The Rebirth of a Top Star

These words made Song Shiyuan blush once again. Shen Nanqiao had noticed yesterday that Song Shiyuan was really easy to blush. Such a big president, but offline he was a pure and innocent male lead.

It's fun.

Shen Nanqiao reached out and took the spoon from Song Shiyuan, then lowered her head to savor Song Shiyuan's cooking. This was the second time today that Shen Nanqiao had given Song Shiyuan a thumbs up.

"It's so delicious!" Shen Nanqiao gave a thumbs up as she swallowed the porridge that was still in her mouth.

He swallowed the words. Song Shiyuan was now unsure whether Shen Nanqiao's words were an act or a genuine compliment, but seeing the smile on Shen Nanqiao's face, Song Shiyuan smiled along.

Interesting.

Before Shen Nanqiao could even stand up after finishing her meal, Song Shiyuan had already taken away her plate. "Sit down," Song Shiyuan said.

Shen Nanqiao didn't stand on ceremony and followed Song Shiyuan to the kitchen. Watching Song Shiyuan clean up the mess, Shen Nanqiao realized that even men could have a different kind of charm when washing dishes.

Seeing that Song Shiyuan was still wearing her old, cramped apron, Shen Nanqiao spoke up from behind Song Shiyuan: "I'll pick out a more suitable one for you in a few days."

At first, Song Shiyuan didn't understand what Shen Nanqiao meant by "fitting well." But when he looked at Shen Nanqiao while holding the bowl, he realized that Shen Nanqiao's gaze was fixed on his apron.

Shen Nanqiao already knew that Song Shiyuan had a great physique. For some reason, even through Song Shiyuan's shirt, Shen Nanqiao could still perceive a restrained beauty in his slightly tight-fitting clothes.

Shen Nanqiao was increasingly shocked by the thoughts in her mind. Before, she could only say that her feelings for Song Shiyuan were simply a matter of physical attraction. Now, it had actually escalated to the point of imagining him face to face?

Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but shake her head, throwing away all her chaotic thoughts.

Song Shiyuan didn't understand a thing about Shen Nanqiao's series of actions while she remained silent.

After shaking her head, Shen Nanqiao laughed at Song Shiyuan, leaving Song Shiyuan to tidy up alone while she went back to her room to change. When Song Shiyuan came out, Shen Nanqiao was already dressed, wearing a simple outfit and the mask she always wore.

Song Shiyuan stood frozen at the kitchen doorway: "You have work to do?" Song Shiyuan didn't know that Shen Nanqiao had work to do today. Furthermore, Song Shiyuan remembered that he had told Jing Tanqing today not to assign any work to Shen Nanqiao.

She didn't know what was going on. Shen Nanqiao stopped in her tracks at the door. Not knowing how to explain, she simply said, "I guess I have some work to do, but I'll be back in a bit."

Shen Nanqiao drove out today. A couple of days ago, Shen Nanqiao specially arranged for Xiaoju to stay, and the car was delivered to Shen Nanqiao.

That's why Shen Nanqiao's trip was so convenient today. She didn't need navigation; she went to the nearest supermarket and headed straight for the residential section.

Shen Nanqiao's goal was very clear, and she also brought home some snacks that didn't look like they would make people fat.

Before leaving, Shen Nanqiao told Song Shiyuan, "Feel free to wander around the house." After all, Shen Nanqiao treated the landlord with some special consideration, so he knocked on the door before opening it to let Shen Nan in.

After entering the house, Shen Nanqiao did not see Song Shiyuan. She first placed the things she bought from the supermarket on the entryway cabinet, and then brought back the slippers she had bought.

It was a pair of men's slippers. Shen Nanqiao didn't even ask Song Shiyuan what size he could wear, and simply bought a size too big.

After checking again and finding no one there, Shen Nanqiao stuffed her slippers back into the shoe cabinet and carried the rest of her belongings into the living room.

However, Shen Nanqiao was holding a package that looked like clothing when Song Shiyuan came out of the restroom. Shen Nanqiao bumped into him directly, and both of them felt a little embarrassed for no apparent reason.

Song Shiyuan looked at Shen Nanqiao, who was carrying things, and said, "So your job is going out to buy things?" Shen Nanqiao first said "Oh," and then said, "Yes, guests are guests."

Shen Nanqiao was holding the cooking apron that she had actually bought specifically for Song Shiyuan, but now that she saw him in person, she felt awkward. Holding the apron, she said, "I'll go put these in the refrigerator."

It had a bit of a sense of fleeing in panic.

Shen Nanqiao first placed the apron in her hand on the refrigerator. It was actually a purple apron with a cartoon logo. There were so many "ordinary" styles to choose from, but she chose this one that looked the strangest.

I don't know why, but purple really looks very charming.

Song Shiyuan didn't come in. Shen Nanqiao stayed in the kitchen the whole time, actually regretting it, because she didn't know why she suddenly ran out to buy these things.

Song Shiyuan only came here today, which doesn't mean he will come in the future. Shen Nanqiao only now realized that her actions were somewhat unnecessary.

When Shen Nanqiao composed herself and went outside, she saw the domineering CEO, Song Shiyuan, sitting obediently on the sofa, without saying a word.

Shen Nanqiao sat down next to him, unsure of what to say. After thinking for a while, she said, "I just bought some snacks, do you want some?"

Song Shiyuan politely declined with a smile. At this moment, the two seemed to have suddenly run out of things to say. Shen Nanqiao was already awkwardly about to pick up her phone to continue scrolling through her short essays when she suddenly saw a push notification on her Weibo.

Is SY CEO Song Shiyuan's liking of a fanfiction about himself and Shen Nanqiao a tacit public announcement?

Shen Nanqiao was startled. She didn't even have the intention of finding a topic to entertain Song Shiyuan. She immediately turned on her phone. Her phone had never responded so quickly before.

When Shen Nanqiao clicked in, she immediately saw the screenshot from the marketing account. It wasn't that the marketing account had a good grasp of timing; it was just that when Shen Nanqiao clicked into Song Shiyuan's homepage, his Weibo page contained nothing but some posts from the company marketing him about company decisions and news.

Shen Nanqiao is already a seasoned Weibo user. She quickly and efficiently found the source of the "rumor" and finally confirmed that it was not a rumor because Song Shiyuan's page was still up.

Thankfully it was just a like, not a comment.

Shen Nanqiao checked the time again and realized that it was exactly the time when she fell asleep in Song Shiyuan's arms. It turned out that Song Shiyuan had seen the article she was reading.

Shen Nanqiao just found it interesting to pass the time, but now that she's playing it like Song Shiyuan, can it still be fun?

Shen Nanqiao checked her phone but didn't find any messages from Xiaoju or Du Junyi. It seemed they were planning to ignore it.

Since no one else was going to take care of it, Shen Nanqiao looked at the culprit sitting next to her and asked, "What do you mean by this?" Shen Nanqiao held up her phone, the large screen brightened to its maximum, giving Song Shiyuan plenty of time to see.

Whether Song Shiyuan was feigning ignorance or something else, he first pretended to look at it for a while, and then said, "I just clicked in to take a look because I thought it looked interesting."

"You can look at it, but why did you like it?" Shen Nanqiao really didn't understand. As a semi-public figure, didn't Song Shiyuan know that he should use a secondary account to operate online?

Shen Nanqiao was quite direct in her criticism, saying that even her boss couldn't tolerate such behavior that hindered her path to stardom.

Song Shiyuan looked completely innocent: "What kind of rule is this? I don't know anything about it."

The more Shen Nanqiao stared at Song Shiyuan's face, the more certain she became that Song Shiyuan was doing it on purpose, because the curve of his lips was not something she could have done innocently.

Before Shen Nanqiao could say anything more, Song Shiyuan added, "I think it's pretty good. Giving it a like is what you fans call encouragement, isn't it?"

Shen Nanqiao was completely bewildered by his explanation and couldn't quite put her thoughts back together for a while. Finally, she simply stated her own demands.

"Go and remove the like right away."

Song Shiyuan disagreed, saying, "There are already records online, so deleting them won't make a difference."

Shen Nanqiao was already very angry. Seeing this, Song Shiyuan realized that she had touched the tiger's claws. At first, she only wanted to annoy Shen Nanqiao, but she had been watching with great interest.

In front of Shen Nanqiao, Song Shiyuan called Jing Tanqing and demanded that Jing Tanqing suppress the online public opinion, no matter how it was explained.

Song Shiyuan then unliked the post he had given.

Shen Nanqiao still has great faith in Jing Tanqing's abilities, because she knows that he was the one who resolved most of the past issues.

Seeing that the clarification was quickly posted online, Shen Nanqiao saw a message in the form of an announcement sent from Song Shiyuan's account, which read: "Because this account was directly logged into Mr. Song's phone, and due to a family gathering, it was accidentally clicked by an illiterate child, causing misunderstanding. We sincerely apologize. We also hope that the spread of these rumors online will be stopped quickly to avoid causing unnecessary trouble."

The message was forwarded by many people as soon as it was released.

As Shen Nanqiao watched the news subside, some of the anger that had surged within her subsided.

At that moment, Shen Nanqiao's strongest emotion was that she felt her acting career was about to be ruined by Song Shiyuan, and she was quite angry.

However, from Song Shiyuan's perspective, he didn't expect to receive so much attention, and secondly, Shen Nanqiao was a bit infuriating.

After finishing his business, Song Shiyuan looked at Shen Nanqiao and suddenly asked, "Do you like Gu Ning?" The question was indeed a bit sudden, but Song Shiyuan's expression wasn't very happy when he asked it. He kept a straight face and asked the question that he was curious about.

Shen Nanqiao was bewildered by his sudden change of topic: "What do you mean by that?"

"If you're not interested in him, why would you read fanfiction about Gu Ning?" The term "fanfiction" was a slang term that Song Shiyuan had just learned online.

Shen Nanqiao was speechless. She knew Song Shiyuan was petty and narrow-minded. It turned out that his revenge was because he saw her phone.

Shen Nanqiao remained completely calm. She said, "You're not a gentleman looking at my phone!" With each word she spoke, she drew one step closer to him.

"You secretly retaliated against me without even telling me beforehand." She moved a little to the right again.

"In the end, you even tried to ruin my reputation." For some reason, Shen Nanqiao always felt the need to act domineering in front of Song Shiyuan before she could feel comfortable.

Perhaps everyone has the desire to surpass their boss.

Shen Nanqiao was now very close to Song Shiyuan, who felt a little uncomfortable and tried to back away. Shen Nanqiao then moved even closer and said her last words: "You really are 'too vicious'."

Shen Nanqiao's closeness made Song Shiyuan stand up immediately. He was still not used to such a distance. Unlike Shen Nanqiao, who was a top actress in her previous life, Shen Nanqiao could adapt to any conditions.

Forced to stand up by Shen Nanqiao, Song Shiyuan was pushed towards the main entrance by Shen Nanqiao, who also stood up.

As soon as the door opened, Song Shiyuan was swiftly pushed out.

First, the door slammed shut. Shen Nanqiao had already stood up easily when she noticed Song Shiyuan's shoes next to her shoe cabinet.

So Song Shiyuan was kicked out by Shen Nanqiao while still wearing his disposable slippers. Shen Nanqiao quickly handed Song Shiyuan his shoes and placed them on the ground. Shen Nanqiao looked up at Song Shiyuan and asked, "Have you got everything?"

Song Shiyuan nodded, not understanding, and remained in that position for a while.

Shen Nanqiao said, "Then you can go home. I won't see you off."

Song Shiyuan reached out and stopped Shen Nanqiao from closing the door. He didn't use much force, just enough to stop Shen Nanqiao from closing the door, but not too much force, so that he could have a few words.

Song Shiyuan said, "I'll wake you up when we go to the market to buy groceries tomorrow morning." Shen Nanqiao was already tired enough from waking up early today, and she wasn't sure what time she would stay up all night, so she refused without even thinking about it.

"No, go by yourself." Shen Nanqiao was about to close the door again when Song Shiyuan used a little force. "Really, or you can get up early for a morning run."

Between going out to buy groceries and going for a morning run, Shen Nanqiao would definitely choose to go to the market. It's a convenient and less tiring way to get there by car.

Shen Nanqiao, who was well-versed in the art of negotiation, did not agree directly, but said, "It's okay, you go back first. We'll talk again when you get back."

Seeing that Shen Nanqiao was really going to close the door this time, and that he couldn't stop her anymore, Song Shiyuan went along with Shen Nanqiao's actions. He looked at the shoes that had been taken out of his shoes, but didn't change them. He wore Shen Nanqiao's shoes, which were missing half a heel, and went upstairs.

At this moment, Song Shiyuan sighed inwardly, "This is the advantage of living close by."

He now constantly marvels at the correct decision he made back then.

Song Shiyuan carried his shoes in his hand and climbed the stairs in a few steps to return to his home.

Back home, Song Shiyuan stood at the door and took out his house shoes, ready to change. He remembered why he couldn't just wear slippers when he went out. His feet were already on his slippers. Looking at the disposable shoes that he had stretched out of shape next to him, he didn't throw them into the trash can. Instead, he left them to rest at the door.