Chapter 128
Xu Shuangrong’s words, full of restrained yet heartfelt bittersweetness, immediately caused a huge stir in the live-stream comments.
Dead Xiao-Rong CP fans were resurrected—if they couldn’t ship a happy ending, they’d ship a perfect bittersweet ending instead.
[Xiao-Rong CP, century-long eye contact!]
[Xiao Jingxi, in these 30 seconds while looking at Xu Shuangrong, what are you thinking? Are you worried she’ll be sad for you, or do you hope to celebrate every birthday with Xie Mi in the future?]
[Xie Mi and Shen Yanqing, Xu Shuangrong and Xiao Jingxi—my ultimate pairings.]
[So why did Xiao Jingxi suddenly turn to Xie Mi? I still don’t understand this.]
During the perfect eye contact between Xiao Jingxi and Xu Shuangrong, even many of the staff held their breath, not daring to interrupt.
Only one “wild child” had eyes wide as saucers, hands gripping her knees as if struggling to hold something in. Her mouth twitched frantically, barely containing herself.
Not as a friend—she really was about to lose it.
Xu Shuangrong, meanwhile, looked at Xiao Jingxi with a gaze that was both serene and tinged with sadness, while internally chatting with the system…
[System: Xiao Jingxi is such a two-dimensional idiot.]
[System: As expected of a big heroine story. The male lead is just a supporting role; just a few words from you and he’s shaken—that speaks volumes about his intelligence.]
[System: Don’t worry, put him last in your conquest list. Secure the others first; Xiao Jingxi is really not difficult.]
[Xu Shuangrong: Hmm.]
Xu Shuangrong outwardly: deep, loving gaze.
Xu Shuangrong inwardly: agreeing with the system’s assessment of Xiao Jingxi as a fool.
Xie Mi tilted her head back at a forty-five-degree angle, staring at the sky, trying to recall the saddest moment of her life, forcing a painful expression.
She couldn’t let Xu Shuangrong realize she could hear the system’s voice. Otherwise, the fun would be ruined.
Hold it in… must hold it in.
While she struggled, someone suddenly let out a soft laugh.
It was someone completely unexpected.
The intense romantic moment was broken. Everyone turned to see who had laughed.
Liu Woxing instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth and said apologetically, “Sorry… I just suddenly remembered something funny.”
Of course, she couldn’t admit she was amused by Teacher Xie’s silly expression.
But her loyal fans had already seen through it.
[Obsessed with Xie Mi spotted online]
[Everyone is watching Xu Shuangrong and Xiao Jingxi, and she’s giving an auntie smile at old Xie. Isn’t this exactly how I look when fangirling?]
[Suggesting Xie bro thoroughly check all fan groups—maybe Sister Liu is lurking in there.]
[Sister Liu is so cute.]
Everyone was already very tolerant of Liu Woxing, and after her explanation, no one blamed her.
Still, the explosive Xiao-Rong CP vibe was broken, so Director Niu continued with the next question.
“The next question comes from a viewer in Su City, asking Qiu Chengye: ‘Qiu Ge, are you planning to move into the theater scene? We often see your face-changing performances on the show; when can we watch your drama?’”
As one of the acknowledged “fun contributors” of the show, the question made Qiu Chengye’s expression change immediately.
He scowled, ready to curse, then suddenly realized something and panicked.
Face-changing?
Could it be referring to his psychological reactions to Xie Mi?
Wasn’t he supposed to hide his emotions? Did they all show on his face?!
Had Xie Mi seen through his dark thoughts and been angered enough to reveal his secret?!
Qiu Chengye’s expression began changing wildly, flashing red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.
[Qiu Ge gives a live demo!]
[So devoted to the fans—who understands this? I don’t!]
“Next, a viewer from Yun City asks Lai Bingxuan a question.”
At this point, Director Niu’s expression changed slightly. He continued reading:
“Online rumors claim you bullied classmates in high school. Is this true?”
Lai Bingxuan paused while picking at the dried fruit.
[Whoa, so brave!]
[Is Director Niu not afraid of offending the Lai Group? He’s asking these questions?]
[Director Niu must have connections; otherwise he wouldn’t dare invite so many “real dads” to the show.]
[So is it true she’s an ‘80s girl’? Rumors have circulated for ages with no response—guilty?]
[Definitely guilty! Just look at Xu Shuangrong’s eyes toward her; she must have been a little troublemaker at school.]
Lai Bingxuan slammed the dried fruit onto the table and glared at Director Niu.
“Who asked this question?!”
“It was a viewer in the live chat. I just read it aloud,” Director Niu explained.
“So who started this? Who spread these rumors? Whoever it is, find them. I’ll hold them legally responsible!!”
Lai Bingxuan turned to the assistant off-camera and shouted.
The assistant, seemingly used to her temper, nodded and went to make a call, leaving the staff at the scene a little flustered.
Meanwhile, viewers seemed to spot Lai Bingxuan’s weak point and flooded the chat with doubts.
[Can’t answer directly? That proves it!]
[Who are you threatening, Miss 80s? You’re not in the right here.]
[I knew it! Her face says it all; rich people love abusing power, right?]
[It’s hard not to suspect Xu Shuangrong got bullied at school.]
[Many obsessive fans say she’s genuine, but don’t glorify her as a troublemaker—she’s just spoiled, rude, and hits people casually.]
“Don’t say that!”
Xu Shuangrong, who had been watching the chat on her phone, suddenly spoke. She slammed her phone on the table, looked up indignantly at the camera, and said:
“Miss Lai is fine now. She doesn’t bully anyone, and I never hold past things against her. Please don’t talk about her like that.”
With the phone on the table, screen facing up, the live-stream image and scrolling comments were clearly visible.
Lai Bingxuan, sitting next to Xu Shuangrong, lowered her gaze, taking in the aggressive comments.
Her pupils trembled, fists clenched tightly, hands gripping the edge of the table—she lifted it with all her strength!
“Shut the—”
Her words cut off abruptly. The table hadn’t moved.
She looked over—Xie Mi, sitting on the green turtle wheelchair, had both hands firmly pressed on the table.
Lai Bingxuan: “?”
She gritted her teeth and tried harder.
Still didn’t budge.
The table seemed nailed to the floor, completely immovable.
Lai Bingxuan: “?”
How is Xie Mi so strong?!
“I know you’re anxious, but calm down first.”
The “wild child” in the green turtle wheelchair slowly drove forward, stopping between Lai Bingxuan and Xu Shuangrong, like a judge in the garden.
“From what Xu Shuangrong says, you two had a misunderstanding.”
“The worst thing during a misunderstanding is hesitation. The best way is to directly clarify it, so right and wrong can be distinguished.”
“So.”
The wild child looked at Xu Shuangrong, smiling slightly.
“Why don’t you start by explaining what you mean by ‘not holding grudges for past things’? What exactly are these ‘past things’?”
