Chapter 41

Right away, right away, so happy so fast, I can fix it, sisters!!! Saying it one last time, I can resume normal updates!

"Wow," Miaomiao exclaimed, "Manman, your fans are really something, each one calls you husband and asks when you'll marry them."

"..." Shen Xingman took a sip of water, "Maybe in the next life."

In the contract signed with Gu Qiuyan, there is no clause about filming confidentiality, and perhaps releasing the endorsement news early for hype would have a better effect.

【This doesn't seem like Manman's new drama, but the styling is really awesome.】

【Could it be an endorsement! The high-end kind!】

【...】

Shen Xingman has high traffic; once her photos are leaked, they attract all kinds of marketing accounts.

Netizens launched wave after wave of prize-less guessing.

No way, the heat is there; not taking advantage would be a waste.

Mu Clan Group CEO's office.

Mu Zhihan slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Jiu saw him wake up and handed over his phone: "Boss, Gu Shao sent you a message."

The man let out a light breath, rubbed the corner of his eye, took the phone, and opened the top WeChat message.

【Young Master Mu, she really isn't your little lover?】

Attached were several on-site photos.

There were side profiles of the girl resting, smiling faces while playing around, not deliberately posed, yet still vivid and charming.

Mu Zhihan looked entranced, his finger instinctively tapped save, then he replied slowly: 【Not a lover】

One minute passed, Gu Qiuyan sent another video.

It showed Shen Xingman and her little assistant horsing around on site.

That person is Miaomiao; Mu Zhihan knows her, Shen Xingman has mentioned her to him.

Their friendship is simple; since Shen Xingman debuted, this little girl has always been by her side, though not very professional and a bit clumsy, but she's always bouncing around like a joy bean, able to bring Manman happiness.

That's also good.

【Young Master Mu, do you want to check what her husband looks like?】

Gu Qiuyan sent another speechless message.

"..."

Mu Zhihan lowered his lashes, involuntarily curling his lips: 【I know her husband】

The other party didn't reply for a long time.

Mu Zhihan had nothing else to do, so he opened Weibo and checked his wife's homepage.

Sure enough, there were new photos.

He actually didn't want to open the comments section, but his fingers were itchy—

【Wife wife wife wife wife wife, wife kiss me!!!】

【What are you doing, what are you doing, this is my wife wife my wife, how come after drinking you start calling random people wife?】

【Honey, you've worked hard, lately you're so busy, remember to eat and sleep on time, honey】

【Wuwuwu, when will your wife's new drama come? My husband I've waited until my flowers have withered】

Mu Zhihan looked and saw that roughly nearly ninety million people were constantly vying for his wife, spreading everywhere, dense as could be, with no gap to be found.

Bitter tea seeds flew across the comment section; whoever was somewhat serious was showing disrespect to LSP.

A bunch of people, just daydreaming all day.

Mu Zhihan chuckled lightly, gave her a like, then suddenly realized this little account actually had many messages.

He tapped the bottom-right corner.

He saw his direct messages being bombarded, the reason being his Weibo bio said: Shen Xingman's husband.

It's a bit strange; this account ID is a string of numbers and has no avatar, so why was it targeted?

【Brother, I** beg you to also change your Weibo bio, thank** thank you】

【Not replying to me? Damn, playing dead? You***】

【****************】

"..."

Weird.

This Weibo bio is quite normal and appropriate, alright.

【Why】

He replied.

【I don't like you, change it quick, or I'll bombard your whole family】

"..."

Almost an instant reply, like waiting by a stump for a rabbit, Mu Zhihan glanced and preliminarily judged the other party was a contrarian.

Such internet trolls aren't necessarily Shen Xingman fans; they could also be posing as fans to cause trouble everywhere.

【Heard that?】

【You think you deserve to be Shen Xingman's husband? Get real! Change it! I'm her husband!】

【Yes, I admit, your bio has no problem, but sorry, since I saw it, I have to educate you; I'll give you fifty yuan to change your bio】

【...】

Mu Zhihan sent seven characters: 【I am Shen Xingman's husband】

The other side: 【?】

Opposite: 【Holy shit! You send another one? You dare to send another one???】

Mu Zhihan was very calm: 【I am Shen Xingman's husband】

Obviously that guy wasn't convinced either: 【If you say that again, believe it or not I'll get someone to block your DMs?】

Mu Zhihan smiled, unhurried: 【Shen Xingman is my wife】

【I've even slept with her】

【……】

That guy blew up.

Mu Zhihan also stopped paying attention to other messages, just thinking that over the past half month he's actually been quite lonely, and it's been a long time since he last shared a bed with his wife.

——

He was thinking about how to trick his wife into coming home, while on the other side of the screen, Gu Qiuyan was staring blankly at the phone interface.

He actually knows Shen Xingman's husband? This relationship just got complicated.

Mu Zhihan likes Shen Xingman, Shen Xingman likes her husband, and Mu Zhihan also knows her husband.

This isn't going to turn into a melodramatic rich-family dog-blood romance, is it?

Gu Qiuyan couldn't figure it out, glanced over, and saw that little cutie from a few days ago.

She was obediently waiting outside the studio, occasionally glancing at her phone, and didn't notice anyone watching her from the shadows.

What was her name again? Wangwang? No, wait, it's probably Miaomiao.

Gu Qiuyan smiled, picked up the coffee on the table, and walked over to her side.

Miaomiao had just wiped Shen Xingman's sweat, and when she returned to her seat she bumped straight into Gu Qiuyan, leaving her stunned and a bit dazed.

"So responsible?"

Gu Qiuyan, this laid-back big CEO, couldn't really grasp how hectic the little assistant's work was; he just looked down at this girl who was half his height, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Excuse me, Mr. Gu, is there anything you need?" Miaomiao was very polite, holding a bottle of mineral water, busy and lively.

"Why not sit down and rest a bit?" he raised an eyebrow.

"It'll be over soon."

Miaomiao replied, forcing a smile.

Because Shen Xingman told him, this guy is a jerk, so stay away from him.

Furthermore, even if he weren't a jerk, Miaomiao wouldn't get too close to him; she just feels a bit of awe for his status, so either way we have to keep our distance and show respect.

"Like that," Gu Qiuyan chuckled, using an extremely soft voice, "Would it be convenient to add you on WeChat?"

"……"

Here we come, here we come, the player is coming to fish.

Miaomiao's thoughts started going crazy, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the mineral water bottle, "I, I don't have a phone."

"……"

At that moment, Miaomiao was holding a brick in her hand.

Oops, misspoke—she actually meant to say: I don't have WeChat.

Uh, she awkwardly moved her lips, but after trying to speak a few times she didn't know what to say, so she simply said: "All right."

She took out her phone and obediently scanned it for him.

"……"

"You won't delete me later, will you?" Gu Qiuyan's voice was extremely gentle, giving off a feeling of clear skies and calm winds.

He's definitely a handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But right now, Miaomiao really wants to knock eight bumps out of his head.

"No." Miaomiao lowered her head, quietly gritting her teeth, putting on an act so he wouldn't notice.