A beautiful summer night

The number of fans continues to rise.

Xie Qiyan frequently checked Weibo, and fell into a brief silence when he saw the number of new followers increasing by thousands.

Ten minutes ago, the number of records was 17,000; ten minutes later, it was 18,000.

Clicking in again, it showed 21,000.

Xie Qiyan: "..."

I felt a sense of social annihilation, as if my diary had been read by more than 20,000 people.

But seeing those tens of thousands of praising comments made it impossible to suppress the smile on my face.

Yu Fei awkwardly looked away, and during the break in the tea room, he pulled Huo Yang aside and gossiped, "Do you think President Xie has become addicted to the internet?"

Huo Yang rolled his eyes.

Yu Fei clicked his tongue, his expression serious: "I'm serious, President Xie keeps checking Weibo comments every now and then. I don't know what he's so addicted to."

Huo Yang glanced at him: "Assistant Yu, don't forget you're an assistant, not an old nanny."

The implication is that you should mind your own business.

Yu Fei scoffed: "People who don't like gossip must be very boring, just like you, Secretary Huo."

Huo Yang: "..."

"Did you notice that President Xie has something extra in his hand today?" Yu Fei raised an eyebrow slightly.

Huo Yang looked down at his phone, and without even blinking, he said, "A ring."

"You actually knew that?" Yu Fei was surprised.

Huo Yang looked up: "I have eyes."

After saying that, he handed the phone to Yu Fei.

"What are you doing..." Before he could finish speaking, his pupils contracted when his gaze fell on the title of the short video.

Mu Xia's Love Diary: Love Stories of Emotional Blogger Teacher Mu Xia

The video content is a screenshot of the homepage of a blogger named Mu Xia, which has received hundreds of thousands of likes.

Yu Fei only looked at the Weibo screenshot in Figure 1, and suddenly the image of Xie Qiyan sitting in the office scrolling through his phone popped into his mind.

Mucha...

Maruko-chan...

The video ends with a series of original images.

Couple toothbrushes in front of the sink.

Couple mugs on the coffee table.

There is also a picture of the protagonist eating dumplings at a dining table, with the familiar Lanting Villa in the background.

That's Mr. Xie's home.

So, this Mu Xia and Wanzi...

Isn't Mu Xia Mu's love for Xia Wanzhi?

Isn't Maruko-chan just Xia Wanzhi?

Yu Fei and Huo Yang exchanged a surprised glance.

"Don't tell me this...this...this is true?"

Huo Yang received the gaze, nodded slightly, and then chuckled: "I'm not gossipy, I surf the internet at 8G speed, you have to believe my internet speed, it can't be fake."

Yu Fei: "..."

He has no time to argue about winning or losing; his mind is completely occupied with his boss Xie's outrageous actions.

What kind of persona is this?

The domineering CEO suddenly becomes a doting husband?

Meanwhile, Xie Jiaofu, who was still sitting in his office watching his follower growth, was unaware that his identity had been exposed.

In the studio on the top floor of Xingyao Mall, Xia Wanzhi was receiving a client. She slowly poured tea for him, smiling slightly, and said, "Describe your dream. I need to make a record."

The new client was none other than the familiar Jiang Yourong.

Jiang Baichuan's younger sister.

Xia Wanzhi was serious because Jiang Yourong had come to her to draw dreams.

Having witnessed her serious attitude towards work, Jiang Yourong temporarily suppressed her gossipy thoughts, pursed her lips, and said, "I dreamt that my brother got married and had two children in three years."

"Cough..." No matter how serious Xia Wanzhi was about her work, she couldn't help but feel a bit flustered when she heard this.

Seeing Xia Wanzhi smile, Jiang Yourong smiled too: "I'm serious, just draw it as I say. I'll send you a family photo later, and you can draw it accordingly. Remember to draw my future sister-in-law in it too, and add two little babies. After you finish drawing it, I want to frame it in my grandfather's study for good luck."

Xia Wanzhi was both amused and exasperated: "Will Jiang Baichuan come after you if he finds out?"

Jiang Yourong glared at him: "He wouldn't dare! If he asks, just say it's a dream I had. Dreams, whether real or not, are just for remembrance. Besides, you drew it, so he wouldn't dare have any objections. What a wonderful dream! He'd bet he'd love for it to come true."

Xia Wanzhi was amused and, after laughing for a while, cleared her throat and said, "Okay, I got it. I'll tell you when I'm done drawing."

After finishing the business, Jiang Yourong moved directly from the opposite side to sit next to Xia Wanzhi, staring at Xia Wanzhi with a mischievous smile.

Xia Wanzhi was confused and felt uncomfortable being stared at.

After a long while, Jiang Yourong finally called out in a drawn-out tone, "Little Maruko?"

Xia Wanzhi was slightly taken aback, and a sense of unease inexplicably arose: "Sister Rongrong, is there something you need help with?"

Jiang Yourong raised an eyebrow, smiled, and shook her head: "I just wanted to call your name."

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

Jiang Yourong's gaze towards her was clearly off.

There's a ghost, there must be a ghost.

"You proposed to President Xie?" Jiang Yourong pointed slyly at the plain ring on Xia Wanzhi's ring finger.

Xie Qiyan's diamond ring was too dazzling and not suitable for everyday wear, so Xia Wanzhi discussed with him early this morning about wearing plain rings together.

Stroking the ring, Xia Wanzhi's cheeks flushed slightly, then she immediately realized, "Who told you I proposed to Xie Qiyan?"

This happened last night.

Even if Xie Qiyan goes out to show off, he won't show off to Jiang Yourong first.

Jiang Yourong chuckled: "Your CEO Xie posted three Weibo posts around 2 a.m. last night, bragging to the whole internet that you gave him a ring. I wasn't sure if it was a proposal, but when I saw that you also had a ring, I guessed it."

"The only thing that could make President Xie show off like a peacock in the middle of the night is something you did to him," Jiang Yourong said with a maternal smile.

Xia Wanzhi didn't quite understand.

The amount of information is a bit overwhelming.

"Wait a minute... what did you just say? Xie Qiyan posted on Weibo?"

She knew that Xie Qiyan used Weibo to record his life.

After all, this was equivalent to writing a diary, and Xie Qiyan had set a password, so he definitely didn't want anyone to know. Therefore, Xia Wanzhi didn't want to see it at the time.

But why would Jiang Yourong know about this?

Not only did I know about it, but I had also read Xie Qiyan's Weibo posts.

Xia Wanzhi frowned.

Is Xie Qiyan's Weibo account publicly visible?

"Weibo? You don't know that?" Jiang Yourong's eyes widened, her face filled with excitement. "Wow! You don't know that?"

Xia Wanzhi: "..."

"Oh my god, Xie Qiyan is amazing! You two are just too much... I'm dying of excitement!" Jiang Yourong looked like she had just fallen in love, excitedly grabbing Xia Wanzhi's arm, her voice firm, "Treat your little husband well, he truly loves you."

Xia Wanzhi was oblivious to the situation. Seeing Jiang Yourong like this, she tensed up a bit: "What's his Weibo name? I'll go check it out."

Jiang Yourong sat up straight and, while chattering away, pushed Xie Qiyan's Weibo account to her: "You two got together at the end of September, right? Since then, your CEO Xie has been frequently recording your daily love life."

"I guess even God is swooning over this sweet moment. Your guy has amassed a huge following of dedicated fans. Many people have spent money promoting Xie Qiyan's Weibo account. Not only that, but many loyal fans have also screenshotted his Weibo posts and shared videos on various social media platforms, and then..."

Jiang Yourong winked and smiled: "Then the video went viral! When I logged in and saw the Weibo content, I was shocked. It was about Mu Xia and Wanzi. Isn't that President Xie himself?!"

Xia Wanzhi's trembling fingers had just clicked into Mu Xia's blog homepage, and before she could even read the Weibo content, a follow notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

With a slip of her hand, Xia Wanzhi clicked "follow".

Xia Wanzhi felt a slight tightness in her chest.

Staring intently at the screen.

Mucha.

She has 30,000 followers, and her profile picture is an orange cat.

The orange cat is Xia Changsheng.

Without even looking at the Weibo post, Xia Wanzhi was 100% certain that this blogger named Mu Xia was the person she had proposed to last night.

Xie Qiyan.

Jiang Yourong coughed lightly, suppressing her laughter: "I just like to ship couples when I'm bored. Don't blame me for being presumptuous, but I've just bumped into someone I know, so I'm a little excited."

Xia Wanzhi was still processing what had happened, her heart pounding wildly. After a while, she finally came to her senses and said, half-laughing and half-crying, "It's not your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know who he is..."

Xia Wanzhi didn't know how to describe her feelings at that moment.

Not only does the 8G surfer have good internet speed, but they also have a sharp mind. Guessing Xia Wanzhi's current mood, Jiang Yourong packed up and prepared to leave: "Then let's leave it at that. I'll go first. My order isn't urgent. I can draw it when I have time. Your boyfriend is more important."

Xia Wanzhi's heart pounded. She lowered her eyes and scrolled through Mu Xia's Weibo posts from top to bottom on her phone.

At the same time, inside Xie's CEO office, Xie Qiyan, who happened to open his fan list, froze the moment he saw a familiar name and avatar among the new fans.

Xia Wanzhi followed him.

I clicked and followed.