Chapter 125: Are You Imposing Cold Violence against Me? (1)

“You…you are the so-called paparazzi in TV?” He looked up and down at the journalists queerly.

“No, no, no, we are not.” They waved their hands to refuse this title and pointed at the logo on their microphones, “We are journalists from Haicheng TV.”

“That’s more or less the same.” The villager waved for a while, then suspended, and mysteriously leaned close to them, “You must be here to inquire about Qinghuan, right? Would you like to know any trifle about him?”

Seeing those journalists nodding their heads so hard, the villager pointed at a small shop and said, “Over there is his favorite calico cat. Would you like to take a photo?”

Those journalists, “…”

What was wrong with this village? Why did each villager act like a drama queen? Who would want to take a picture of a calico cat?!”

At the same time, the real-time bullet comments on the video were brimmed with laughter.

[Hahahahaha, the calico cat! Qinghuan’s secret has been suddenly revealed!]

[ Astonished! The top famous male celebrity sneaked into a small shop only to…]

[ Lol! I’m almost laughing to death! This plot is so well-paced and full of ups and downs! Excellent! ]

…

Since this incident was extremely hot, the live streaming was quickly recorded and sent out on the Internet. For a moment, all the netizens were laughing through the real-time bullet comments, except for Wang Chengcheng’s fans. They were boosting how charm their “goddess” was before the video came out, the next second they were quickly slapped in the face by the truth.

If they would have kept a low profile at that moment, all these would end with time, but unfortunately, the fans were too agitated. They not only refused to admit that their “goddess” took advantage of Yu Qinghuan to deliberately hype herself, but also remarked these villagers as bribed by Yu Qinghuan. Such ridiculous comments came out continuously, and eventually triggered the anger of the mass.

[It’s true that the fans act the same with their idol. Her fans are the meanest I’ve ever seen! Poor Yu Qinghuan, he just joined a reality show and winded up in such a mess!]

[OMG! That’s so disgusting. I thought Wang Cheng is a total troublesome clown, but her fans’ words are so disgusting. I would like to be her anti-fan for rest of my life.]

[Don’t worry, Wang Chengcheng’s fans, I have listed all the male celebrities your “goddess” had took advantage of! Gee, let me see how you explain about these.]

[I’ve never met such despicable female celebrity. I won’t be her fan forever. Poor Yu Qinghuan.]

…

Now, Wang Chengcheng had actually become the target for all the people on the Internet.

Her previous set-image collapsed thoroughly, and she lost several millions of followers on Weibo within few hours.

But what happened on the Internet did not reach Yu Qinghuan and the people journeyed with him on the plane. They arrived at the airport on time at 6pm.

They had prepared for the journalists waiting at the airport since they didn’t cover their itinerary, but when they came out of the passage, the huge amounts of journalists still shocked them.

Wasn’t it too extravagant?

“What the hell? What’s going on?” Zhao Qingyuan whispered by Yu Qinghuan’s ear in astonishment, “Why didn’t I know I have become so popular?”

“Hope it’s not something bad happening.” Yu Qinghuan frowned. When he was about to take out his phone to find out the reason, they were already surrounded by the journalists.

“Chengcheng, did Qinghuan really knock on your door at night?”

“Chengcheng, did you hear the knocking?”

“Qingyuan, what is your opinion on this?”

…

Questions of this kind successively bombed Zhao Qingyuan and Yu Qinghuan, and they were totally bewildered. They looked at each other, both of whom were like a deer caught in the headlights.

What door knocking? What on earth are these journalists talking about?”

Just when Yu Qinghuan wanted to ask about it, Wang Chengcheng’s countenance changed. “Knocking on my door? I think I did hear the sound the night before. But I don’t think it should be Qinghuan. Why should he knock at my door?” said Wang Chengcheng.

She paused for a while, then laid her eyes on Yu Qinghuan, “Am I right? Qinghuan?”

To her surprise, the journalists didn’t follow her indication and continue to interview Yu Qinghuan, a weird silence surrounded them.

The villagers all said that Yu Qinghuan had slept in the small shop that night and never left. Thus, it must be a pure fabrication that he went out to knock on Wang Chengcheng’s door.

What they intended to ask was why she lied, but due to time limit and the numerous rivals, they had to shorten the question. Inadvertently, they happened to disguise the truth that was already known to all before Wang Chengcheng.

So this left Wang Chengcheng the delusion that everything was still under her control. And she even tried to splash the dirty water on Yu Qinghuan under the condition that the whole thing had already been clarified.

The journalists were not foolish, they understood this scheme immediately: there was no secret crush, no failed confession of love, no heart-broken drunk or door-knocking at night. All these were sheer lies fabricated by Wang Chengcheng to hype herself!