The Thirty-Second Night (1)
Feng Jing went missing.
After Jiang Ran sent the message, she never received a reply. Although she relaxed once she reminded herself that he might just be busy, she was at the end of her wits after waiting for half an hour.
She logged on to Weibo and went on Feng Jing’s homepage. The latest update still reported that he had just arrived in Japan. Many fans asked after his safety in the comment sections but received no reply. Thus, everyone grew anxious.
After another half an hour passed, Meng Xingchuan’s Weibo directly blew up the mood of the fans.
【Meng Xingchuan V: Feng Jing’s phone’s unreachable; even his assistant and manager cannot be reached. [Covering face.jpg] Calls from his family have come to me even. What can I do? I am also in deep despair.[Covering face.jpg] Feng Jing, come back soon, I can’t bear it alone. [covering face.jpg] 】
When Meng Xingchuan’s assistant saw this Weibo post by her master idiot1basically calling Meng Xingchuan a bloody idiot while referring to him as her family since she works for him, she felt that the world would end. Master Idiot’s manager was also Feng Jing’s manager – with those two uncontactable in Japan, no one would able to rein in this idiot! After a brief delay, Meng Xingchuan’s Weibo exploded (with replies).
【Meng Meng2Meng Xingchuan’s nickname, did you receive a message from our Cinderella (Feng Jing)?】
【Can fans in Japan organize a search for him?】
【Don’t make noise in the hot comments! The typhoon in Japan is too big. How could you all look for him?! Fans, stop making trouble, and stay at home. I believe our Mr. Feng will fine!】
【A Japanese-speaking friend just called to inquire at the police station and the police replied that there is still no news about Feng Jing. No news is the best news!】
【Blessing, blessing, blessing, blessing, blessing!】
Perusing the comments from the fans, Jiang Ran grew more anxious. Even Feng Jing’s family had no news of him so something must have happened.
The topic of 《Feng Jing’s gone missing 》 quickly topped the hot searches in just half an hour. After the senior management of Tian Qin Entertainment found out, they first had people remove the hot search. Then Meng Xingchuan was called to the office for a lesson.
“Since you’ve no idea what’s actually happening, why would you randomly post on Weibo? You find that it’s not chaotic enough?” As Qin Fan was with Feng Jing in Japan, at the moment, the top boss of Tian Qin was talking to Meng Xingchuan directly.
“—” Meng Xingchuan was aggrieved. “I am also worried about Feng Jing!”
“You can worry about it in your heart, but you needn’t tell everyone through Weibo!”
Meng Xingchuan: “—”
“Boss Wu, Boss Wu! Qin Fan’s calling! “
Everyone in the office became excited. Boss Wu took the phone from the secretary and quickly asked, “What happened to you? How is it now? “
Qin Fan’s voice sounded scratchy over the phone because of the choppy network. “We are trapped in the tram. The network and signal are weak here. I finally got through the phone —”
Boss Wu listened to Qin Fan’s account for a while and asked, “How are you now?”
“It’s fine right now, it’s just that I don’t know when the tram will start running again—”
Right after those words, Qin Fan’s voice was cut off again, but since they did not hear anything unexpected, Boss Wu was relieved.
When Meng Xingchuan saw him hang up, he quickly asked, “What happened? Are they all right? “
“They are fine, just stuck in the tram and may not be able to come out for a while.” Boss Wu put down the phone and said to the secretary, “Have the public relations team immediately post a Weibo saying that they are okay. If this continues, the fans will soon hold a memorial service for them on Weibo.”
“Understood, I’ll do it right away.”
After the secretary left, President Wu glanced at Meng Xingchuan again. “Speak with Feng Jing’s family and tell them not to worry.”
“Okay, I’ll go right away.”
“Write an 800-character self-critique after you report that they are safe.”
Meng Xingchuan: “—”
Seriously… To want their artists to write self-critiques in this day and age, did the company’s senior management once aspire to be headteachers when they grew up?3Chinese headteachers often have students write self-reflection essays as punishment.
Tian Qin’s official statement was rapidly shared by netizens, and Jiang Ran saw it almost immediately. Only now did she realize that her back was dripping with cold sweat, soaking through her clothes. After a shower and changing into cleaner clothes, she went back to the sofa and Weibo, worried about missing any news on Feng Jing.
Er Huang jumped on the sofa, put his head on her lap, and yawned.
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The tram service that had been disrupted for a good six hours finally resumed. As soon as Feng Jing came out of the station, he was bombarded with countless message prompts. First, he called his family and then checked a dozen messages sent to him from Jiang Ran.
【Jiang Ran: There is a typhoon in Japan. Are you all right?? 】
【Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, are you there?】
【Jiang Ran: Are you OK?】
【Jiang Ran: Mr. Feng, Weibo has exploded. Log on and check the messages.】
【Jiang Ran: Feng Jing, don’t scare me … 】
After Feng Jing finished reading over a dozen messages one by one, he wished to call her right then and there, but Qin Fan and Mi Xie Er were both in the car with him, so it was inconvenient to talk to her.
After returning to the hotel, they all went back to their rooms. Feng Jing directly dialed Jiang Ran’s phone using WeChat.
Jiang Ran’s mind blanked out at the sudden WeChat phone call. After clearly seeing who the caller was, she quickly answered, “Mr. Feng, is that you?”
- “It’s me.”
When she heard Feng Jing’s voice, Jiang Ran’s heart instantly relaxed, her nose turned a little sore. She calmed down and said to Feng Jing on the other side of the phone, “I saw the message on Weibo saying that you were trapped in a tram.”
- “Yes.”
Feng Jing took off his wet jacket and rubbed his damp hair.
- “Today I intended to have a set of pictures taken on a tram, but I didn’t expect the typhoon. The tram stopped running and we could not get out, so we just waited.”
“How about now? Are you out yet? “
- “Yes, I just arrived at the hotel. Prior to that, the signal was poor, so I’m calling you back now. Sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” as she said this, Jiang Ran sucked the corners of her dry mouth lightly, and then went on, “you’re fine, that’s the best news.”
Feng Jing suddenly felt his heart ache, he didn’t dare think about how she had felt when she sent him over a dozen messages. If it were him, he would have gone crazy.
- “I’m fine. Sorry, I made you worry.