Chapter 113 Opening the Window, Ranking, A Small Gift from a Mysterious Sufferer, Not Quite Good...
Although Hara Mihoshi did not utter a word in the video, considering the other party's actions of leaving the country with a disguise and canceling the final real signature on the spot, as well as the location where the "malfunction" first occurred...
Without a doubt, he was responding to that announcement that floated at the top of the brothel!
The crowd, who were already tired of gossip all day, were now in an uproar!
Even if a face can be faked, the handwriting on a signed document can't be faked, right? Otherwise, contract authentication worldwide would be ruined.
Almost instantly, countless people with screenshots of Hara Mihoshi's signature at the end of the response flocked to the court's website to compare them with the signature below Hara Mihoshi's personal photo.
As expected, the two handwriting samples are identical in terms of structure, line flow, and pauses in pen strokes.
So, that was Hara Miki!
It's common for celebrities to be caught dating, and it's also common for them to deny the relationship by claiming to be "friends" when one of them is caught, due to doubts about the other party's identity.
It's the first time I've seen a party that has never been exposed so openly and forcefully assert its sovereignty without any clear response from the other party involved.
A scandal, of course, involves two people.
Now that one side has made its stance known to the entire city in this way, the attention of the onlookers will naturally turn to the other side, namely Que Ling.
In an instant, Que Ling's accounts on various platforms were being refreshed and followed at a rate that was about to crash the servers.
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Because he strictly adhered to the principle of "once the internet is cut off, the world is irrelevant to me," Fu Ze did not actively contact any outside news all day, and entrusted the Sparrow Feather Studio to handle the corresponding public opinion content.
It's not that he didn't want to respond, it's just that he didn't know what to respond to.
Although both he and Yuan Jianxing could understand and accept that Que Ling's current body was merely a vessel for Fu Ze's soul.
But clearly, the vast majority of people don't think that way.
Whenever Fu Ze is recognized on the street, people call him Que Ling.
On every contract, he signed his name as Que Ling.
Fu Ze could accept all of these aspects, taking it as his agreement to the deal with Liwei, accepting the other party's responsibility, and diligently playing the role of Que Ling.
However, he didn't really want to make the announcement with Yuan Jianxing as a member of the Sparrow Feather group.
Because it's me dating Harami Hoshi! It's Fu Ze!
Why should Harami Hoshi's name be associated with another person?
Fu Ze himself knew that this idea was somewhat naive, but he couldn't help but think about it in this way.
Fortunately, Yuan Jianxing's true face was not captured in the photos, so all the messy uproar on the internet will not affect him.
Just as Fu Ze was thinking this, he felt a slightly dazzling white light shine into the corner of his eye.
I squinted slightly and turned my head to look, and found that the large screen on the exterior of a shopping mall not far away had crashed.
Illuminated by the white light emitted from the large screen, Fu Ze, already agitated, felt that the selfishness in his heart was made even darker.
Just as he got up to draw the curtains, the screen, which had been completely white, suddenly changed.
A figure walked in.
Oh, so it wasn't a system crash? Maybe it was a pop-up event by some brand?
Fu Ze thought indifferently.
However, the moment Fu Ze saw the figure's profile and clothing, his hand, which was pulling the curtains, froze.
It looks somewhat familiar...
Then, the person turned around.
Fu Ze's hands clenched tightly instantly.
It's Hara Mihoshi!
What is he doing?!
What is he going to do?
In the few seconds that Fu Ze was stunned, Yuan Jianxing had already turned off his facial disguise, and his real appearance was fully displayed on the screen.
Thanks to the position of that screen, Fu Ze in front of the window was now almost level with Yuan Jianxing on the other large screen.
Yuan Jianxing's gaze seemed to pierce through the screen and land on Fu Ze.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Jianxing in the video took out a pen and signed his name on the transparent acrylic board in front of the camera.
How could Fu Ze not know the intention behind Yuan Jianxing's actions?
He was confirming that he was indeed the "mysterious man".
Fu Ze immediately turned around to get his phone, which he had placed on the bedside table.
Throughout the entire process, his hands trembled involuntarily.
The moment he got his phone, a video call came in from Yuan Jianxing.
Before Yuan Jianxing's portrait had even finished loading, his question came through first: "Did you see it?"
Fu Ze laughed with lingering fear: "With your kind of setup, it's hard not to see it."
Yuan Jianxing smiled slightly: "Do you like it?"
Fu Ze feigned composure: "It's more than just liking it, it's downright flattery."
Yuan Jianxing: "..."
He shouldn't have expected Fu Ze to ever feel embarrassed.
Fu Ze: "I thought you wouldn't get involved in this kind of thing. After all, netizens' attention comes and goes, and in a couple of days no one will care anymore."
Yuan Jianxing: "Since it concerns you, then I have no choice but to take responsibility."
Hearing the other party's resounding "It is our duty," Fu Ze felt his ears burning.
After a brief pause, Fu Ze laid out his previous thoughts: "To be honest, I still feel a bit uneasy."
Yuan Jianxing asked, puzzled: "Subtle?"
“Logically speaking, since you stepped forward first, I should give you a response, but I can only sign with the name Que Ling.” Fu Ze laid it out, “This makes me a little unhappy.”
Yuan Jianxing chuckled lightly: "Let's leave Que Ling's response to the professionals. What about Fu Ze's response?"
Fu Ze answered without hesitation: "Fu Ze wants to see you."
Yuan Jianxing: "Then why didn't he come?"
Fu Ze sighed, "Even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice, brother."
As he spoke, he switched between the internal and external cameras, showing Yuan Jianxing the people who were gathered in three concentric circles around the outside of the residential area.
Fu Ze: "Your Fu Ze's [Key] ability is relatively weak, what can we do?"
Yuan Jianxing: "Then I'll come see you."
As Fu Ze was pondering how Yuan Jianxing would break through the encirclement to see him, Yuan Jianxing uttered two more words before hanging up the phone:
"Open the window."
Fu Ze: ?!
So fast?
At the same time, a knocking sound came from one of the windows in the room.
Fu Ze looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a small robot, produced by the same company as Icarus on the cruise ship, clinging to the ground. At first glance, it looked quite pitiful.
He quickly opened the window and let it in.
"Do you have any tissues? I got a little dirty after crawling through the ventilation ducts." Yuan Jianxing's voice came from the robot's speaker, sounding somewhat comical.
Fu Ze pulled out a few sheets of paper from the side, held them in his hand, and squatted down to wipe the dust off the robot: "Wow, Chief, you're so tall."
If the camera isn't specifically adjusted, all you can see is Fu Ze's calves. Yuan Jianxing: "..."
The robot looked brand new after being wiped down, and then it moved its six legs and walked towards the living room.
Although somewhat confused, Fu Ze followed immediately.
He then turned on the television on the wall using a remote control.
Fu Ze understood, scooped the robot up from the ground and held it in his arms, then sat on the sofa and started changing channels: "Would you say this is our first home date?"
Yuan Jianxing, who was "lifted up from the ground": "...The Starry Charity Night is about to start, aren't you going to watch it?"
Fu Ze paused for a moment while adjusting the console, then said plaintively, "Chief, you're more like my manager than my manager is now."
Yuan Jianxing: "I don't know which is more difficult, being your agent or being your leader."
Fu Ze: "It's definitely harder to be my boss. After all, I'm a subordinate whose identity is questionable, who has ulterior motives, who doesn't know how to behave properly, and who likes to get up at the last minute."
Yuan Jianxing: "..."
Fu Ze flattered, "Therefore, this position is rightfully yours."
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Following Yuan Jianxing's high-profile response, Que Ling Studio indeed followed up with a simultaneous reaction.
Sparrow Feather Studio: Through the skin, I met you.
The timing was precise, just one minute before the Starry Night charity gala began.
This clear response from afar instantly ignited the previously unbroken circle of Que Ling's fans.
Those who had been secretly shipping the couple were celebrating and rushing to the front lines, starting their all-out effort to vote and support the couple as planned.
Some wavering fans gradually switched sides while observing the situation—especially after quickly digging into Hara Mihoshi's resume, which can be described as a "life winner template," they began to try to accept the existence of this "officially recognized boyfriend."
Meanwhile, the core group of die-hard fans were in an uproar—a large number of them unfollowed and turned against the group, leaving the super topic in a mess.
The division and wavering of the fan base is directly reflected in the data of the Starry Night Charity Night: Que Ling's ranking has changed from "guaranteeing ten, striving for five, and aiming for the top three" in previous years. She is now barely hanging on the tail end of the top twenty and is about to fall off the list.
Looking at the real-time data, Kang Yanyan's heart was bleeding.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of the contract renewal that was due next year, the olive branch that had been extended because of the film deal, and the year-end bonus from her studio partners.
Just when the studio thought there was no hope of recovery this year, Que Ling's ranking suddenly began to skyrocket without warning.
Seventeenth place.
Eighth place.
Fourth place.
After three consecutive jumps, Que Ling finally secured second place—with a negligible difference in votes from her rival at the top.
Having witnessed the entire process, Fu Ze called Kang Yanyan: "Didn't you say we can't fake it?"
"We didn't vote for it," Kang Yanyan denied immediately and requested the organizers to verify the source of the funds.
The organizer's response came quickly and was quite impressive:
The same anonymous account made four consecutive donations at the highest tier.
If this is a forgery, then this whole thing is far too "fake".
So, this is probably true.
In other words, there really is such a "mysterious patron" who is spending a fortune on Que Ling.
Meanwhile, with the help of Que Ling's existing fans, Que Ling finally managed to defeat her former rival who was in first place and successfully climbed to the top of the leaderboard.
The former number one, now number two, is so angry he's practically grinding his teeth to dust.
"Are they crazy?!" In the rival studio, the agent's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the amount of money they had overtaken. "This isn't just about saving face, this is about ruining the show!"
But with so much investment made up the way before, giving up now would mean losing everything.
The two companies are of similar status, so the competition for resources is already fierce. The old grudge of being outdone by Que Ling during the last movie promotion and variety show is still lingering in her heart—if she loses again this time, she will always be inferior to Que Ling when they meet again.
The rival gritted their teeth and communicated with the fan group, continuing to spend money to follow up.
It seemed that Que Ling and his opponent were locked in a fierce competition, neither willing to give in.
However, whenever Que Ling is overtaken, his share of the winnings experiences a dramatic surge to its maximum.
Clearly, the "mysterious benefactor" was keeping a close eye on the list.
Given Yuan Jianxing's previous feat of asserting his sovereignty, everyone naturally attributed this action to him and exclaimed, "Where there is money, there is love; that's absolutely true."
Seeing the rapidly increasing donations, even Fu Ze became a little uneasy.
"Where did you get so much money?" he asked, holding up the robot very seriously. "I don't want to have to visit someone in prison at such a young age."
Yuan Jianxing was speechless; Fu Ze really had no right to say that to him.
“It wasn’t me. Before today, I didn’t even know you had this ‘charity night’.”
At the same time, Kang Yanyan also made a solemn vow on her WeChat Moments: "If I hired someone to boost the numbers, I will never get rich in my life," clarifying that her studio had nothing to do with it.
Even without her deliberate statement, people in the industry could realize that this spending far exceeded the normal return on investment, and it couldn't be explained by mere resentment or showing off.
As the clock struck midnight, the competition finally came to an end.
Que Ling is ranked first.
The tens of millions of dollars in terms of the amount of money completely overwhelmed everyone else below, truly making it a case of looking down on everyone else.
Congratulatory messages instantly flooded Que Ling's work phone.
Unlike the prying greetings from earlier in the morning, what's pouring in now are all genuine collaboration offers and industry recognition.
Amidst the commotion, the phone that Yuan Jianxing had given to Fu Ze, a phone that belonged solely to him, suddenly lit up.
Fu Ze was a little confused. Yuan Jianxing was right next to him, so why did he have to go through the trouble of sending a message?
Is there something you're too embarrassed to say in person?
But when he actually opened his phone, he found that the sender was a string of numbers he had never seen before.
The content is only two lines long:
"This is just a small gift, nothing more, but I look forward to your arrival."
An address is provided below.
—A private art display center under the Cumming Group.
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Author's note: I've finally finished writing this matchmaking part! [crying emoji]
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