The Twenty-Fourth Night (2)
This method of self-mockery had been often used by other stars before. Since they said that Feng Jing was Cinderella, then just directly use Cinderella as his code name. Anyway, fans now called all kinds of code names, it was also a good time to unite.
In just one night, the post of 《Feng Jing, what a poser!》 disappeared from the trending list. But 《Code Name Cinderella》 climbed up and up, what’s more, even 《Code Name Omega》 followed on to the hot searches.
In the time she spent sleeping, the plot had run away from her. Once again, Jiang Ran admired the fans living in this modern world – they really were too effective.
However you put it, there did exist a relationship between her and Feng Jing – after all, he had patted her head. Even if she were Buddha-like 1meaning she was a calm fan, and not one of those combative ones , she ought to show some support. So, she too posted a Weibo titled 《Code Name Cinderella》 with two pictures attached- one of Feng Jing and the other Cinderella.
“Pfft!” For some reason, these two pictures put together greatly amused her. As she scrolled up the page, she found that the passersby who stood on Feng Jing’s side were actually quite a many.
Most people’s impression of Feng Jing revolved around “dedication” and “good acting”. He had once studied martial arts for a month just for a fighting scene dozens of seconds long. So how could it be possible that he wouldn’t work past midnight because he was averse to hard work? There must be other reasons for this, the official explanation was likely true.
Jiang Ran frowned slightly. Is he in poor health?
Being an actor was a high-intensity occupation, and it’s really easy to take a toll on the body. Under the post, there were many fans concerned about Feng Jing’s health. She considered for a moment and surmised that he must have a medical team to manage his health, so it should not be too serious. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have put across the ‘cannot work past midnight’ condition to the producer.
“It’s really not serious.”
Today, Feng Jing had explained to countless relatives and friends that he suffered from no terminal illness.
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- So what’s the illness that you got?
On the phone, Feng Ya’s tone was unusually serious. She knew her brother all too well. If there were another alternative to it then he wouldn’t have asked the producer at all.
Inexplicably, she suddenly remembered that thing about Feng Jing’s friend who said he had become a dog at midnight.
“—” Feng Jing was silent for a moment, and said, “Staying up late … It’s easy to go bald.”
Feng Ya: “—”
That’s really serious! After all, if he went bald, his fans wouldn’t love him anymore!
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- All right, explain it to Mom.
Sensing Feng Jing’s reluctance to divulge the reason, Feng Ya turned the problem over to the boss in their family, their mother. After hanging up the phone, Feng Jing had a heavy headache. His mother was not that easy to deceive!
But what surprised him was that even after waiting all afternoon, his mother hadn’t called to interrogate him.
… Does she not love me anymore?!
In this mood of apprehension of waiting for his mother’s call, Feng Jing spent his next days —— Three days later, he was certain that his mother wouldn’t call. 🙂
Haha, great!
Feng Jing called for Mi Xie Er and asked him to pack a piece of simple luggage, and prepared to move back to Watertown Apartments.
Mi Xie Er was very desperate inside. “Why?”
Because Jiang Ran will be back this afternoon. Feng Jing answered Mi Xie Er’s question in his heart.
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Jiang Ran’s flight was at noon, and it was past 5 p.m. when it arrived at City A. He Zhiyuan brought Er Huang along to wait for her at the airport.
Pushing her luggage cart, Jiang Ran made her way out. As soon as she stepped out of the airport gate, she saw the man and dog.
“Woof! Woof!” Seeing Jiang Ran, Er Huang struggled in He Zhiyuan’s grasp. If it wasn’t for a traction rope around its neck, he would have already flown into his mistress’s arms by now.
Jiang Ran walked by and hugged him. “Er Huang, did you miss me?”
“Woof woof woof!” Er Huang’s tail shook with joy.
Jiang Ran set him down, rubbed his head, and asked He Zhiyuan, “Did Er Huang make any trouble?”
He Zhiyuan smiled and said, “No, Er Huang was very good.”
Jiang Ran looked down at Er Huang and asked, “Were you very good?”
“Woof Woof!” Er Huang took the initiative and rubbed Jiang Ran’s hand, squinted his eyes, seeming very comfortable.
Jiang Ran smiled and said to He Zhiyuan, “Thank you, I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, is it ok?”
He Zhiyuan said, “Then I’d better obey you.”
The two went to a hot pot restaurant. It was now that Jiang Ran could understand why Zhao Ke seemed like a refugee when eating hot pot. The taste of foreign food was just too bland. She’d already decided on the plane that she must eat hot pot as the first meal after returning to City A.
Since Er Huang was with them, Jiang Ran decided to send him home before going to the hot pot restaurant.
As soon as He Zhiyuan’s car drove into Watertown Apartments, Feng Jing noticed. He stood up slightly and watched the man help Jiang Ran with her luggage.
Feng Jing had been observing He Zhiyuan for the past week. He’d never brought any woman home, this could mean he had no improper relations between men and women. He also maintained regular hours, kept the house in good order. To be honest, he was an ideal man if analyzed through the perspective of a woman. If Jiang Ran chose to be with him, it would be very normal.
But this was all based on the premise that Feng Jing didn’t appear. Now that he had gotten to know Jiang Ran through this incredulous way, he felt that they were predestined, knowingly or not.
… When did he start to believe in such things?
Feng Jing frowned slightly. He had never believed in things like destiny but he came to accept the belief of causality now. He had realized the reciprocity of cause and effect ever since he swapped souls with Er Huang.