Whose wife died?
Why are you crying so hard?
Where did Shiqin call herself from?
Su Miaomiao looked completely bewildered and didn't even think about it herself. She changed her clothes and waited for the nanny van to pick her up.
The car arrived shortly afterward.
After Su Miaomiao got on the bus, she casually asked a question.
Is Sister Shi at the company?
"Here I am!"
Su Miaomiao understood; Sister Shi had arrived earlier than her.
Soon, her nanny van arrived downstairs, and all she could see was a sea of white.
This is……
"Who died? Such a grand affair, with so many wreaths!"
Su Miaomiao stared wide-eyed, filled with curiosity.
The driver's face twitched; he didn't really want to answer the question.
Fortunately, Su Miaomiao quickly discovered whose large wreath it was.
"In memory of Su Miaomiao: Her voice and appearance remain vivid, her smile endures forever!"
"To the goddess Miaomiao: May we share a pillow here, and sleep together in a foreign land!"
...
silence!
A long silence!
"Damn it! 凸(艹皿艹)"
This is all a tribute to my father, damn it!
Su Miaomiao looked at the funeral couplets fluttering in the wind on the wreaths, each bearing her name.
She recognizes every single stroke, every single line!
Put them together and it's my name—Su Miaomiao!!!
凸(艹皿艹 )
Just who are these bastards who are so eager for her to be buried as soon as possible!
Do you know how much effort she put in to prevent herself from dying?
They even painstakingly built a "merit squad," though they haven't officially cooperated yet, but the banner has already been raised.
For this purpose, she also bought a whole truckload of various religious items, such as peach wood, jujube wood, yellow talismans, cinnabar, and even calligraphy brushes by the box.
All for the sake of accumulating merit and prolonging one's life!
The driver felt a chill in the back seat and unconsciously rubbed the goosebumps on his neck.
The car door opened!
Su Miaomiao rushed into the company like a gust of wind.
Fans were placing white chrysanthemums in her memory on the steps when a gust of wind blew by, and when they looked up...
That figure looked exactly like Su Miaomiao!
"Ghost... Miaomiao..."
"If you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it in and feel bad!"
Another fan, who hadn't seen the figure's back, sadly wiped away tears and encouraged the others to cry out loud.
"I think I saw the ghost of Goddess Miaomiao, and we summoned her back."
"Really? Where?"
...
Several die-hard fans immediately started discussing excitedly.
Thankfully, Su Miaomiao had already rushed into the elevator and didn't hear their conversation, otherwise she would have been so angry that she would have fainted.
She walked into Shi Qin's office with a gloomy face.
Along the way, there were many wreaths for her in the company, which were extremely irritating to see.
"Sister Shi, is the company organizing a grand funeral for me by my fans?"
"Of course not. You're alive and well. The company went crazy and held a funeral for you. All those wreaths outside were sent by people who came to pay their respects."
"I'm not dead, what's there to mourn?"
Su Miaomiao laughed in exasperation!
She'll make sure she knows which bastard caused her to 'die,' and she'll teach him a lesson about the art of death.
"The news of your death spread on Weibo, initially triggered by a person named Master Xuanmen Tianwei posting a photo of your back..."
Shi Qin had already had someone investigate the direction of the rumors, so she showed the compiled information to Su Miaomiao and explained it to her.
Su Miaomiao flipped through the documents, her expression becoming increasingly interesting with each page she read.
First of all, looking at the photo from the source of the rumor, the woman's back view is indeed her own, that's for sure!
And isn't the red-clad female ghost next to her the Enchantress?
And this furniture and decorations, isn't this Uncle Liu's house? You can even see shards of glass on the floor!
She narrowed her eyes.
Master Xuanmen Tianwei, what an awesome name!
Ning Tianwei, you big idiot!
"Miaomiao, the best way to mitigate the impact right now is for you to record a video and post it."
Shi Qin handed a completed manuscript to Su Miaomiao, who only needed to read the contents of the manuscript aloud.
I assure you that this clarification will be made easily and without any other mishaps.
Su Miaomiao glanced at the manuscript. What was this all about?
Hi everyone, this is Miaomiao. I haven't been online to interact with you all lately because I've been focusing on improving myself and studying acting...
...
"Sister Shi, I think the video is very likely to be considered fake by netizens, and there will definitely be a public opinion storm then."
"How about this, I'll do a live stream on Weibo, so netizens can see the real me, and then they'll all believe it."
Su Miaomiao said sincerely.
Shi Qin thought about it and realized that it would be acceptable if she were present to oversee things.
"Okay, then you must speak according to the content of the manuscript. If you encounter any questions that you cannot answer, just ignore them."
"OK!"
Su Miaomiao chuckled and gave an OK sign.
I took out my phone and sent a message in the 'Long Live the Emperor' group:
The young woman with ten-pack abs exclaimed, "Let's get moving! Grab your gear and head to Tianfu Crematorium right now!"
Hehe Tianwei: "Received! Idol Master, Master and I will set off immediately!"
Dao follows nature: "Yes, Master!"
Photographer Niu Dali: "Did you bring a video camera?"
The young woman with ten-pack abs said, "No need! I'll just do a live stream on my phone today."
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