Chapter 215 Dining Table
Since the media in the back row couldn't take pictures anyway, Xia Mian simply took out her phone and secretly browsed Weibo.
After yesterday's red carpet photos were released, the online discussion was decent, though certainly not as much as that of the top actresses known for their striking and beautiful looks, but it still managed to secure a place on the trending topics list.
[My goodness, who is this celestial being descended to earth? My world has been illuminated by this guy!]
[Waaaaah, what an amazing face! When will I be able to live with this face even once?!]
What kind of rubbish were these photos? Seriously, not a single one was bad!
You look just like my wife, wife, wife, wife, hehehehehe...
Of course, besides the fans' effusive praise, there were also some comments from "whoever" whose authenticity is unclear:
Who's this? I've never seen him before, is he a newcomer?
After a period of operation, the cotton fans' efforts to control online comments have improved rapidly: [The picture shows Xia Mian, a returning actress whose variety show works include "Infinite Escape" and "Our Little Days." Her TV series "Legend of the Dragon" will also be broadcast next year. Please pay more attention to her.]
Netizen: [Oh, I don't follow the Chinese entertainment industry much, but I watch Fashion Week every year. I couldn't find this name on the brand's official Weibo account.]
To maintain its brand image and tone, the biannual fashion weeks typically only invite celebrities with titles such as brand ambassadors or brand representatives. The netizens are right; the brand's official Weibo account did not post any photos of Summer Sleep's departure or red carpet appearances.
Then, the netizen suddenly realized: "So he was just crashing the red carpet!"
Another netizen replied: [Don't be so harsh. These days, any slightly famous internet celebrity can go to Fashion Week to pose for photos. He has way more followers than the average internet celebrity. Maybe he's just there to take pictures of handsome men and beautiful women for his "family" and experience a one-day celebrity pass~]
[Isn't that just trying to ride the red carpet and get attention? How low!]
Upon seeing this, the cotton plants were at a loss for words.
Actually, Zhao Wei kept a low profile, deliberately choosing a time when traffic was low to post the photos. His purpose in posting the photos was quite simple: first, to share his summer vacation with fans; and second, since he had finally made it to Fashion Week and his outfit was so outstanding, he felt he would feel like he was missing out if he didn't post it.
Thirdly, it's definitely for the sake of traffic.
Xia Mian could guess Zhao Wei's thoughts, so he didn't confront Zhao Wei, but simply asked for a solution: "Brother Wei, do you need me to clarify things on a live stream or something?"
Zhao Wei: [No need, what we want is discussion. These are minor, non-essential issues; they'll be forgotten in a couple of days.]
In today's entertainment industry, people aren't afraid of making a fool of themselves or being criticized; even negative publicity is still publicity. What they fear most is losing their popularity and slowly being forgotten in the crowd.
Xia Mian knew Zhao Wei was right, but he still felt uneasy: "I have the invitation letter, which can also serve as proof."
Xia Mian cherishes his reputation and doesn't want to see his fans suffer because of him, a sentiment Zhao Wei deeply understands. He sighed: "Do you think the haters can't guess you have an invitation? If you show it off, they might try to steer the conversation in other directions."
Because you dislike him, you have to nitpick and even fabricate things to smear him.
Zhao Wei didn't say the sentence above, because it was unpleasant, and given Xia Mian's intelligence, she would definitely understand what he meant: "Or there's another way, you could create a new account to clarify."
If you use a large account to post this, and the trolls really steer public opinion towards things like flaunting wealth, that would be terrible. Things are very strict now; several bloggers who flaunted their wealth were banned across the entire internet at the beginning of the year.
He uses a secondary account to post, as if sharing his life. With information becoming increasingly readily available, many socialites and wealthy young men are trying to get a piece of the self-media pie. Xia Mian is also considered a wealthy young man, so it's perfectly normal for him to post some updates.
This is a win-win solution. Xia Mian looked at the words on the screen and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart.
What's the point of creating a secondary account, posting, and clarifying?
He knew his status as an invitee and knew his own limitations. If I'm not mistaken, this should be his last fashion week appearance for some time.
Having lost Zhou Pingchuan's protection and the status of being "Zhou Pingchuan's spouse," he will have to make a name for himself in the world of fame and fortune if he wants to stand out again.
In addition, favorable timing, geographical advantage, and harmonious human relations are all indispensable.
He would certainly put in 100% effort, but the cruel thing is that after standing at the top for so long, he has seen countless examples of people whose fate is in their own hands.
Summer: [Fine, I'll listen to you.]
Summer: [By the way, Wei-ge, there's something else I wanted to discuss with you. This time when I came here, I noticed Yu Xingtong has a lot of opinions about me. Did I do something to offend her?]
Zhao Wei: [Yu Xingtong, her private life seems pretty messy.]
Zhao Wei: [Did you offend her at a private banquet without her knowledge?]
Xia Mian racked her brains but couldn't recall any occasion or situation in which she had any contact with Yu Xingtong.
Meanwhile, in the capital city, inside a restaurant.
The uncle and nephew sat facing each other at the table in the private room. Because they were both incredibly good-looking, every waiter who came over would take a second look at them.
"Just this one dish, nothing else?" Zhou Pingchuan asked, taking the menu.
“Yes,” Zhou Ting replied, “I had lunch late, so I’m not very hungry now.”
Zhou Pingchuan nodded slightly to show he understood, then slowly ordered his food. He was extremely patient, flipping through the menu from beginning to end, and ordered a total of twelve or thirteen dishes, more than a whole set meal!
Zhou Ting found it strange. From childhood to adulthood, he had often dined with Zhou Pingchuan. Whether in his adolescence or youth, Zhou Pingchuan's appetite was never considered good. He had never seen a satisfied expression on his third uncle's face, as if eating was merely a means to maintain his vital signs, rather than an enjoyment.
Today... my appetite seems quite good.
Zhou Ting sensed something unusual.
When all the dishes were served, things got even stranger.
In the past, every time they ate together, whether at home or out, his third uncle would ask him about his studies or work. Those few words were enough for him to feel his uncle's concern.
Now, however, Uncle San was only focused on eating. He still didn't eat much, only taking a bite from the plate in front of him, while the rest of the dishes on the table were just silent decorations.
"Third Uncle," Zhou Ting cleared his throat, "you called your nephew out because you have something to tell him, right?"
"I told your father that you're too sensitive and should try to change that. Did you enjoy the dishes you chose?"
Perhaps to accommodate him, when serving the food, Zhou Pingchuan specifically asked the waiter to place the dishes he ordered in front of him.
The topic changed so quickly that Zhou Ting had to pause to process it before replying, "It's not bad, but it's quite different from the kitchen in the old house."
Zhou Pingchuan remained noncommittal: "A-Ting, being a person is actually a lot like ordering food. Once you've made a choice, you should focus on eating your dish. Even if you find it unpalatable or dislike it, don't touch other dishes, or the consequences will be severe. Do you understand?"
What does Uncle San mean by this?
Zhou Pingchuan had never spoken to him in this tone before, and Zhou Ting didn't react for a moment.
In just those few seconds of stunned silence, Zhou Pingchuan had already lost all patience. He put down his knife and fork, grabbed a hand towel, and wiped his fingers one by one as he said, word by word, "Zhou Ting, this is the first and last time I'm warning you."
Zhou Pingchuan lifted his eyelids and looked at him through the gaps between his fingers: "Stay away from my people."
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