Chapter 75 Filming Ends Ahead of Schedule

The narrative quickly went astray, with uninformed bystanders following suit.

[What to do? The trolls will definitely continue to stir up trouble, and in this situation, most netizens won't believe anything we say.]

Just then, my phone rang.

It was obvious it was Liuxiang Wan. "Hey."

Liuxiang Evening: "Did you see the Weibo post?"

Song Nian'an: "Mm."

Wen Jing took the phone. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Before Liu Xiangwan could even offer his solution, he heard a reassuring answer.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay."

Things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more.

Song Nian'an watched as the controversy on Weibo grew, escalating to the point of criticizing Wen Jing's character and boycotting the company.

Wen Jing pressed down on Song Nian'an's phone, telling him to stop looking at it.

Song Nian'an hummed in agreement, but her mood was very low.

I can't let my husband's career be affected because of me. Maybe I should just quit the entertainment industry and focus on my studies; that way, all the problems will be solved.

Suddenly, a piece of candy was stuffed into his mouth.

"Is it White Rabbit Creamy Candy?" Song Nian'an tilted her head to look at Wen Jing's profile. "When did you buy it?"

Wen Jing pulled a large bag out of her pocket and placed it on the bed. "I bought this at a service area while driving last night. I was thinking of giving it to my baby as a New Year's gift."

Song Nian'an laughed: "Do you think I'm a child to be coaxed?"

Wen Jing waved his hand, "You really don't need to be one. You can always be a child here, willful, and do whatever you like."

Every word and sentence is spoken lightly, but just this willful burden-bearing journey requires someone to shelter you from the wind and rain.

Song Nian'an slumped onto Wen Jing, wrapped her arms around his neck, and took a breath. "This little strawberry is my New Year's gift to you."

Wen Jing felt a pang of sympathy seeing his sweet yet dejected expression.

"Honey, let me tell you I'm your wife, okay? That way I can openly stand in front of you without any qualms."

"good."

After listening, Wen Jing pinched Song Nian'an's cheek.

"What are you doing?" Song Nian'an asked.

"Let me see if I'm dreaming."

Seeing Wen Jing smiling happily, Song Nian'an asked again, "What are you laughing at? It's just an official announcement, why are you so happy?"

[We've already slept together, it's just a formality, is it really that important?]

Wen Jing nodded seriously, "Yes." The answer to both questions was yes, and she was very happy and it was very important.

This is probably the affirmation Wen Jing wanted.

In his world, sleeping together and having sex is just an adult way of venting and expressing uncontrollable emotions at a certain moment. To truly be together, besides a marriage certificate, you also need a statement that can be made public.

Suddenly, Song Nian'an felt a sense of relief and relaxation, and the anxious voices in her mind quieted down.

Wen Jing logged into her account and posted a photo of two people holding hands, with the caption:

Holding his wife's hand, feeding her, taking her back to the hotel, kissing her—is there a problem?

Song Nian'an then reposted the Weibo post, adding the caption, "Love my husband."

There's no more explosive topic than this right now.

I've said what I needed to say; the rest is up to the company's legal department.

Finally, Wen Jing's lawyer, together with Song Nian'an's agency, jointly issued a statement, posting photos of the two together and their marriage certificate, confirming that they had long been husband and wife, and that all false rumors and slanderous remarks against the parties involved would be subject to legal action.

Only then did this public opinion farce reach its peak in terms of online traffic.

"What a powerful speech! As expected of President Wen!"

"What did I tell you when I watched their match? They were already together when Anian was streaming!"

"So Ah Nian was just pretending to be weak all along, hahahahaha."

"Why is my heart aching so much? My dream husband and my beloved son are together. What am I supposed to be now, living with them?"

"These paparazzi are just bored. They take pictures and then write whatever comes to mind, throwing mud at people! Next time, please make sure you know the facts before you publish anything, okay?"

Stepping forward to explain the situation immediately will always earn more goodwill from passersby and fans. Compared to those who hide behind the scenes and dare not face the situation, this approach is more approachable.

Two months passed quickly. Wen Jing would go to Y City every two days to accompany Song Nian'an to film. Fortunately, there weren't many projects at the end of the year, so he had plenty of time.

More and more fans are getting carried away with the couple, and every day there are paparazzi climbing trees and walls to take photos of Wen Jing visiting the set and the two interacting intimately.

The two, who announced their marriage, made no attempt to hide it.

Fortunately, the filming of the entire crew went smoothly. The new actors were all excellent in terms of their lines and their performance on set, which shortened the original three-month filming period to two months.

It should be finished before the Chinese New Year.

One night, Song Nian'an kept his promise to treat everyone to a late-night snack, and Xiao Wu drove the team to a barbecue restaurant.

The store was very busy; even on such a cold day, the outdoor seating was completely full.

A plump auntie came out from inside and said, "Handsome guys, I haven't seen you for several days."

While filming here, Shi Chao and Fu Xun had become familiar with the shop owner. When the aunt saw the new face, she smiled at Song Nian'an and said, "This is the first time I've seen this handsome young man."

"Yeah, he's afraid of swelling, and his family is strict, so he doesn't let him go out with us at night." Shi Chao patted his shoulder. "No wonder he's in such good shape."

"Oh dear, parents are interfering too much. What's wrong with young people going out to play occasionally at night?" The aunt pointed upstairs, "There are still seats upstairs, please go in and sit down."

"Okay."

As they spoke, the group followed, with Song Nian'an at the back. The boys made a lot of noise going upstairs, attracting the attention of many customers in the store. They were so stunned by the boys' good looks that they forgot to eat the meat in their hands.

Even though everyone wasn't very familiar with each other at first, after two months, they were able to call each other brothers.

While waiting, the group opened Timi and started playing games.

Shi Chao opened the game and immediately invited Cheng Letian to join. As soon as they entered, they heard the familiar吐槽 (tu cao, a type of online commentary/criticism).

"Hey, you know what? Anzai is a jerk. He went to pursue his dream of becoming a star, leaving me to guard the family business for him. I get woken up by the foreman's phone call before dawn every day to move bricks. He hasn't cared about me at all in all this time. I have to check his Weibo to find out what's going on. Can you believe it?"

Fu Xun glanced at Song Nian'an, opened a beer, poured himself a glass first, then turned to Shi Chao's glass. When only Song Nian'an was left, Fu Xun said, "Married people can't drink."

Hearing the commotion, Cheng Letian gossiped, "You guys bring married people out for barbecue? Married people are so unromantic, they can't take a joke and it's no fun. I never hang out with married people."

Shi Chao kept smiling at Song Nian'an while drinking his wine.

Song Nian'an thought to himself, "In the past, I was the only one who dug a pit for my silly brother. Now, there's another one."

“Brother, you’re generalizing. There are some married people you shouldn’t offend. You’d better think it through before you speak,” Fu Xun said with a smile.

Cheng Letian looked completely bewildered until Shi Chao said, "I'll invite another colleague to join us."

When Cheng Letian saw the ID that entered, he suddenly realized what was going on.

"When did you two become colleagues? Ah Nian, you've started taking on escort services too?"

This person's brain is completely inflexible.

Song Nian'an: "Who are you talking to? I don't know you well, and you don't have any married friends anyway."

Cheng Letian: "...No, what I mean is you don't look like a married person. You look very young and handsome, right?"

Song Nian'an: "You my foot!"

Song Nian'an picked up a skewer of roasted potatoes and looked at Shi Chao.

The two exchanged glances, sharing their grievances.

One more person was needed, so Song Nian'an called out to Wen Jing online, and soon the big boss arrived.

Three main characters, along with a fool and a boss, conquer the King of Glory battlefield.

Although Wen Jing doesn't play games often, his years of gaming experience and talent allow him to kill easily.

Originally, it was thought that Shi Chao's national server Lan was stealing the show, but unexpectedly Wen Jing got a pentakill in every game.

"Boss, are you really the company president? Or some former professional gamer?" Fu Xun felt like he had won by doing nothing while admiring the water plants and turtles of the King of Glory.

Wen Jing said, "When I was playing Warcraft and Dota, you guys were still playing Makka Pakka..."

"Hahaha, the boss is so funny."

【Makka Pakka? It sounds like you're mimicking my speech.】

After finishing the barbecue, it was almost 11 o'clock.

The phone vibrated, and Song Nian'an quickly picked it up to see the caller ID: My dear little husband.

The onlookers started shouting and yelling.

He was a little shy: "What's wrong? Aren't you asleep yet?"

I can't sleep without you.

Song Nian'an's face flushed redder than a tomato. "In a few more days, filming will wrap up, and I can go home. Wait for me."

"I can't wait any longer, let's go downstairs."

Song Nian'an grabbed her phone and ran downstairs. By the moonlight, she saw a person holding a cat at the door.

The next day, on the film set.

Congratulations to Song Nian'an on wrapping up filming!

The director stepped forward and handed him the flowers, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao An."

Song Nian'an raised her hand to wipe the gold ribbons that had fallen off the stage during the performance, then picked up the bouquet and bowed to thank the staff one by one.

"You've all worked hard."

When he walked up to the director, the director opened his arms and hugged him.

"At this rate, Mr. Wen shouldn't be angry, right?"

Song Nian'an hugged the director tightly, "Thank you, you really helped me a lot and taught me a lot."

Wen Jing looked at Song Nian'an from a distance of several meters before finally walking over.

"My baby is the best, thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Song Nian'an stood on tiptoe and kissed him under the watchful eyes of a group of staff members.

"My husband worked hard too. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to finish filming so quickly."

Everyone from the director to the extras was shouting with joy.

"A deep kiss! A deep kiss! A deep kiss!"

President Wen pulled Song Nian'an aside, "Is this something you can watch without paying?"