Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself

Chapter 502: Nearly Lost My Life

After a whole day of gossip and rumors, Wei Yaoyao, who was recording a show far away, called to ask about Xie Qingci’s safety."Bro, are you okay?"

Xie Qingci’s tone didn’t reveal anything unusual: "I’m fine, thanks for asking."

Wei Yaoyao: "Are you really okay? Is Yu Xia by your side?"

Xie Qingci: "...What exactly are you trying to ask?"

"Haha, just can’t tell the real from the fake gossip, thought the real person might know something. Are you sure you’re okay? Yu Xia didn’t hit you too, did she?"

Xie Qingci pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

After a while, he said through gritted teeth: "I’m perfectly fine."

Just then, Yu Xia called him from outside the room.

"Xie Qingci, your food delivery has arrived. How long are you planning to sleep?"

Wei Yaoyao heard her and let out an odd-sounding "Wow."

"Listen to how concise Yu Xia is, summarizing the main storyline in one sentence..."

Xie Qingci just hung up and tossed the phone aside.

Yu Xia had walked to the doorway, hand on the doorknob, observing him pulling the blanket over himself. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Still planning to sleep?"

Xie Qingci looked at her helplessly, then fell back onto the pillow, covering his eyes with his arm, speaking in a tone of despair.

"You obviously know I can’t sleep at all."

"Uh-huh, so are you getting up to eat? You better pull up the blanket a bit, I’m still a bit excited right now."

It was like they switched roles, with him turning into a timid little rabbit vulnerable to evildoers.

He moved his arm away and looked at her sideways.

"Sister, I really don’t feel well. Can you comfort me a bit? Otherwise, I can’t eat or sleep well."

Yu Xia pointed her chin outward: "Your food delivery is here."

"So what’s more important, the food delivery or me? I’m dying here, baby."

"Uh, maybe you are a tad more important?"

Seeing his accusatory look, Yu Xia burst into laughter, took two steps in, and closed the door behind her.

"First, let’s set three ground rules: no staying up past midnight, no random biting, and if I say I’m hungry, we must eat."

Xie Qingci’s eyes lit up, not really processing those conditions, and as soon as he got her consent, he extended his arm and pulled her over.

"Whatever you say, Queen Yu."

...

Armed with firsthand information, Wei Yaoyao quickly dashed to Xie Qingci’s Weibo and updated the fans with the latest.

"I asked for you guys, he’s fine, his personal safety is very well ensured."

Fans immediately started buzzing below.

"So other aspects aren’t guaranteed, huh?"

"Do you think they had a fight?"

"I’m eating these rumors without a clue, came in thinking Xie Qingci was actually in trouble."

"Hahaha, thanks, Yaoyao, are the couple all lovey-dovey?"

"So how did the guy say he ’wasn’t there’?"

"Bold, can you just ask such questions? Careful you might get purged by the net cleanup campaign."

"Yu Xia is truly something, which sister-in-law nowadays can be this daring?"

"Wow, heard some paparazzi took photos of Xie Qingci with that woman, asking for five million, but he didn’t pay, so they’re trying to sell it to Yu Xia."

"Skills meet courage, didn’t expect Yu Xia to sort it out at the root and deliver even more jaw-dropping gossip, right?"

"Amazing, true to the name, Yu Xia."

"Their PR team must be really good, with all the hype everyone’s supporting them, otherwise, with such rumors of violence, they’d be bashed by now."

"You haven’t seen it yet, haven’t you? Rival fans are spewing hate too."

"Yu Xia, our model, should write a book sometime."

"..."

He Ci and Mr. Yang were diligently monitoring the comment section’s trends.

Occasionally checking for any new online reports about their own artists.

After having his head bowed down for too long, He Ci’s neck felt sore, so he looked up and rubbed the back of it, then asked Mei, "Has anyone come out from the next room?"

"No, they had food delivered two hours ago, but there’s been no movement since."

He Ci thought for a moment: "Couldn’t be that Xie Qingci has fallen into a deep sleep again, could it?"

Mr. Yang: "..."

You’re making me anxious using words like that.

Mei replied, "He, don’t make it sound so scary, the couple might have resolved things and are just in the room... playing cards?"

"That’s quite the imagination, adults with conflicts resorting to card games? Maybe you should take over the job of today’s rumor mill."

Mr. Yang couldn’t help but chime in: "This isn’t really a conflict, is it? Weren’t they chatting and laughing when they left?"

He Ci stared at him for half a minute until Mr. Yang felt like there must’ve been a piece of food stuck to his face, then spoke:

"Pardon me, Mr. Yang, you’re married, right? Have you and your wife ever been jealous for each other?"

Mr. Yang shook his head: "No. In our thirties and forties, what need is there to feel jealous? She’s home, and I’m always with Xie Qingci, more likely to encounter aliens than a desired acquaintance."

"Then you wouldn’t understand. Couples in the honeymoon phase can get jealous even over trivial things like lipstick. Jealousy isn’t necessarily a fight; it’s more like playful teasing, you know?"

Mr. Yang didn’t understand but showed respect.

Mei was more curious: "He, where did you find material like this, jealous over lipstick, who is that idle?"

Peculiar for sure.

He Ci waved his phone in the air.

"Learned it from Qian Ling and Ling Yan’s latest little essays. A passionate, crazily-in-love person would even be jealous of their partner’s chopsticks, cups, pillows, clothes. Never have I understood just how showy humans can be until today."

Mei shivered: "I’ve never realized just how many people pretend to be crazy until today, either."

Mr. Yang: Wanted to join the conversation, but couldn’t think of a similar parallel sentence.

They waited diligently until late, but there was still no movement next door, so they went to rest separately.

The next day, Yu Xia and Xie Qingci walked out hand in hand.

Xie Qingci had finished his work and was going to stay with her for a couple of days.

He Ci yawned and looked at Xie Qingci.

"Are you okay?"

Xie Qingci was nearly traumatized by this question, and plus, He Ci’s gaze carried a subtle yet inexplicable nuance, leaving him at a loss for words.

"I’m okay." That was all he could say.

"That’s good," He Ci quickly perked up and asked Yu Xia about business, "Any news?"

"Not yet, it’s so early, don’t they take breaks?"

She yawned too, and nearly tripped in the elevator, but was swiftly caught by Xie Qingci who pulled her into his embrace.

Yu Xia stumbled and fell against his shoulder and stayed there for a while in that position, staring eye-to-eye with Mei, who was pressed against the elevator wall.

Mei: "Sis, you look great today even without eye makeup."

She waved off the compliment modestly: "Just okay, just okay."

Mei: "But you do have a bit of dark circles, did you stay up late last night?"

Yu Xia: "..." Is this a question you should ask?