Capítulo 1599: Chapter 1599: Wu Di of the Anti-Fans (30)
An Ji’s number one anti-fan suddenly got exposed and rged with Spendthrift San Ye, becoming one person. Passersby were confused, but the fans were thrilled.
What kind of divine plot is this!
Many people went back to check the Weibo posts and found every post was related to An Ji.
Moreover, the criticisms were of high quality, definitely not just random insults.
[I think the digital bigwig must secretly admire our master. How else could they write these comnts after only watching a few tis?]
[I don’t really get this move… Is it love that turns into hate naturally?]
[Is the digital bigwig male or female?]
[Probably male…]
The original profile was male, but Chuzheng couldn’t see the gender display here.
But in everyone’s mind, only a guy would spend money so lavishly, right…
Chuzheng looked at those comnts, feeling a bit unsettled.
Don’t worry, it’s a minor issue.
Chuzheng opened An Ji’s chat box.
Looking at the latest content in the chat box, Chuzheng fell into a mysterious silence.
How should I say it so that the Good Person Card can accept that I trashed him and his whole family?
Of course, the Good Person Card might not care about the family part, but the part about him, he might care about, right?
What kind of ss did the original owner leave for !
Feeling life’s futility, Chuzheng sent two words over.
[San Ye: Are you there]
[Ji: Yes.] An Ji replied almost instantly.
[San Ye: Have you seen the news online?]
An Ji was silent for a mont, and Chuzheng watched his na show as typing.
[Ji: Which one do you an?]
[San Ye: That anti-fan.]
How can I clear my na and prove I’m not that anti-fan… Just flat-out deny it, as long as I don’t admit, what’s the Good Person Card going to do!
[Ji: I know.]
Chuzheng’s typing paused.
What do you know!!
You don’t know!
Another ssage ca from An Ji.
[Ji: I saw your phone last ti… I know that person is you. I didn’t an to look at your phone, sorry.]
Chuzheng just collapsed onto the bed, feeling like dying.
Can I just kill the Good Person Card and start over?
Maybe because Chuzheng hadn’t replied for a while, An Ji sent another ssage.
[Ji: Why did you use my student ID as your na?]
Student ID?
Is this An Ji’s student ID?
Chuzheng thought it was sothing the original owner typed randomly… Chuzheng held their forehead, what on earth did the original owner do!
Chuzheng exhaled and calmly typed.
[San Ye: I typed it randomly.]
[Ji: …]
Who would believe you could randomly type out the exact sa numbers as his student ID?
Let alone An Ji, nobody would believe this if it got out.
Chuzheng firmly claid it was random, just a coincidence, leaving An Ji with no option.
[Ji: You’re not going to criticize anymore?]
Criticize for what!
Am I that kind of person?
You are the Good Person Card, would I dare to criticize you?!
[San Ye: Do you want to date soone who’s trashed your whole family?]
[Ji: No.]
Chuzheng: “…”
Third ti’s the charm!!!
Good Person Card, don’t get too complacent, next ti I’ll just go for it.
Chuzheng angrily snapped the phone shut. Since he knew that account was hers and didn’t show it, he probably didn’t care, right…
Then let’s pretend this never happened!
Happily decided.
–
An Ji didn’t ntion the anti-fan incident again, and Chuzheng acted as if it never happened.
As for the online news, An Ji barely looked, and Chuzheng selectively ignored it, so even though it caused a stir online, even sparking fanfiction, it didn’t make a ripple between the involved parties.
An Ji was working overti signing, so he talked less to Chuzheng.
By the ti An Ji finished his work, the first batch of books had already been shipped.
“The Twilight Return” climbed various leaderboards, becoming a hit book.
Those who bought books expecting a payout received the physical books and many beca fans.
Of course, so were indifferent, but considering the money, nobody said anything, giving moderate reviews in a friendly tone.
An Ji did read these reviews. If it was his issue, he would reflect; if not, he wouldn’t dwell.
After wrapping things up, An Ji finally relaxed.
He never thought he’d feel this exhausted before.
Luckily, he didn’t hold a signing event, or he’d be even more tired.
An Ji actually wanted to talk to Chuzheng about the payout event. He didn’t know how much it was, but it was still ongoing…
An Ji felt that amount was beyond his imagination.
But Chuzheng was unwilling to discuss it.
Whenever it was brought up, she’d dismiss him with, ‘I felt like it, and it’s not your money.’
–
Chuzheng, on her end, had to deal with Mr. Chi and find a chance to gather evidence on Wan Ying, keeping her quite busy.
It had been almost half a month since Chuzheng visited An Ji, and they mostly chatted over WeChat.
Chuzheng skipped work, bringing a few things over.
Just as she reached the door, it opened.
Their eyes t silently.
An Ji blinked several tis: “Why are you here?”
Chuzheng squinted her eyes: “Not welco?” What are you up to behind my back?!
“No, it’s just…”
Chuzheng’s gaze fell to An Ji’s hand, next to him stood a huge golden retriever, looking up at An Ji, seemingly confused why he hadn’t moved.
This dog… looks a bit soft… no, familiar.
“Fei Xiu’s dog?”
An Ji was surprised Chuzheng recognized it: “Yeah, Uncle Fei is in another city for a few days, so I’m helping take care of Little Red Flower.”
Chuzheng: “…”
What a ridiculous na.
Taking good care rewards you with a Little Red Flower?!
“Were you heading out?”
“Uh… no… no.” An Ji realized: “Co on in.”
Chuzheng carried her things inside, while An Ji removed the leash from Little Red Flower’s neck: “Is it cold outside? The news said it might snow… I’ll turn up the heat for you.”
“Not cold.” Chuzheng placed the things on the table: “Co eat sothing.”
An Ji hesitated and walked over slowly.
Little Red Flower followed, wandering to Chuzheng’s feet, sniffing at her.
Chuzheng reached down to pet its head, and Little Red Flower imdiately rubbed against her, its tail wagging like a little fan.
Chuzheng’s attention was taken by Little Red Flower, forgetting An Ji.
An Ji sat beside her: “Do you like dogs a lot?”
“Not really.” I just like its fur.
Watching Chuzheng happily petting the dog, An Ji doubted her words.
If you don’t like dogs, why do you pet it so comfortably?
“Eat sothing, why are you looking at ?” Chuzheng glanced at An Ji, signaling him to open up the items on the table.
“Oh.”
The things Chuzheng brought, from the packaging to the items themselves, were all very high-end and beautiful.
When she didn’t co, she’d have soone deliver them over.
An Ji had even developed a better appetite because of her; other foods seed less tasty now.
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