Three days later, on the night when "Cool Night" was wrapping up, an entry with #文青丁 XuQinian# quickly shot up to the top.
Qingdai held her mobile phone and looked at it one by one.
The person who broke the news claimed to have evidence, saying that Xu Qinian married young and Wen Qingdai became the mistress, and that "Cool Night" was just a bad commercial film for the two to have an affair.
The first few pictures are Xu Qinian's early wedding photos, and the latter pictures show the two of them flirting with each other on the set, seemingly intimate. The pictures are real, but Pei Ke is cut off at a tricky angle.
The most convincing picture in the paparazzi's mouth was the night before the filming, in the underground garage of Xu Qinian's house, with half of his face exposed, Xu Qinian put his arms around a woman with a similar figure to Qingdai.
"A generation of child stars became mistresses, and their filters were broken."
"The pink turned black. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."
"I asked why Wen Qingdai supported "Cool Night". It turned out to be to help her man make money."
"The young couple are quite shameless. If "Cool Night" dares to be released online, I will give it a low score."
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The whole screen is scrolling down, and if any sensible fans stand up and speak, they will immediately be scolded hundreds of times, and then nothing will happen.
Qingdai lay back on the sofa and scrolled through the comments. She laughed out loud when she saw the marketing account numbered in a stylish way, as if she was hiding under her and Xu Qinian's bed and heard about the romantic affair.
There was a soft knock at the door. Manager Dong Qi walked away and poked the screen angrily, "Qing Dai! The PR team is in place. When do you plan to make a statement? Sue all these nonsense people!"
While Dongqi walked from the entrance to the living room, Qingdai sat upright with her feet up, and immediately changed her expression to a calm expression, "Why do I have to explain something I haven't done?"
"Qingdai, you..." Dong Qi frowned.
Qing Dai slid her finger across the screen and said, "Dong Qi, in fact, they don't care about the truth at all."
"I lied and said that I have no relationship with the director. Will they believe it? This matter cannot be self-proven."
Dongqi understood Qingdai's temperament, so she sat down, pressed her brows, and said, "Qingdai, if you remain silent, they will think you are acquiescing. If you say it, some people are willing to believe it, isn't it enough?"
Qingdai was stunned by Dongqi's gentle persuasion.
Someone... wants to believe it.
She turned off her phone and stood up suddenly, "It's all up to the company's arrangements. I still have things to deal with."
Dong Qi didn't stop her, but was held back by the company's continuous calls. She could only shout behind her, "Don't run around! Cover your face!"
In a high-end apartment, Pei Ke, who hadn't slept much for three days, was sitting on the cold wooden floor. A mobile phone with a broken screen lay quietly beside his hanging fingers.
Entertainment news about the relationship between Qing Dai and Xu Qinian was played repeatedly on TV.
The senior cadre on the phone was still reporting, "Currently, Director Xu has not denied it. Miss Wen has not yet spoken out."
"It's difficult to check Director Xu's early experience, but it can be confirmed that he has never been married."
"Only this family of paparazzi took photos of them that night, and no matter how much money he paid, he insisted that the woman he saw... was Miss Wen."
The wine bottles lying around him were bottomed out, and Pei Ke's shirt was wrinkled. He sneered, "Okay, I get it."
No explanation, no denial.
good. very good.
The other side hesitated for a moment, "The current rumors on the Internet are very unfriendly to Miss Wen..."
Pei Ke pinched his eyebrows hard and said, "Deal with it."
A wine bottle rolled to his feet. Pei Ke stood up impatiently and turned off the three-dimensional TV that was playing news in a loop. "She is a good actor."
The moment Qingdai's face disappeared from the big screen, Pei Ke cursed himself secretly and added, "At least she still has commercial value, right?"
The other end of the phone: "..."
The senior official didn't dare to answer, so he just said silently, "Miss Wen asked me for your address twenty minutes ago."
"..." There was another crack on the phone, and Pei Ke said in a cold tone, "Have you told her?"
Before the senior officer could answer, the doorbell rang.
Pei Ke felt a vein in his forehead and pressed the phone.
The bright red scarf covered most of Qingdai's face. She weighed her feet anxiously and pressed down her white peaked cap from time to time.
After waiting for a few minutes, Qingdai raised her head, her dark eyes looking through the brim of her hat, "Pei Ke, I have something to say."
Still very quiet.
Qingdai pursed her lips and felt a little aggrieved and wanted to cry. But she tried to raise her head and said in a brisk tone, "Just five minutes."
The door finally opened from the inside.
Pei Ke's shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, and the tail of his hair stuck to the back of his neck was raised. There were obvious red bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He looked embarrassed, but his words were very rude, "What? You're in love and you want to come to me to flirt with me?" Do you want to tell me this?"
He leaned against the door, his tall figure cast a large shadow, "Then I'm honored."
Qingdai took off her peaked cap, and the eagerness in her eyes gradually cooled down. After a moment of silence, she asked, "You don't believe me?"
She squeezed her hat and said, "Xu Qinian and I have nothing to do with each other."
Qingdai asked again, "You don't believe me?"
The pure and touching facial features are cold, and there is obvious injury under the ice, and the crystal in the eyes is about to fall.
Pei Ke suddenly panicked. He licked his lips and stood up slightly, "No, I just..."
Qingdai called Maozi: Take a look. I'm going to start the show.
Maozi brought a small bench and sat down.
Qingdai threw her hat on Pei Ke in anger, "I shouldn't have come to you. You don't believe me at all."
"I misjudged you. You are actually no different from others!"
The hard brim of the hat hit Pei Ke's chin. He first subconsciously caught the hat, and then was stunned for a moment.
Did you see him wrong?
Is he no different from others?
The peaked cap was almost deformed in Pei Ke's hands.
Three days. He has been like a joke these past three days.
A complete joke.
Young Master Pei's arrogant temper emerged, and he even started to laugh, with a coldness on his lips, "Are you questioning me?"
Every second of the 72 hours, he was thinking about his future with Qingdai.
But it turns out that in Qingdai's eyes, he is no different from others.
"Wen Qingdai, you are really not worth it."
Qingdai looked up, and the pain in Pei Ke's eyes could hardly be suppressed, but he still pulled the corners of his mouth coldly.
The world-weariness value is 50, 59, 65, 73, and stops at 81.
Mao Zi: ...You can do it. You actually forced Pei Ke to say the original lines...
Qingdai blinked: hold still, don't panic.
Qingdai expected Pei Ke to say more, but after he said that, he shut up and refused to speak again.
The two were silent. Qingdai turned to leave, but Pei Ke reached out and grabbed one end of the red scarf. The man said in a hoarse voice, "You keep it."
Qingdai looked up from her broad red scarf.
Pei Ke tied two buttons, pushed the person into the room, and stepped out of the door. His tone was sarcastic, "You are the top star. Before the contract expires, help me save some public relations fees."
With two beeps, the electronic lock closed tightly.
Qingdai turned her head, and a little white face with red eyes was reflected in the mirror next to the entrance.
Maozi cracked melon seeds: Did he misunderstand you?
Qingdai untied her scarf: Pei Ke is not a fool. He was just angry for a moment, and he would probably wake up and understand what this rumor was about when he went out and the cold wind blew.
Maozi: What about him?
Qingdai: Little thing, don’t you understand? Instead of coaxing him, I came to anger him, and he was about to explode.
Maozi is watching the show: It’s over~someone is chasing his wife~
