Chapter 24 Caught in a Dilemma: Did he agree? Then they'll change his identity. ...
"Don't any of you want to see me?" Qin Weijin joked.
A female fan standing in the front row shouted, "We get to see you every day, but today let us meet your cool little assistant first!"
After he finished speaking, many fans followed suit, laughing and joking around.
"That won't do." Qin Weijin took the cards handed to him and signed them neatly, his handwriting slender, neat, and beautiful. "He's easily embarrassed and can't take a joke. You should let him go."
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"
"I knew you guys were real!!!"
"Do you have to use such a doting tone?!"
Mo Ningzhi, standing by the car: "..."
To be honest, he didn't feel any unusual pampering from Qin Weijin. Instead, he wondered where Qin Weijin learned his scumbag behavior of flirting with everyone he met and then not taking responsibility.
His fans were misled by his few words and began to express their concern for Qin Weijin's health, saying that he should take care of himself since he was working so late. They then showered him with gifts.
As her assistant, Mo Ningzhi couldn't very well let Qin Weijin carry the gifts himself, so she dutifully went over and accepted the gifts from the fans.
"It's you, Cool Guy's Assistant!!" A female fan stared at him with surprise and delight.
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
Where did this strange nickname come from?
His arms were immediately stuffed with all sorts of gifts, almost too many for his two hands to hold, and fans kept handing them over.
"Our Brother Jin is a very nice person, please take good care of him."
"This one is for Wei Jin, and this one is for you. You both get one, so remember to open them, they're a surprise."
"They look even better together up close! Oh my god, how can my favorite couple be so photogenic! Can we take a picture together? I'll stand in the middle and watch you two kiss."
"..."
The fans were so enthusiastic that Mo Ningzhi couldn't handle it. Several times, his mask was almost ripped off, and the thin string made his ears hurt.
"Alright, it's too late today, everyone should go home and be careful on the road." After the brief meeting, Qin Weijin took a few steps back and said goodbye to his fans.
Goodnight, Jin!
Sleep well tonight!
"We'll pick you up from get off work again tomorrow!"
Xiao Liu started the car and drove away. Mo Ningzhi looked back and saw a huge number of fans slowly dispersing, and various support lights were going out one after another.
He rubbed his aching wrist. The gift wasn't heavy, but he felt like he'd been bumped into; his muscles were sore.
Since it wasn't a serious injury, Mo Ningzhi didn't want to attract attention, so she gently rubbed it a couple of times and then let go.
"Are you injured?"
Mo Ningzhi didn't expect that Qin Weijin would notice his little action. She smiled and said, "No, I probably bumped into something accidentally. I'll be fine after resting for a while."
Does it hurt?
Mo Ningzhi looked at him in surprise, "It doesn't hurt."
Zhang Yuyu poked her head out from the back row, "Let me take a look for you. The environment was a bit messy just now. It would be troublesome if your bones were dislocated."
Mo Ningzhi nodded.
Zhang Yuyu was very careful and carefully examined Mo Ningzhi's wrist. "Fortunately, it's just a minor sprain, not serious. Apply a cold compress for 20 minutes when you get home. If you still feel significant pain tomorrow, go to the hospital."
"Okay, thanks."
"You're too kind," Zhang Yuyu said with a smile as she sat back down in the back row.
When they arrived at her apartment building, Mo Ningzhi got out of the car and took two boxes of gifts out of the trunk, which were to be delivered to Qin Weijin's home.
Just as Mo Ningzhi was about to bend down, Qin Weijin patted her on the shoulder and said, "I can do it myself."
Mo Ningzhi insisted: "No need."
Qin Weijin was forceful. Without saying a word, he took the cardboard box from his hands and turned to walk towards the elevator. "You are injured now. I have no intention of abusing my assistant."
Mo Ningzhi paused for two seconds before realizing that Qin Weijin's concern was sarcastic. He smiled, took a step forward, and followed, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Jin."
"It's not hard work, but it would be even better if you were a little more considerate."
Mo Ningzhi: "...?"
He opened his mouth to retort, but Qin Weijin suddenly turned around and looked at him. He was holding a cardboard box in his arms, his sleeves were slightly raised, his arms were straight, making his limbs look long and slender. He looked at Qin Weijin through the two colorful cardboard boxes.
Mo Ningzhi was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"
"Press the elevator button," Qin Weijin said. "My hands are busy."
"..."
Mo Ningzhi finally realized that the two of them had been standing there like idiots at the elevator entrance for quite a while. Qin Weijin didn't have any hands, so he didn't press any buttons either, just standing there acting silly in the closed elevator door. He was the one acting silly, while Qin Weijin was responsible for teasing him.
Once inside the elevator, Mo Ningzhi pressed the floor button and then silently scurried to a corner, keeping her mouth tightly shut, clearly not intending to talk to anyone.
There were two large mirrors inside the elevator doors. Qin Weijin could clearly see Mo Ningzhi's annoyed expression in the mirrors. Mo Ningzhi would occasionally look up at the back of Qin Weijin's head with an unfriendly look.
Qin Weijin smiled slightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Mo Ningzhi narrowed her eyes.
"I didn't laugh."
"I noticed the corners of your mouth are turned up."
"..." Quite perceptive.
Qin Weijin coughed lightly, about to say something, when the elevator dinged and arrived at the 26th floor.
Mo Ningzhi clearly had no intention of being polite with him. She stepped aside and walked past him without looking back.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Qin Weijin chuckled belatedly, his pleased eyes reflected in the mirror.
...
Back home, Li Yan was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching the football game.
"You're finally back. Doesn't your job have an end time? Look at the time." Li Yan turned off the TV and glanced at his hand. "What are you carrying?"
Mo Ningzhi placed the two boxes, gifts from Qin Weijin's fans, in the entryway, bent down to change her shoes, and said, "These are gifts."
"Which girl gave it to me? And it's pink."
Mo Ningzhi straightened up, opened the box, and then stared blankly for two seconds.
Li Yan leaned closer: "What is it? Let me see..."
"Bang!"
Mo Ningzhi slammed the box shut, the bottom hitting the table with a loud thud. The noise startled Li Yan: "What happened? What kind of shady thing is inside?"
"..." Mo Ningzhi really underestimated the imagination of female fans of BL. He gripped the box tightly, turned around and stuffed it into the wall cabinet, wishing he could put another lock on the outside. "You took the wrong one. This is not mine."
“Oh…” Li Yan is sometimes easy to fool. He believes whatever Mo Ning says, so he immediately gave up the idea of digging deeper and said instead, “If you don’t come back soon, I’m going to burst.”
"What, is the toilet locked?" Mo Ningzhi changed into slippers and walked over.
“Tsk, no.” Li Yan sat up straight and made room for him. “Didn’t you say you were going back to the Mo family to attend Zhou Yaozheng’s birthday party? I’ve heard something for you that might come in handy.”
"What."
Li Yan said in a serious tone, "Zhou Yaozheng has a girlfriend."
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
"So what? He stole your goddess?"
"Bullshit, Zhou isn't as handsome as me, nor as good at having fun, and he's a total pervert. Any girl who likes him is out of her mind."
Mo Ningzhi sighed: "Get to the point."
"This girl's surname is Shen. She's from Zhecheng. Her family runs a cosmetics business. She's been frequently seeing Zhou Yaozheng lately and has been featured in business magazines three times. At her birthday party, the Shen family's daughter and her parents came to show their support. You know what that means, right?"
Mo Ningzhi thought for a moment: "What does it mean?"
"..."
"Engagement! A business marriage! A powerful alliance! It means you're about to be ousted from the Mo family! Aren't you worried at all?"
"No rush."
"..." Li Yan was so angry that she choked.
“Never mind,” Li Yan sighed. “I was going to tell you that Zhou Yaozheng doesn’t seem to be very satisfied with this girl. He’s always late or leaves early on dates. If this girl had any pride, she would have dumped him. Unfortunately, she’s love-struck and seems to only like Zhou Yaozheng’s type.”
Mo Ningzhi became interested: "He doesn't like that girl?"
"That's what the intelligence says, but it's not absolute. If he didn't like her, why would he endure not breaking up with her and even invite her whole family to the banquet?" Li Yan clicked his tongue after saying that. "Zhou Yaozheng is a shrewd guy. No wonder you've been unable to deal with him all these years. Who knows what kind of bad things he's up to?"
Thanks to Li Yan, Mo Ningzhi still had the thought "What mischief is Zhou Yaozheng up to?" on her mind until she went to sleep.
Unable to sleep after much thought, he sat up cross-legged and searched the business section. Sure enough, he found that Zhou Yaozheng had recently attended two industry summits, a charity speech, and an annual meeting. Apart from that, there were numerous articles about his romantic scandals.
Besides this Shen family girl, Zhou Yaozheng met four highly educated women in just one year. He publicly dated each of them, exchanged lavish gifts, and even met their parents. However, he broke up with each of them halfway through, decisively and cleanly, clearly showing his scumbag nature.
One business publication even jokingly described Zhou Yaozheng as "Peach Blossom Boy".
Peach blossoms my foot!
Zhou Yaozheng is a gold-plated club.
As it turns out, people really do get distracted by what they hear. Just as Mo Ningzhi finished thinking about it, Zhou Yaozheng sent her a message.
—[Surname Zhou]: ?
"..."
Mo Ningzhi stared at the question mark for a few seconds, not understanding what was wrong with this person.
[Goodmorning]: ?
[The person surnamed Zhou]: It's nothing, I just wanted to see if you really didn't block me. It's getting late, go to sleep, goodnight.
Mo Ningzhi stared at her phone: "..."
Are you such a jerk?
Having only gone to sleep in the early hours of the morning, Mo Ningzhi was not very energetic when she woke up in the morning. After washing up, she found that Xiao Liu would be arriving late, so she sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.
Because of his exhaustion, he slumped his eyes listlessly, his hair was disheveled, and he looked very soft and deceptive. But if anyone thought he was easy to manipulate because of this, the moment they touched him, they would prick their own hand and draw blood.
Li Yan, having changed into a suit and tie, came out of the room and saw a dazed person slumped on the sofa. He walked over and asked, "Taking the day off?"
"No." Mo Ningzhi glanced at him for a second, then pulled a pillow onto her lap and hugged it. "The train will arrive later."
"Okay, I'm off then." Li Yan hurried along. "I have a meeting this morning, it's so annoying."
Mo Ningzhi waved with her eyes closed and saw Li Yan out the door.
Two minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Mo Ningzhi didn't move an inch.
There was a knock on the door.
Mo Ningzhi stood up irritably, frowned and walked over, muttering as she opened the door, "Even if you forgot something, you still remember the password, right? Why keep knocking... Brother Jin."
Qin Weijin stood at his door, his narrow eyebrows giving him a somewhat indifferent look. "Are you waiting for someone?"
"No." Mo Ningzhi rubbed her face, manually smoothing her thoughts back to normal. "Why are you here?"
"Xiao Liu is downstairs. I came down but didn't see you. I was afraid you overslept."
"Then you are such a good person."
Qin for Jin: "Sounds strange and sarcastic?"
"Sincerely."
Qin Weijin raised an eyebrow, and the two entered the elevator. Qin Weijin then picked up the topic that Mo Ningzhi had just changed the subject of, "We had guests at home this morning?"
Mo Ningzhi yawned: "Friend."
It was only 8:30 a.m., what kind of friend would come knocking on your door on a weekday morning? This couldn't be simply described as "talkative." But Mo Ningzhi didn't seem to want to talk much, so he didn't press the matter further.
...But is the other person male or female?
Mo Ningzhi trusted him/her so much that she could easily share the house code and allow the other person to freely enter her private space.
Boy friend?
girlfriend?
Judging from Mo Ningzhi's attitude when she opened the door, she didn't seem like an elder.
For some reason, for a long time afterward, Qin Weijin kept thinking about the intimacy and trust in Mo Ningzhi's tone when she opened the door, like a cat spreading its soft belly, completely unguarded.
...You have to be really close to someone to show this side of yourself.
Qin Weijin looked up as his wrist was bumped by something hard. Xu Mingtiao's bright and beautiful face came into view. "What's wrong?"
"I was about to ask you what's wrong, you've been spacing out for ages."
Qin Weijin turned around and looked around. Finally, he saw a familiar figure not far away. Mo Ningzhi was helping Xiao Guo tidy up the official clothes he was going to change into later.
He was rehearsing lines with Xu Mingtiao.
Hou Qing scrutinized the set design, then paused as he passed by. "How's the dialogue? We made some last-minute changes, so it's quite different from the original version. Hope there weren't any major problems."
Before Qin Weijin could answer, Xu Mingtiao spoke up, "The lines are fine, but the boxed lunches on set are a bit awful. Director Hou, look at our third-ranked scholar's face, he's gotten so thin."
Qin for Jin: "..."
After spending two days together, Qin Weijin got to know Xu Mingtiao better. She was an outgoing and easy-going girl. Although she spoke in a carefree manner, she never offended anyone, which was quite different from her on-screen image.
"This won't do. I personally selected all the chefs. You want five-star quality food that will bankrupt me?" Hou Qing rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll have someone find another chef to change things up. We're going to be filming for several months, so you two won't both get too thin after filming. The fans will think our crew is abusing you."
Hsu Ming-tiao: "Thank you, Director Hou. I want to eat grilled eel!"
"Do I look like an eel?!" Hou Qing roared, turning and walking away. "If you make a single mistake in this afternoon's scene, neither of you will get any meat or vegetables for three days! I said it!"
Xu Mingtiao laughed loudly.
Qin Weijin turned around, grabbed a bottle of water, leaned back in his chair, and glanced lightly into the distance.
Mo Ningzhi had already straightened his official robes and was clapping his hands in preparation for a rest when suddenly the penguin made a few sounds.
He's been busy with work lately and hasn't been active in any group chats for a long time. I thought some news had caused a stir, but it turns out it was Xiao Xie, a true fan who had met him once and thanked him for protecting Qin Weijin on the cruise ship.
He is quite prestigious in Qin Weijin's fan club.
[Xiao Xie]: Assistant Mo, could you come out for a moment? I'm at the door, but the crew won't let me in.
They exchanged contact information after their last meeting, and two days ago, Xiao Xie started contacting him online.
Mo Ningzhi told Xiao Guo and then rushed to the entrance of the film crew.
"Assistant Mo, I'm here." Xiao Xie stood next to the security guard, tiptoed, and waved.
Mo Ningzhi walked over, negotiated with the security guard, and successfully brought the person in.
"That's great! I was worried you'd be too busy and wouldn't have time."
It was hot outside, and Mo Ning knew it wasn't appropriate to have a young girl stand in the sun with him, so he found a nearby milk tea shop and sat down to chat in the shade.
Xiao Xie took a sip of her iced drink: "It's like this, Brother Jin's new drama has started filming, and our fan club has prepared some gifts to send to the crew as a way of thanking everyone for their support and help. We'd like to ask you to help us find out when it would be convenient for them to receive them?"
When a celebrity's new drama starts filming, some well-funded fan clubs will send a lot of gifts in the name of thanking the production team.
This behavior allows the crew to feel the enthusiasm and politeness of the fans, which in turn creates a good impression of the star. It's a win-win situation for both the crew and the artist.
Mo Ningzhi had seen many fan clubs give gifts, and they were all very elaborate. "What have you prepared?"
"Milk tea, coffee, small electric fan, sunscreen..." Xiao Xie thought for a moment, "Oh, and a little fruit and ice, not much, just for three cars."
Mo Ningzhi raised an eyebrow: "What car?"
"truck."
"..."
This is not just a little bit, it's a billion bits.
Mo Ningzhi's gaze swept over the girl's clothes, all of which were well-known luxury brands. No single item cost less than four figures, and even the inconspicuous little crossbody bag around her waist was worth six figures and was a limited edition. Her wealth was evident.
It's said that the presidents of fan clubs are all very influential, and it seems that's true.
This wasn't the first time Xiao Xie had done something like providing support, and he organized it very well. Mo Ningzhi had no reason to refuse, "Okay, I'll report to Brother Jin when I get back. Send me a message when your things are ready, and I'll arrange it..."
"Now."
"……What?"
Xiao Xie: "It's all ready, we can take it away anytime."
"..." Are all fan clubs this efficient?
"Then wait for me a moment." Mo Ningzhi got up and went to a secluded spot to make a phone call to the director. After all, this kind of thing was a big deal and would delay the filming schedule. The director's approval was needed to continue.
"Support? It's all food, right?" Hou Qing laughed on the phone. "You can come in, you can come in. It's afternoon tea time. I'll have my assistant come out to pick you up."
After discussing the details, Mo Ningzhi hung up the phone and told Xiao Xie the result.
"Great! I'll have someone bring the car over right away. It'll be there in twenty minutes." Xiao Xie stood up happily.
Just as Mo Ningzhi was about to leave the milk tea shop, someone suddenly called out to her, "It's you, Good Mo Ning."
Mo Ningzhi was taken aback. He turned around and saw the girl next to him with blonde hair and extremely familiar features.
...the old mushrooms picked by the girl.
His first reaction was to turn around and look at Xiao Xie.
Sure enough, the other person stopped and looked over suspiciously.
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
His first thought was, "This is it."
"Why is it you?" Xiao Xie asked in an unfriendly tone.
Mo Ningzhi licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue. Since the day he became Qin Weijin's assistant, he had imagined all sorts of scenarios where his identity would be exposed, including being revealed by others, having his QQ group content leaked, or being exposed because he didn't hide his tail well... But of all these possibilities, none of them were as difficult as being caught between two fan leaders.
Mo Ningzhi never imagined that she would end up in this situation.
In some ways, true fans are actually more difficult to deal with than haters.
Haters simply hate without considering the consequences or the impact; the more unfortunate the artist is, the happier they are.
But true fans are different. If it were discovered that Mo Ningzhi had infiltrated Qin Weijin's side as the leader of the anti-fans with unclear motives and suspected ill intentions, these girls would go crazy to avenge their brother, which could be terrifying.
Mo Ningzhi lacked the confidence to handle so much raw anger.
Moreover, if Qin Weijin knew his true identity, wouldn't he be very hurt?
To be fair, Qin Weijin had been quite good to him during this time, and there was still some medicine powder that Qin Weijin had given him before to reduce swelling and remove bruises at home.
Even if we take a step back and assume that Qin Weijin has many haters, he has even more true fans, and the people around him love and pamper him. If they found out that there was an undercover agent in his life, they would definitely be so scared that they couldn't sleep at night.
Mo Ningzhi frowned.
He no longer wants to scare Qin into becoming Jin.
He needs to find a way to peacefully and reasonably ask these two to leave separately.
"Ahem, you two..."
"Why can't it be me?" The old mushroom raised its chin arrogantly and said, "Is this your property? Can't others step on it?"
"No way, what are you doing here?" Xiao Xie was also on guard, and the two were at loggerheads, with Mo Ningzhi unable to find an opening to interject.
"What's it to you?"
"Are you going to smear Brother Jin again?!"
Mo Ningzhi: "Calm down..."
"Who cares about criticizing him? Is your brother the only celebrity in the world?"
"you!"
"What do you mean, 'you'? A delicate young lady should just stay home and enjoy the air conditioning. What are you doing jumping around like this? I'm good with words, I won't let you have your way every time."
"Who asked you to give way!"
Xiao Xie stomped her feet in anger.
She was the president of the fan club and often appeared around Qin Weijin. She was aware of everything that happened. Over time, she naturally got to know some of the famous haters, such as Old Mushroom.
Before Mo Ningzhi joined the company, the two had met offline a few times, and each time they had a heated argument. But despite their arguments, the two girls were civilized and never resorted to violence.
"Assistant Mo, let's go, don't pay attention to her, she's a bad person." Xiao Xie reached out to pull Mo Ningzhi.
Old Mushroom blocked his way, frowning: "What, you're running away because you can't win an argument? And what's wrong with your hand? Do you know him?"
"I'm a big fan, why wouldn't I know them?" Xiao Xie said, then paused, "Wait a minute? You two don't know each other either, do you? You two..."
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
Ha, what a suffocating scene.
Old Mushroom and Little Xie stared at Mo Ningzhi for a long while, then simultaneously let go of her hand.
Mo Ningzhi was finally able to rub the skin that was being pricked by the nails. "Gentlemen, may I speak now?"
Old Mushroom turned his head: "Nobody's stopping you from saying what you want!"
Xiao Xie pouted: "You lost."
Old Mushroom hissed, "You brat, come and fight me if you dare."
"Come on then, I'm not afraid of you. With me here today, you won't be able to touch Brother Jin!"
"Brainless fan!"
"Slanderer!"
"Lemon spirit!"
"Keyboard warrior!"
"..."
Mo Ningzhi realized that the conflict between the two girls was not just due to Qin Weijin; there must have been other things adding fuel to the fire for it to burn so fiercely.
It's amazing how genuine fans and haters can create other benefits when they're together?
"Forget it, I don't like arguing with young girls." In the end, Old Mushroom took the first step back. She looked at Mo Ningzhi and said, "It's just not a good day. The environment isn't right. Let's have coffee together another time. I won't bother you today."
Before Mo Ningzhi could speak, Xiao Xie muttered, "Why do you have the right to ask our Brother Jin's assistant out? I won't allow it."
"Oh, you live in the Pacific Ocean, huh? Mind your own business." Old Mushroom rolled his eyes. "I was just passing by today, I didn't mean to do anything. Do you think I'm that idle? I just came over because I was so surprised to see my friend, I wanted to say hello, why are you reacting so strongly?"
“Every time you show up, there’s a huge crowd of people, and Brother Jin gets surrounded in no time. How can I not be careful?” Xiao Xie said. “Can you please stop smearing Qin Weijin? It’s really tiring dealing with all the news you create.”
"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"
"..."
"Alright, you two." Mo Ningzhi finally found a gap where she could barely interject, and immediately squeezed in. "If you keep arguing, it'll get dark."
The old mushroom pursed its lips but didn't say anything.
Although Xiao Xie was still somewhat unconvinced, the young lady was flexible and turned her head away, preferring to ignore it.
Old Mushroom glanced at Mo Ningzhi, blinked rapidly as if hinting at something, and said, "Then I'll be going now. Take care."
"Be careful of what?" Xiao Xie turned around.
Old Mushroom gave a wicked smile and said to Mo Ningzhi in an ambiguous tone, "Keep it up, you've really succeeded."
"..."
The girl was about to tear his already tattered vest to shreds.
Old Mushroom came and went in a hurry, seemingly without changing anything, but Mo Ning knew that his job as assistant probably wouldn't last long.
"Assistant Mo, what's your relationship with her?" Turning around, Xiao Xie frowned as she looked at him. "She's Jin Ge's biggest hater, and she has a terrible character."
Mo Ningzhi noticed the suspicion in Xiao Xie's eyes and sighed, "I don't have a close relationship with her."
"Did you know she was a hater?"
Mo Ningzhi was silent for a few seconds, and Xiao Xie keenly sensed something: "I understand."
well.
The disguise has finally crumbled.
Mo Ningzhi sighed, "Since you've found out, I have nothing to say. If you want to tell Brother Jin... Qin Weijin, I have no objection."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Xiao Xie rushed over and grabbed his hand tightly. "Don't say anything more, I understand."
Mo Ningzhi: "...?"
That doesn't seem right, this shouldn't be the reaction, should it?
He raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively, "What do you know?"
“You’re our spy infiltrated into the enemy ranks, right?” Xiao Xie gripped his hand very tightly.
Mo Ningzhi was so surprised that he forgot to take it out.
"I knew you were no ordinary person." Xiao Xie's cheeks flushed with excitement. "You're so good-looking, yet you choose to be Brother Jin's assistant instead of debuting as an artist. That's incredibly selfless!"
"..."
"They disregarded their own safety to protect Brother Jin. They foresaw the attack by aliens on the cruise ship and protected Brother Jin as he left the event site. This is self-sacrifice!"
Mo Ningzhi struggled: "Wait a minute..."
"She selflessly stayed by Brother Jin's side day and night, dodging attacks from anti-fans multiple times, and even knowing the danger, she opened the car door to face the attack alone. She accompanied him late at night, protected him around the clock, and took care of everything, no matter how small..."
Xiao Xie's eyes shone brighter as she spoke, looking at Mo Ningzhi as if she were looking at a delicious dish that suited her taste perfectly. "This is true love, Assistant Mo! I thought I was already pretty good at managing the fan club, but compared to you, I'm far inferior!"
"..."
"You like Brother Jin so much that you're willing to infiltrate the anti-fans to gather information. You must have cursed Brother Jin against your will a lot during this time. I understand you. This feeling is too painful! I also tried to infiltrate the enemy's ranks, but every time I got halfway through cursing, my heart ached so much that I could never finish. Now I know, it's because I didn't love him enough!"
We should all look up to you!
Mo Ningzhi: "..."
No, you'll only be finished if you look to me and Qin turns to Jin.
Moreover, where did these conclusions come from?!
Mo Ningzhi truly never expected that her actions would be seen in such a way by others, with the former leader of the anti-fans transforming into the most brainless true fan she had ever seen.
If he agrees, then change his identity.
He's already been praised for agreeing to switch sides.
“But I’m a little curious.” Xiao Xie carefully pinched a gap between her thumb and forefinger and leaned close to Mo Ningzhi. “Judging from these recent trending topics, I’m a little confused.”
Mo Ningzhi: "What?"
"What kind of love do you have for Brother Jin...?"
Xiao Xie swallowed hard. "Is it the fans' love for their idol, or the strong's sympathy for the weak, or..."
Mo Ningzhi had a strange, ominous feeling.
"Unrequited love, scheming, weaving a web, and self-sacrificing devoted protection?"
Mo Ningzhi: "……………………"
A note from the author:
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The next chapter will be available for purchase (ˊωˋ*)
I have a book available for pre-order. I'd like to start with a lighthearted story called "Transmigrated into the Electronic Pet of a Ruthless Boss," which I plan to release after the New Year. Feel free to check it out!
Rough version of the synopsis: Hu Cong'an was so engrossed in a comic with two male protagonists that he couldn't put the book down. When he went downstairs, he missed a step and woke up to find that he had transmigrated.
I transmigrated into the electronic pet inside the phone of the sinister villain in the book.
He sat in the blue virtual interface, where a pair of tiny hands and feet came into view.
It's still a cartoon version.
He tried to move his hands, and it was alright; he could move them and wasn't crippled.
She wasn't wearing any clothes.
Hu Cong'an stared at the small panties around his waist, lost in thought.
Before he could accept his new identity, a phone call came in, and a virtual window that appeared out of nowhere slinged him away.
"..."
"Speak," the man said in a low, hoarse voice.
Hu Cong'an rubbed his backside and got up, only to find that the caller was the nemesis of the big boss in the comics. The caller had pretended to invite him to a banquet, but actually had armed men lying in ambush on the way to kill the big boss.
Is that feasible? Who will charge the phone if the big boss is gone?
Hu Cong'an shuffled to the incoming call screen and hung up with a single tap of his paw.
man:"……"
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After realizing he couldn't live without his phone or get rid of the cartoon character, Hu Cong'an completely gave up.
Every day, I would call the big boss, secretly reply to his messages, modify the trap files, and sneak into food delivery apps to eat and play. My life was quite enjoyable.
The only drawback is that the boss is spending more and more time on his phone.
One day, Hu Cong'an was woken up by the phone ringing. He glanced at the number, thought, "Bad guy," and hung up.
I turned over, ready to go back to sleep, but when I turned my head, I was met with a cold, stern face and a pair of chilling pupils from outside the screen.
"..." Oh my god.
It's been discovered.
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One day, Helian Qi discovered that something was wrong with his phone.
The icons are a mess, there are too many apps, phone calls keep getting hung up on for no reason, food photos can't be found on food delivery platforms, and there are suddenly a lot of clothes that young men have bought online... It's like a ghost story.
Until one day, he saw a virtual pet on his phone, its rear end sticking up and fast asleep.
All the anomalies were explained.
Upon their first meeting, the other person was so frightened that they trembled.
Helian Qi wanted to capture the person, but all his attempts failed.
The pet is no longer afraid of him; if provoked, it will cause trouble, deleting text messages he just typed, sending cute emojis to his nemesis, and creating late-night group chats to gossip about the wealthy...
Helian Qi's image as a sinister and ruthless boss has been shattered.
Taking advantage of being separated by a screen, the little pet is recklessly flirting with death.
Until one day, the phone got wet and short-circuited.
Hu Cong'an popped his phone into his hand with a "poof," and sat on the carpet, looking completely bewildered.
Remembering the suicidal thoughts he had sworn these past few days, he turned and ran without a second thought. He hadn't gone two steps when he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. His vision blurred, and his ankle was caught in a warm shackle.
A terrifying voice said, "Got you?"
Hu Cong'an: TT
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