]
[Xu Zeyuan Gets Slapped in the Face]
These trending topics reminded Shu Nian of what had just happened. She pursed her lips and instinctively clicked on the top trending topic. The first Weibo post that appeared was from Miao Man.
A Weibo from over two hours ago.
Roughly during the time after Miao Man had slapped Xu Zeyuan twice.
@MiaoMan: No ambiguous relationships, no one I like, not dating anyone. I’ve been busy lately, with no time to live in your fantasy. [Picture]
The attached picture was of Miao Man dubbing in the recording studio.
A verified account had a screenshot of Ke Yiqing’s quickly deleted Weibo. Ke Yiqing retweeted Miao Man’s Weibo with a few words: Wuwu our Manman is so pitiful, never been in a relationship wuwuwuwuwu.
Perhaps it was discovered by her manager, or perhaps she forgot to switch to her burner account.
This Weibo was quickly deleted.
And yesterday, Xu Zeyuan also posted a Weibo with a screenshot from a TV drama starring Miao Man, with just two words in the text: Beautiful.
The comments below were polarized.
On one side were Miao Man’s fans, and on the other were Xu Zeyuan’s fans.
Miao Man was the type who attracted a lot of hate, where anything she casually said could be misinterpreted into something else, being criticized terribly. But in reality, apart from poor acting skills, there was no concrete evidence of any scandals. She had many corresponding fans with a strong fighting spirit.
As for Xu Zeyuan, since he had finished that singing show, he had subsequently appeared on several variety shows, and although the heat wasn’t as high as before, his traffic was still not low.
The fans of both sides were equally matched in fighting power, frantically tearing into each other.
The content was unsightly.
Shu Nian didn’t read further and exited.
Her finger inadvertently clicked on the message tab, and as her gaze casually swept over it, she suddenly saw in the messages from non-followed accounts, someone had sent a message: [A He, that Shu Nian you follow…]
Staring at that sentence, Shu Nian’s gaze lingered for several dozen seconds. By the time she reacted, she had already opened that message.
That person had sent several consecutive messages.
[Is she your girlfriend??]
[Ahhhhhhh are you dating? Planning to go public?]
[I want to cry.]
[By the way, is this Shu Nian from the Media Department of Ruchuan University?]
[I think I know her.]
Seeing the last two sentences, Shu Nian’s breath stopped, her grip on the phone tightened, and she blankly closed the Weibo interface. She spaced out for a while, then looked at the time. Half an hour had already passed, and Xie Ruhe still hadn’t returned.
He also hadn’t replied to her.
Shu Nian opened the contacts and called Xie Ruhe.
It rang three times.
The other end picked up.
“Xie Ruhe.” Shu Nian frowned, “Why aren’t you back yet?”
Xie Ruhe was silent for a few seconds, speaking slightly out of breath: “Coming back now.”
Shu Nian thought for a moment and asked, “Is there no place nearby selling soy milk boxes? If not, then forget it. Where are you? I can drive over to find you.”
Xie Ruhe’s voice lowered a bit: “I didn’t buy it.”
Shu Nian didn’t care much: “Then let’s not buy it.”
“I’m coming back now.”
“Okay.”
“Shu Nian.” Xie Ruhe suddenly called her.
“Hm?”
“…Don’t be angry.”
Shu Nian was confused, thinking he was talking about the soy milk box: “It’s fine, I don’t want to eat it that much. Besides, we can buy it near home when we get back.”
She wanted to say a few more words when there was movement at the driver’s side door.
Shu Nian looked over accordingly.
Xie Ruhe opened the car door and sat down. He kept his head down, not looking at Shu Nian, with one hand on the steering wheel, asking softly, “Shall we go home now?”
Shu Nian was about to respond when her peripheral vision caught his hand, and her gaze froze.
Xie Ruhe’s hands were long and beautiful, with prominent knuckles and fair skin. At this moment, his knuckles were purplish, with several places where the skin had broken, showing traces of blood.
Shu Nian stammered, “What happened to your hand?”
Hearing this, Xie Ruhe only then noticed his hand, unconsciously clenching his palm, then quickly releasing it. Realizing he couldn’t hide it, he resignedly raised his head and looked at Shu Nian.
Their gazes met.
Only then did Shu Nian notice that the corner of his mouth was also split.
Xie Ruhe’s Adam’s apple moved, and he said expressionlessly, “I fell.”
Shu Nian stared at him, doubtfully exposing his lie: “It doesn’t look like you fell.”
At these words, Xie Ruhe added, “Then I bumped into someone.”
“Ah, who did you bump into?”
“Xu Zeyuan.”
“…”