Cen Yu is actively replying here—
[Besides, he not only has tattoos but also a tongue piercing! He doesn't look like a respectable person!]
【OMG! My wife is so hot! I love her so much!】
Cen Yu remained silent for a moment, then continued replying—
He slacks off at work, cutting corners whenever possible!
"Working people don't slack off? Is the company really my home? Hilarious! Besides... who are you?! Are you some kind of colleague who's upset with my wife and is secretly planning to smear her?!"
“…He’s completely stubborn.” Cen Yu muttered to the fat cat.
He knew he couldn't reply anymore, otherwise Yu Jinheng would probably think he had fainted in the bathroom.
...
"Brother Pei, someone is smearing Cen Yu."
Because of the stalker incident, Pei Zhe hadn't returned to his room yet. He was sitting on the sofa chair outside the living room when he saw his manager walking over.
"Hei Cenyu?"
Pei Zhe was somewhat confused.
He glanced behind him and found that no one was in the living room at the moment; they were either in the pool or had already gone back to their rooms to rest.
"What's so bad about him?" Pei Zhe wondered.
Cen Yu is, after all, an ordinary person. Even if he gains exposure through this show, he probably won't enter the entertainment industry. Pei Zhe really couldn't imagine who had such a deep grudge against him.
The agent didn't know what to say, so he simply handed the phone to Pei Zhe to look at.
Because tonight, while their studio was setting the tone and controlling the public opinion, they naturally noticed these discordant voices.
When Pei Zhe saw the word "boyfriend," he immediately thought of Yu Xinyu... Since the other party knew Yu Xinyu and also knew about Cen Yu's college days, they should have known Cen Yu for a long time.
Is this someone who suddenly became jealous after seeing Cen Yu become famous and came to expose the truth?
Pei Zhe was a little unsure, but he still handed the phone back to his manager, saying, "Then I'll help him out."
After all, if it weren't for his own incident, the show probably wouldn't have suddenly gone viral on social media, and Cen Yu, this "acquaintance," wouldn't have noticed that he had actually participated in such a variety show.
The agent didn't object; it was just something that happened easily.
Meanwhile, Sang Qianshan's studio also noticed this discordant voice.
When the agent called Sang Qianshan, Sang Qianshan was in his room.
He was leaning against the bed, lost in thought, when his agent called while he was looking at his phone's photo album...
"Someone is trying to discredit Cen Yu."
The agent got straight to the point.
Sang Qianshan frowned, and then he saw the various links his agent had sent him.
The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed. He cursed inwardly that Yu Xinyu was a good-for-nothing who could only play the victim and knew nothing else.
Then he told his agent, "Could you handle this for me?"
Whether it's deleting comments or something else, just don't let this mess involve Cen Yu.
After exiting the chat with her agent, Sang Qianshan looked at the photo of herself and Cen Yu on her phone—
"Being friends is fine too," Sang Qianshan muttered to himself.
Being friends always lasts longer than being lovers.
...
Cen Yu was unaware that his post had been almost entirely deleted.
The next morning, perhaps because what happened yesterday was too exciting, the production team dared not cause any more trouble and finally remembered their original intention of slow variety show + true friends.
The decision was made to allow the guests to explore nearby attractions and enjoy their free time.
There will be photographers to follow along.
Considering Cen Yu's leg injury, Sang Qianshan insisted on giving him a ride on her bicycle...
“…I just scraped my knee, I’m not lame,” Cen Yu said, looking at the bicycle Sang Qianshan was pushing.
“Anyway, you can’t walk.” Sang Qianshan said, patting the back seat. “Get in, I’ll take you for a walk.”
"You're acting in a teen idol drama?" Cen Yu muttered, but still sat down in the back seat.
Sang Qianshan didn't speak. He wasn't a particularly talkative person to begin with, but he was a little more talkative in front of Cen Yu.
Since they were on vacation, the two specially changed into floral shirts that were slightly more in line with the local style, and sat on the bicycle one in front of the other.
The sun was too strong at that moment, and apart from the two of them and the photography crew's bikes, there was almost no one else on this road suitable for cycling.
"There are so few people here."
“No one would be out riding a bike at this hour.” Cen Yu looked up at the midday sun and suspected that Sang Qianshan had heatstroke.
Sang Qianshan turned to look at Cen Yu and noticed that Cen Yu's cheeks were already flushed from the sun and his forehead was covered in sweat. "How about... we take a break?"
Cen Yu discovered that they had just arrived at a relatively lively beach. Perhaps because the production crew's car and the cameras following them were too conspicuous, they quickly attracted the attention of some people.
Wearing sunglasses, the two of them simply walked into a small shop near the beach.
The shop is small, and there aren't many people inside.
After looking around for a while, Cen Yu realized it was a postcard shop—it had branches at major tourist attractions all over the country, aiming to cover all kinds of destinations.
The postcards inside were mostly hand-drawn. Cen Yu looked at them for a while, then noticed Sang Qianshan staring at one of the postcards and a line of text on it—
"Sent to your future self."
"..." No way.
Cen Yu looked at Sang Qianshan, "You want to send this?"
Could it be that this young master has never seen postcards like these at tourist attractions before?! Oh, he forgot, a young master like Sang Qianshan usually wouldn't come to these kinds of street shops.
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