Seeing these two comments, Song Jinhe abruptly sat up from the sofa.
“System, who is the person who posted these comments?”
“What does it matter to him if I dance and post videos?”
Song Jinhe was furious. She had finally gained some traction, and the comment section was full of praise.
People were complimenting her dancing skills, praising her beauty—all kinds of flattering remarks. But this person’s comments were particularly grating.
“Embarrassing”? Even if it was embarrassing, it was her own face she was losing.
He must live in the Pacific Ocean—his reach was way too broad.
[Song Hechuan, your older brother.]
Oh, so it’s Song Youshu’s older brother.
But what right did he have to say she was embarrassing?
Angered, Song Jinhe pettily deleted both comments he had posted.
She had no obligation to be polite to negative feedback.
“They said they didn’t recognize the original host anymore, so why are they saying these strange things here?” Song Jinhe asked the System.
The System thought for a moment and replied, [Is it possible that those were just words spoken in anger?]
[The original host drugged Xi Leyao to secure this marriage, but the incident became known throughout the entire capital the very next day, affecting both Song Group’s stock prices and reputation.]
It was Song Hechuan who spent considerable effort and resources to suppress the matter. Once it was resolved, the reckoning began.
Father Song and Song Hechuan were furious. They both vented their anger at Song Jinhe.
When people are at their angriest, they often speak without thinking. At that time, Father Song pointed at the original host’s nose in front of everyone and shouted, “Get out—”
“Get out of the Song family!”
Back then, the original host had tried to explain that she hadn’t leaked the information, but they didn’t believe her. They all assumed she had done it to pressure Xi Leyao into marrying her.
At that time, the true heiress, Song Youshu, had already returned to the Song family. Coupled with the Song family’s increasingly cold attitude toward her, the original host was already in a sensitive and fearful state of mind.
When Father Song yelled at her, and no one around intervened—instead looking at her with disappointment—the original host took it to heart.
That same day, she stole the household register, established her own household, and registered her marriage with Xi Leyao without holding a wedding ceremony.
After marrying, Song Jinhe secluded herself in the villa, rarely going out except for unavoidable social events. The original host essentially became a shut-in.
“Your character setting is contradictory,” Song Jinhe reminded the System. “How did a shut-in later develop such an extroverted personality?”
To climb the social ladder and mingle with the wealthy, the original host was even willing to go to bars. The traits of being money-grubbing and snobbish didn’t seem to fit her well.
[We usually call this kind of thing a contrast.] The System tried to salvage the situation, unwilling to admit that the character setting had collapsed.
In the CEO’s office on the top floor of Song Group’s headquarters, Song Hechuan repeatedly watched the video of Song Jinhe dancing on his phone.
Living in a cramped apartment, wearing cheap clothes, having lost weight—Xi Leyao clearly hadn’t taken good care of her.
Three months had passed since Xi Leyao went bankrupt, and Song Hechuan had been waiting for Song Jinhe to return home.
But after more than three months, Song Jinhe still hadn’t come back, nor had she made a single phone call or sent a single message.
What Father said back then was just spoken in anger. How could he truly cast out a daughter he had raised for over twenty years?
Father was only angry that she didn’t cherish herself, angry that she acted without considering the consequences.
If she wanted to marry Xi Leyao, she could have told them. Father would have fought for her.
The two comments she posted were deleted, and Song Hechuan sighed.
“It’s been three years already, are you still angry?”
Today, when Xi Leyao returned, he bought a lot of ingredients, along with takeout boxes and chopsticks.
“Are you really planning to set up a stall?” Song Jinhe asked, quickly stepping behind him after seeing this.
“We can give it a try.” Xi Leyao nodded, washing each thermal container one by one. “There’s a construction site nearby, so I’ll try setting up there.”
“With so many things, shouldn’t you buy a tricycle?” Song Jinhe stood to the side, looking at the pile of items on the floor as she spoke.
“I used the money you gave me to buy one.” Xi Leyao said this with his head lowered, his voice noticeably quieter than usual, his ears slightly flushed.
He really was useless. He should have been the one earning money for his wife, but now he was taking money from Song Jinhe.
This made him too ashamed to face her.
“Don’t worry, once I start earning money, I’ll definitely pay you back,” Xi Leyao quickly added.
“Sure, but when the time comes, I’ll want you to pay me back tenfold,” Song Jinhe nodded. Tenfold would be five hundred thousand.
Hehe, a free profit of four hundred and fifty thousand.
“Okay.”
Lying in bed, Song Jinhe scrolled through videos of shirtless men, a smile never leaving her lips.
She was so engrossed that she didn’t notice Xi Leyao lying right beside her, his gaze also fixed on her phone screen.
He saw that Song Jinhe wasn’t just watching but also liking, saving, and commenting.
[Only after getting married did I realize that my phone is the greatest source of longing—handsome men are inside, while I’m outside. [Sneaky peek]]
Swiping to the next video, a man in a well-fitted black suit knelt on the floor. Dim lighting fell on him, his eyes covered with black cloth, his head tilted back, mouth slightly open, looking particularly divine.
“Hiss—” Song Jinhe was struck by this scene and immediately liked and saved it, dubbing him “Western Concubine.”
[I don’t know what happened, but my lips just curled up on their own. [Drooling]]
“Is it that good-looking?” Xi Leyao’s voice sounded beside her ear, startling Song Jinhe so much that her phone dropped onto the bed. Her eyes widened, her smile froze, and she felt incredibly guilty inside.
Caught red-handed ogling handsome men, and by her own husband, no less.
Song Jinhe slowly turned her head to look at Xi Leyao, putting on a fawning smile as she said, “No, they’re not as handsome as you.”
“You’re the most handsome and alluring.”
Hearing her describe him this way, Xi Leyao’s face darkened even more.
Song Jinhe inwardly cursed—wrong thing to say.
She quickly tried to make amends: “Xi Leyao, what I mean is, you look the most handsome in a suit, completely hitting all my preferences.”
“Not alluring, really not alluring!” Song Jinhe waved her hands as she spoke.
But he was so restrained, it made her want to personally peel off those layers of clothing.
Xi Leyao gave her a deep look, then lay down and turned his back to her, ignoring her.
Looking at his back, Song Jinhe felt utterly overwhelmed.
She had never comforted an angry man before—how was she supposed to do it?
Song Jinhe picked up her phone and started searching for how to comfort a man.
After finding the results, she clicked on the first video. As she listened, the person suddenly said:
“If an angry man can’t be comforted, then just replace him. We’re strong women—men are like clothes, women are like limbs.”
“Handsome men are everywhere. If this piece of clothing doesn’t fit, just change it.”
In the quiet room, the sound from her video seemed especially loud.
“You want to replace me?” Xi Leyao’s voice emerged like a ghost once again.
Song Jinhe was startled and quickly waved her hands in denial. “That’s not true at all. You’re my dear husband—how could I ever replace you?”
“They’re just for passing the time. You’re the one who truly matters.”
At the same time, she reminded herself inwardly: Watch less of this stuff. Cutting back on these videos won’t kill you.