Chapter 85: Sunny Little Pig

In the urgency of the moment, I failed to recognize that it was Brother Ji Chen, and as a result, I affected the relationship between Brother Ji Chen and Sister Chun Shui.

I admit my mistake, and here, I solemnly apologize to both of them. I…

As Zhang Ya spoke, tears began to stream down her cheeks. She turned her face slightly to wipe them away, exposing the clear imprint of a slap on her face to the camera.

I’m sorry for taking up everyone’s attention, but I must apologize to them. I’ve admired Lin Ze ever since he debuted, and I couldn’t get his autograph this time. Hopefully, next time… I will.

Her shoulders trembling, Zhang Ya wiped her tears and ended the video.

Once the video was posted, Zhang Ya’s tear-stained face and the slap mark quickly won her a wave of sympathy online.

This time, I feel Lin Chun Shui is the one at fault. I watched the airport livestream; Zhang Ya just wanted to say hello.

Exactly, that’s all it was, but Lin Chun Shui came over and slapped her. That’s too much.

I suggest strict punishment for Lin Chun Shui and demand an apology!

Despite the obvious manipulative undertones in the video, many netizens couldn’t discern the act, and a portion simply sided with Zhang Ya, who was young and attractive. Many bystanders, unfamiliar with the situation, saw the comments and naturally supported her.

Zhang Huai was delighted. Although he hadn’t managed to frame Lin Ze, he had successfully attracted a huge amount of traffic to a minor artist on his side. If operated well, a new money-maker had just appeared.

As Zhang Huai was contentedly browsing Weibo, he suddenly saw someone mention him.

@Donghuang Entertainment Zhang Huai, what do you think about your company’s artist being my stalker fan?

His good mood was instantly shattered.

What do I think? I’d like to twist your head off and see!

Our company respects every actor’s freedom of admiration.

Zhang Huai replied immediately.

Really?

Lin Ze chuckled and posted another Weibo.

@Zhang Ya, would you like to join our company?

After being tagged, Zhang Ya considered for a moment, then politely replied: No, although I really like you, my current company treats me well, so I’m not considering a change for now.

Is that so… Lin Ze commented in her thread: Since you claim to be an old fan, here’s an emergency question—what was the first song I composed after my debut? Answer within five minutes and I’ll send you a signed album.

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Zhang Ya was flustered when she saw Lin Ze’s comment.

She’d never really followed Lin Ze; she’d claimed to be a fan purely for sympathy. Now that he suddenly asked this, if she couldn’t answer…

She started frantically searching online: What was Lin Ze’s first song after his debut?

She found conflicting answers. Some sources said Lin Ze had deleted many early songs.

Growing anxious, she posted a reward question online, offering a hundred yuan for the correct answer.

With the reward, many responded.

Lin Ze recently deleted a lot of works; earlier ones were immature, but the first official release should be “The Only You in the World,” published a month after his debut.

This seemed reliable, and Zhang Ya was about to use it—when another answer appeared.

Fake fan above! The first work was definitely Lin Ze’s debut song! It’s “Sunny Little Pig,” released two or three days after debut and quickly categorized as a children’s song. Very few know this.

The reasoning seemed sound.

Zhang Ya was torn, but saw she had only a minute left.

She checked the respondent’s account and saw it was filled with Lin Ze images—comments dating back to his debut, all over Lin Ze’s posts. Clearly, a hardcore fan.

The earlier account had some Lin Ze content, but nothing special.

So the second answer seemed more credible. Lin Ze must have set her up; few would know about “Sunny Little Pig.”

That must be it!

Confident in her judgment, with half a minute left, she quickly returned to Weibo and commented: “Sunny Little Pig.”

Ha! Now my persona is finally established!

Zhang Ya refreshed Weibo, a smug smile at her lips.

Meanwhile, in the “Our Love” live broadcast room, everyone was laughing.

Looks like she really posted it, Su Zitan giggled, phone in hand. I got a hundred yuan for nothing.

Lin Ze posted a screenshot beneath Zhang Ya’s comment.

Seriously, you believed that?

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Seeing the screenshot, a rush of heat swept from Zhang Ya’s feet to her scalp.

Goosebumps rose on her back.

What? No… I…

Delete! Delete now!

Zhang Ya hurriedly deleted her comment, but some quick netizens had already posted screenshots of it.

Disaster. That was too impulsive; I shouldn’t have deleted it…

Clutching her phone, Zhang Ya was on the verge of tears.

Lin Ze put his phone down. Friends, imagine if yesterday it wasn’t Brother Ji who stepped in for me. If I’d been the one up there and something happened—now that I’m just starting to gain fame—can you imagine what would have occurred?

I’d love to believe she’s my fan, but… so many things are just too coincidental. There’s no need to incite conflict; everyone knows the truth in their hearts.

Let me make a quick advertisement.

Lin Ze turned to the camera.

Chen Nan recently released a new song. Please support him; you’ll definitely not regret giving it a listen!

Director Zhang, off-camera, gave a rueful smile. Since they invested in the show, a little advertising was… not unreasonable.

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Outside an old residential area in Donghai City, a luxury car pulled up.

A girl got out, slammed the door, and walked toward the entrance.

From the driver’s seat emerged a young man, sunglasses and mask concealing his face.

Remember, you signed a confidentiality agreement. Don’t talk carelessly outside, got it?

The girl ignored him, stepping toward the gate.

With his careless mind, Zhang Yang never realized that as she closed the door, the girl had already started recording with her phone.

Her hand, hidden in her pocket, gripped the device tightly.