Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

These details aren't about scheming, they've simply become instinct. On TV shows, clashing for money is one thing, but privately, he actually took great care of his friends' emotions.

The better the relationship, the more this was true.

"I've finished writing the score for 'An He Bridge' ahead of time. Do you want to check it out?" he asked without lifting his head as he fiddled with the tea leaves, casually turning on the tap.

She could tell that preparing these grilled milk teas, brewing tea, heating up milk and such, would take about six minutes in total.

"Yeah, I want to." She finally spoke her second complete sentence since entering.

Xu Qingyan's hands were wet, so he simply unlocked his phone with facial recognition and handed it to her. Your next chapter awaits on empire

"Look for it yourself, I sent it in WeChat's File Transfer Assistant. After you're done, if it's okay, remember to forward it to yourself," he said.

Lin Wanzhou was stunned, as she hadn't expected Xu Qingyan to hand over his phone to her directly, and her heart sped up slightly for a moment.

"Okay."

After saying this, she dared to lift her head and look at him openly as she took the phone. The bright kitchen light fell into his eyes, and watching him busy himself was very... reassuring.

She opened WeChat, looking straight ahead, neck flushing as if she didn't want to betray Xu Qingyan's trust.

She didn't want to succumb to the curiosity of glancing at what he and Pei Muchan usually talked about, whether there might be... certain contents, and her heart suddenly throbbed like a windmill in the hot summer breeze.

Her mind was filled with a thundering thought.

"Don't look! Don't look! Don't you dare look!"

After much struggle and overcoming numerous obstacles, she finally found the File Transfer Assistant, and indeed, there was the score for "An He Bridge," which she then carefully began to read.

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Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Zhao Daxing lifted his head with difficulty in front of the computer, the video he shot in the rain that afternoon of the biotech mansion had turned out quite well. The abstract vibe of the old house by Wanda, which hadn't been demolished yet, was striking.

Looking at the almost finished edit on his computer screen, he couldn't help but smile. If he could grow his account quickly for a short period, the future looked promising.

During a break, he leaned back in his computer chair and started scrolling through videos out of habit. By chance, he came across a post titled "Gone Crazy," and saw a familiar face.

He had just seen him that afternoon, Xu Qingyan, who indirectly was kind of a benefactor.

"Xu Qingyan, a scumbag of society, with a dark history, hitting people... Starting in high school..." Zhao Daxing initially watched with a schadenfreude attitude, but the more he watched, the more alarmed he became.

Having been involved in short videos for half a month, Zhao Daxing was clearer than most about these tricks. Was this the proverbial "offending someone"? Someone was really trying to smear him.

No one is perfect; even the most righteous person can't withstand scrutiny under a magnifying glass.

The music accompanying the short video in the phone, the screen boldly displaying the words 'Spotted Guest'. Was this term used to describe disgraced celebrities now being used for guests?

BYD's self-media sure could coin terms, Zhao Daxing scrolled on to discover more and more of these types of videos being pushed to him frequently. His initial shock had gradually turned to irritation.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed irritably as he closed the short video platform, no longer feeling like resting.

The phone was thrown onto the table with a thump, hitting the mouse, and at that moment, the screen froze on a particular frame of the video.

It was a shot his assistant took on a whim that afternoon, with Xu Qingyan sitting in the driver's seat of the Palamera. Lin Wanzhou was peeking out from the passenger seat, her eyes pure and captivating.

The misty rain blurred the view, the Palamera's sleek, black, flowing bodywork was elegant, and the high-caliber good looks of the couple-like two made for an unexpectedly pleasant sight.

He instinctively moved the mouse and clicked; the video started to play.

With the rumbling of the wind thundering in the ears, Xu Qingyan flashed a smile at him and waved. Then as the traffic began to move slowly, the Palamera carried them away.

Zhao Daxing thought back to their rainy encounter earlier, glanced at the phone again, and suddenly felt the urge to edit out that scene.