"Tian Liang Hao Ge Qiu's" actions directly propelled the entire matter to its climax.
The entire internet exploded!
Initially, they thought exposing Xia Yiran's true face was the biggest scandal. Who would have thought that with the year almost over, such a concluding bombshell would be dropped!
After a year of heated debate, from the fake heiress to the current situation, it turned out neither of them was real!
What sin had the Xia family committed?
For the battle-hardened fans of Liang, this was clearly a golden opportunity to make a comeback. But to everyone's surprise, the fans fell into collective silence.
It was their vice-captain, "Sui Sui Nian Shao Nv Zhi Shi," who finally posted a Weibo, serving as their response.
"Do not rejoice in external gains, nor grieve in personal losses. Only by letting go of self-attachment can one attain true freedom."
In short, Liang's fans always operated by the principle: if others offend me, I will strike back to death!
But that absolutely did not include kicking someone when they were down.
Xia Yiran had her own wickedness, but her and Xia Weiliang's positions in this whole affair were not the same. The wrongdoers were those adults. Why, then, when "seeing his tower collapse," should they crowd around and deliver a few more crushing blows?
Inside the apartment, Nuomi shifted her gaze from the computer screen, looking at the beautiful girl in the living room who was earnestly teaching Xiao Jinzi how to make oil-paper umbrellas.
"Wei Liang Jie, I've already notified the fan club. Everyone knows what to do now."
"Mm."
Xia Weiliang, having been making umbrellas for a while, stretched and stood up. "This matter ends here. Inform Huan Jie, and let her handle all the reporter interviews. I need to recover my energy during this time."
The door opened, and Song Yuan entered.
Upon seeing him, both of them couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
Nuomi exclaimed, "Yuan Ge, don't move!"
Without another word, she picked up her phone and took a photo with a "click." "Your image is truly transformative! So handsome!"
A commemorative photo was a must.
Song Yuan walked in with a blank expression. First, he dropped the two chickens he was carrying into the kitchen, letting them flutter around inside. Then, he placed the piece of cured meat tucked under his arm on the island counter. Finally, he removed the two strings of handmade sausages hanging around his neck.
Xia Weiliang came over, marveling, "Did you go into the mountains?"
"I just wanted to go for a run, but after one lap, all these things were stuffed onto me." Recalling something, he took out a slip of paper from his pocket. "This is from Guo Da Ma for you."
Guo Da Ma was considered the de facto leader of the Shangcheng apartment complex. All major and minor matters in the area fell under her purview, from supervising property management to the daily lives of residents. There was nothing Guo Da Ma couldn't see, and nothing she couldn't manage.
Yet, this busybody old lady was unanimously approved by the residents.
Below, a phrase that served her perfectly was: "If you have something, find Guo Da Ma."
Xia Weiliang unfolded the note. It contained only one sentence: "Liang, if you have troubles, come chat with your Guo Da Ma!"
Below it was Guo Da Ma's personal WeChat account...
Xia Weiliang felt both touched and amused.
"In the eyes of the public, do I seem particularly pitiful?"
Song Yuan retorted, "Do you feel pitiful?"
Xia Weiliang thought seriously for a moment and shook her head. "On the contrary, I feel quite wealthy!"
She had a career, friends, love, and most importantly, she had beauty!!
"That's the point," Song Yuan said, no longer paying attention to her as he went into the bathroom to shower.
No matter how she smelled it, he seemed to carry the scent of chicken droppings.
Just then, Xia Weiliang's phone rang.
This was her private number, known only to a few close friends in the industry.
She had already received greetings from Cheng Ge, Hua Jie, Chu Qiao, Rui Rui, Situ, and other lovely friends, both big and small. Even Su Yuxi had called.
Unexpectedly, the person calling at this moment was Xi En.
After picking up the phone, there was a two-second silence from the other end before he spoke, "Is everything that's been exposed on Weibo true?"
"...It's not, En Ge. I'm a bit confused now. Is the purpose of your call to console me? Or do you want to scold me on behalf of Xia Yiran to vent your anger?"
Without waiting for his reply, she stated directly, "No need for consolation. I've already weathered the storm. The one who should be consoled now is Xia Yiran. If you want to vent your anger, please tap the red phone icon on your screen. If that's still not enough, I suggest you just delete my number."
She knew Xi En had ties with Xia Yiran. What else could she expect him to do by calling now, perhaps to give her a "good person" award?
Xi En, having been cut off by her barrage of words, fell into silence again.
Xia Weiliang glanced at her phone, confirming it hadn't died, and then tentatively asked, "How about... I give you 30 seconds? No more, though! I have my limits and my temper too!"
"Weiliang, I've carefully read the relevant news."
Xia Weiliang blinked in confusion on her end. "Uh... and then? Did you still decide to scold me?"
Xi En felt she was judging him too harshly and was slightly displeased. "In your eyes, am I just a hothead?"
"No, no, no, En Ge, you've misunderstood me! Not a hothead, but certainly blind as a bat."
"..."
Being directly retorted to so mercilessly, she was the first person he'd ever encountered who did this.
There was a pause from the earpiece, followed by a soft laugh.
It was unclear if he was laughing at her, or at himself.
Then, he lowered his voice and murmured, "I don't even know why I made this call. Perhaps, I wanted to prove that I do have eyes and can see."
"?"
This esteemed Film Emperor was quite peculiar.
Xia Weiliang decided to remain still and observe the changing situation!
But who knew that after a simple "Sorry to have bothered you," he simply hung up.
"Hey!"
She glared at her phone, exasperated, "Is this person sick or what?!"
Didn't he consider the sensitive and delicate feelings of the person involved?
Soon, her phone rang again.
Xia Weiliang quickly answered, "Know you were rude just now..."
"...It's me."
A deep, lazy, familiar voice sounded out.
Without exaggeration, Xia Weiliang's eyes lit up with a "whoosh."
"Teacher Xiao!"
Her voice automatically rose several decibels.
Little Nuomi, sitting in the living room, involuntarily winced and turned to see Xiao Jinzi covering her mouth and giggling. She quickly went over and covered Xiao Jinzi's ears, "Children shouldn't listen to this. Listening too much can make you sick from sweetness."
Xia Weiliang hugged her phone and walked into the kitchen, sitting on a small stool, face-to-face with the chickens whose legs were tied.
"Did you see Weibo?"
"Mm."
Compared to this matter, Xiao Yi clearly cared more about something else.
"Who were you talking to just now?"
"Ah?" Xia Weiliang only then realized. "En Ge."
"Xi En ah~"
His "ah" was particularly nuanced.
A hint of realization, a touch of melancholy, and most of all, a surge of...
"Yes, yes..."
Xia Weiliang keenly sensed something and cautiously said, "Actually, En Ge just called to confirm the truth of the matter. I think, perhaps, he regrets it a little, regrets not treating the kind me that way."