Chapter 128 I'm jealous, you need to comfort me.
Qu He stared intently at the still-blinking white microphone icon at the top of her phone, her mind completely blank.
At this moment, the viewers in the live stream went wild, and the chat was flooded with comments:
【Ahhhh, is this how young couples are in private?】
So, President Zhuang is jealous, he's definitely jealous! They probably haven't realized the live stream wasn't turned off yet.
[My God, is this still the gentle and refined Zhuang Jiayu? This dark, possessive demeanor is so striking...what a contrast!]
[I'm so curious! I'm so curious! What was that red thing Qu He mentioned? Why was it red? When did Zhuang Bieyan leave it? Please, I'm going crazy with curiosity!]
Why is there no sound? Keep going! Keep the music playing, keep dancing!
[Did you notice? No! I haven't heard enough!]
Watching the barrage of comments constantly scrolling across the screen.
Qu He felt as if every word had turned into needles, making her eardrums buzz.
So all the things she said to Zhuang Bieyan just now were taken in without missing a single word?
An unprecedented wave of shame and panic hit her, leaving her completely stunned and frozen in place.
Behind him, Zhuang Bieyan noticed the unusual behavior of the person in his arms. He nuzzled her neck affectionately, his voice low and deep: "Ahe..."
Qu He suddenly came to her senses, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear; she was completely distraught.
She turned to look at him, her voice filled with panic: "What should we do, Zhuang Bieyan? The live stream seems to be on, the microphone... the microphone is still on."
Zhuang Bieyan hadn't yet understood what she meant, but seeing her face gradually losing color, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
He took the phone from her hand, glanced at the scrolling comments on it, and his expression darkened.
Without hesitation, he clicked "Exit" in the upper left corner and closed the live stream, checking several times to make sure he had completely exited and closed it.
The screen returns to the main interface, and a series of WeChat messages from Siyue pop up at the top:
[Senior! Your live stream is still on! The microphone is still on!]
[Answer the phone quickly! I'm so worried!]
The next second, Si Yue called again.
Swipe right to connect to the farewell banquet.
Si Yue's anxious voice came through the receiver, "Senior, senior, you finally answered the phone! You didn't turn off your live stream..."
Zhuang Bieyan said calmly, "It's already closed."
Si Yue on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback. "Ah... President Zhuang? Is my senior alright...?"
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at the person next to him who was practically curling up in a ball, covering his face in embarrassment, and slowly said, "She's fine, thank you for reminding me in time."
After saying that, he ended the call and sent a message to Tan Cong on his own phone, asking him to handle the related online discussions.
After doing all this, he put the phone back on the table and patted Qu He's hand reassuringly.
Qu He felt ashamed to face anyone, just thinking that netizens had heard what they had just said.
"What should we do? They all heard it."
Her voice was trembling, and she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"I can't remember what we just said. Did we say anything offensive? Will we get cyberbullied for this?"
Qu He's voice was trembling with tears, and her eyes were red, as if she had already seen the negative news online.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, Ah He, it's already turned off."
Zhuang Bieyan held her shoulders, gently wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and forced her to look him in the eye.
His gaze was calm and powerful, carrying a reassuring strength.
He repeated what he had just said, "I've already sent people to take care of it. Trust me, everything will be fine."
"Really? But...they heard everything we just said."
"So what if I heard it? It's no big deal."
"How could it be nothing serious!" Qu He grabbed his wrist. "Are you sure we didn't say anything offensive just now?"
Zhuang Bieyan put his arm around her, interrupting her panic, and said firmly, "Don't worry, everything you said was normal, and there was nothing excessive."
As he spoke, he suddenly smiled, "Ahe, is our affection something to be ashamed of? It would be better if they knew!"
He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers, and spoke earnestly.
Qu He was both embarrassed and anxious, "What's so good about it?"
"So that everyone knows that Zhuang Bieyan is jealous tonight, and very jealous at that."
He lowered his voice, his tone smug and possessive, "That way, no one will dare to make a move on you, and those people online calling you 'wife' will probably tone it down a bit, right? Hmm?"
Qu He was miraculously convinced by his unorthodox yet logically sound words.
"What kind of bizarre logic is that?"
"That's my reasoning." Zhuang Bieyan stepped back slightly when he saw that she had calmed down.
Seeing his calm demeanor, Qu He felt much of her panic subside.
Zhuang Bieyan's heart softened when he saw her pitiful appearance, and he couldn't help but want to tease her.
"But there's something else I need to worry about."
Qu He's heart, which had just settled, jumped again. "What is it?"
Zhuang Bieyan feigned grievance: "Ahe, now tens of thousands of netizens know that I'm jealous. Shouldn't you take responsibility and coax me?"
Hearing the grievance in his words, Qu He burst into laughter through her tears, and playfully punched him: "You're so annoying, you really can't do this again next time."
"Okay," Zhuang Bieyan replied, pulling her back into his arms. "I'll do whatever you say."
The night was as dark as ink.
The microphone malfunction during the live broadcast left Qu He terrified all night.
Zhuang Bieyan handled the situation very decisively and efficiently; all related videos and audio clips were deleted, and related trending search terms also disappeared quickly.
The related terms that were originally trending on the hot search list were quickly removed.
I was worried that the fans in the live stream might spread the word, but most of them were fans of the two as a couple. They knew that this accident was not something to be happy about, so everyone tacitly kept their own little world to enjoy it and secretly craved the sweet moments.
Qu He knew in her heart that Zhuang Bieyan must have spent a lot of money and effort to suppress this trending topic, and the thought of all that money made her feel a pang of heartache.
Qu He secretly resolved that if she were to do a live stream again, she would definitely turn off her phone as well.
In just a few hours, she experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. Exhaustion overcame her anxiety, and after taking a shower and lying in bed, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in the dead of night when everyone was fast asleep, several controversial Weibo trending topics suddenly appeared and climbed into the top ten of the trending list at an astonishing speed.
[The oil painting in the background of Yan Shu's live stream contains a hidden secret]
The swallow pattern on the tie at the farewell banquet
Mr. Z, Mr. Zhuang
midnight.
Soft breathing could be heard coming from the master bedroom.
Suddenly, the bedside lamp turned on, casting a dim yellow light in the darkness and illuminating Zhuang Bieyan's deep-set profile.
He glanced at Qu He, who was fast asleep beside him, and only after confirming that she hadn't been disturbed or woken up did he slowly lift the covers and get out of bed.
He walked slowly to the door, gently pressed the doorknob to open it a crack, glanced back at the person on the bed, composed himself, stepped aside, and slowly closed the door.
The living room was pitch black. He walked straight through and pushed open the balcony door, casting a long, thin shadow on the floor.
As the night deepened and the dew grew heavier, the chill seeped into his pajamas, but Zhuang Bieyan remained completely oblivious.
He took out his phone, which had been vibrating for a while, and saw a series of messages from Tan Cong.
Tan Cong is a very sensible person, so for him to send a message at this time, it must be something very urgent and important.
[Mr. Zhuang, you asked me to keep an eye on the unusual trending topics on Weibo. These few trending topics were suddenly pushed up by online trolls in the middle of the night, and the momentum is very strong and extremely unnatural.]
[Netizens are now frantically comparing the oil painting in Yan Shu's live stream background with the subtle embroidery pattern on your tie.]
[The company's marketing and promotion are in place. Have you prepared a plan to suppress trending topics? We're already contacting platforms to remove trending topics.]
[Mr. Zhuang, the platform reports that these trending topics are generating too much discussion and will take time to resolve. Would you consider activating the highest-level contingency plan to completely block all related keywords?]
Zhuang Bieyan opened the screenshots Tan Cong had sent him, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
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