When Ming Shu woke up, she hazily saw Lu Shiyu walking in from the balcony.
She stretched out her arms, asking him to hold her.
Lu Shiyu strode over, cradling the soft, delicate little treasure in his arms, and kissed her fair, tender forehead. “Do you want to sleep a little longer?”
Ming Shu shook her head. “I’m thirsty.”
Lu Shiyu fed her a little water. “Drink slowly.”
Ming Shu asked, “Where did you go just now?”
Lu Shiyu briefly explained the trending topic on Weibo to her. “I’ve already asked Pei Sen to handle it. Don’t be angry—it’s not worth getting upset over those rumors.”
Ming Shu pushed away the water bottle in his hand, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buried her head in his chest, rubbing against it as if half-asleep, like a spoiled little kitten. Her cuteness melted Lu Shiyu’s heart.
“Are you angry? A kiss from your husband will make it better.”
Without waiting for her reaction, Lu Shiyu captured her soft, sweet lips. Today, he was exceptionally gentle and patient—one moment holding her by the waist, letting her lean against him as they kissed; the next, lifting her onto his lap, lowering his head to lick and suck her plump, rosy lips. His arms seemed permanently attached to her waist, holding her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness, like a pirate greedily guarding his treasure.
Ming Shu’s mind was a jumbled mess. She hadn’t even processed what Lu Shiyu had told her before he kissed her. Who was the one angry here? Clearly, he was just using it as an excuse to kiss her!
Her lips were burning and aching unbearably, forcing her to reach out and pinch Lu Shiyu’s ear.
Lu Shiyu wore a satisfied smile, holding her close and calling her “baby” and “sweetheart” in a tone that could make anyone sick of the sweetness.
Was he even a film emperor? More like a scoundrel.
Ming Shu couldn’t be bothered to argue with him.
“I’m not angry about the Weibo trending topic.”
“Baby, you can be angry. Just don’t bottle it up.”
“Why should I be angry over false rumors spread by word of mouth? If the anti-fans want to find evidence of my plastic surgery, let them look.” Ming Shu stretched out her fair, tender legs, resting them on Lu Shiyu as she lazily collapsed onto the bed. She truly wasn’t angry.
If she were a petty person, she would have been driven mad by Lu Shiyu long ago.
Hadn’t he promised not to kiss her so roughly? When had he ever kept that promise?
She had bought several modest nightgowns—had he secretly thrown them away?
As for curfews and dietary restrictions, she couldn’t even be bothered to mention them. When had she not compromised and followed his wishes?
Ming Shu had thought it over: if she were any more stubborn, this life would be unbearable. Besides, what she cared about wasn’t fame or fortune—it was the people close to her.
Ming Shu didn’t care, but Lu Shiyu did. He still sent a message to Pei Sen to handle the matter.
No one was allowed to bully or wrong the person he held in the palm of his hand.
Su Jin’er was the first to arrive in the living room. She hadn’t slept at noon, having spent over two hours watching the trending topics, too excited to sleep. She couldn’t wait to see Ming Shu’s dejected and disheartened expression.
Even top celebrities would be shaken by such negative trending topics, let alone someone like Ming Shu, who was barely a D-list celebrity.
The living room gradually grew livelier, with Ming Shu and Lu Shiyu arriving last.
Su Jin’er didn’t miss a single expression on Ming Shu’s face. Ming Shu alternated between looking happy and confused, but there was no sign of dejection or despair.
Was it real or fake?
Did Ming Shu not know about the trending topic yet?
While touring the villa, Su Jin’er seized the opportunity to bring up university life. Ming Shu seemed to understand something, offering Su Jin’er a faint smile.
Su Jin’er took a deep breath. She wasn’t angry—she wasn’t angry. The one who should be angry was Ming Shu.
Normal people would feel furious under the pressure of public opinion, but Ming Shu showed no pressure at all. How thick-skinned could she be!
Then again, someone with no works and no talent who dared to marry Lu Shiyu indeed needed thick skin.
After touring the first and second floors, everyone prepared to check out the attic.
Lu Shiyu took Ming Shu’s hand, afraid she might trip—after all, she had a long history of such incidents.
Ming Shu secretly pouted in dissatisfaction.
【Help! I don’t want to see that plastic surgery monster’s face!】
【Wuwu, Lu Shiyu held her hand—Lu Shiyu has been defiled!】
【Please have the production team blur the plastic surgery monster’s face!】
【LOL, she tried to build herself a “femme fatale” persona, only to get exposed for having plastic surgery. She really has no shame!】
【I was just envying Ming Shu’s skin this morning—I’m guilty, I repent. With technology so advanced these days, even skin can be surgically enhanced, right?】
【What’s with all these toxic comments?】
【Please, all you anti-fans, go check Weibo for the reversal. Stop mindlessly hating on Ming Shu in this couples’ show!】
【Poor Ming Shu, such a beauty. I wonder who her rival is, always slandering her like this.】
After the hashtags #MingShuFemmeFatale# and #MingShuPlasticSurgery# surged to the top of the trending list, many people dug into Ming Shu’s past scandals. Such school-era dirt was easiest to uncover—just search through university forums.
An anti-fan’s burner account posted a link to S University’s campus forum. Anti-fans and gossip enthusiasts flooded in, fueling the controversy to its peak.
S University Forum.
【Main Thread: Exposé! Ming Shu’s Wild University Years!】
1st floor: Saw the trending topic about Goddess Ming Shu, saying she had plastic surgery and that no one pursued her. I’m an alumnus from her year, so let me spill first: It was a spring day with light rain and blooming apricot flowers. I confessed to Ming Shu at the library entrance, reciting a three-month-prepared love speech. Goddess Ming Shu replied with a poem: “If love between both sides can last for aye, why need they stay together night and day?” I instantly understood—the farther I stayed from the goddess, the deeper our bond would be! Now I’m abroad, and she’s in the country. I still look forward to the day we can “meet but once a year, surpass reunion day by day.”
2nd floor: Damn, I’m dying of laughter from the OP! Both of you are cultured—what a shame you’re not together! But hearing this, the goddess isn’t just a literary type, she’s also a bit of a chuunibyou, haha.
3rd floor: 【Image】 My treasured divine photo—the goddess looks so pure and tender, ahhh I just want to bite her cheeks! The way she reads and writes is so well-behaved and innocent—I can’t take it! If you’re not going to marry her, why tease? This heart will forever beat for the goddess!
4th floor: Pervert! Delete that photo now! That’s my wife!
10th floor: Once during a basketball game, just because Little Shu glanced at me, those damn teammates splashed water on my shorts. The goddess lent me her jacket to save me from embarrassment. The next day, I brought flowers to confess. Little Shu said it was just a good deed for the day and told me not to dwell on it. Damn! That day, she seemed like she’d just woken up—her face flushed with a healthy glow, lecturing me so seriously. I was done for right then. Now I just regret it—if I’d kissed her forcefully back then, she might be my wife now.
11th floor: Certified old pervert.
30l: Hahahaha damn! Why didn’t any of you mention that incident! The anime club handed out confession coupons to students for recruitment—anyone with a coupon could confess to Little Shu Bao Bei. I remember the line that day was super long, stretching from the anime club all the way outside the school gate. It only ended when the principal showed up and put a stop to that ridiculous “confession coupon” business.
31l: My long-buried college memories are attacking me. My damn roommate hid the confession coupon and went alone. When he came back, we beat him up.
32l: I remember that day—the sun was blazing, the weather was scorching hot, and the worst part was there were quite a few girls in line too… Save me, why do girls have to compete with us for Little Shu Bao Bei!
33l: Wuwu I still remember Little Shu Bao Bei wearing a red basketball jersey that day. A bunch of smelly straight guys were so excited, I was afraid they’d just carry her away.
34l: Back then, me and my buddies actually had that idea.
35l: Had that idea, and then?
35l: Since there was only one Little Shu Bao Bei and there were four of us, we couldn’t agree on how to split her, so the plan fell apart.
121l: You guys in the earlier posts are all dogs! It’s because of you that Little Shu Bao Bei became all literary and artsy. Once I saw her holding a copy of the Tao Te Ching…
122l: Senior Ming Shu is that cute? I regret not studying earlier so I could’ve seen Senior Ming Shu!
236l: The guys at S University are useless. In four years of college, not a single one managed to win over Little Shu Bao Bei, and now she’s been taken by that old man in the entertainment industry.
237l: The grudge of stealing my wife, I hate it! But Lu Shiyu’s movies are really good to watch, so I’m torn!
560l: Casual observer checking in, lol, this is hilarious, keep it coming!
657l: The anti-fans on Weibo have already trashed your Little Shu Bao Bei pretty badly.
658l: Ming Shu got plastic surgery—that’s the most ridiculous joke I’ve ever heard. Concerned for the foolish look.jpg
1022l: So Ming Shu really didn’t get plastic surgery?
1023l: Floor 3 already posted pictures, are you blind?
1024l: There are many campus belles at S University, but there’s only one Little Shu Bao Bei. She’s not a universal heartthrob; she’s just our Little Shu Bao Bei. Certain anti-fans should know when to stop. Looking at Little Shu Bao Bei’s face, you say she got plastic surgery?
…
Marketing screenshotted the forum content and posted it on Weibo. The hashtag #LittleShuBaoBei quickly climbed the trending charts.
【Anti-fans, feeling the slap yet?】
【Accusing Ming Shu of plastic surgery without any evidence is just absurd】
【Ming Shu wasn’t lying during the livestream. If she weren’t a bit aloof, she’d probably have to spend time dealing with confessing guys every day】
【After reading the forum posts, my feelings are a bit complicated. Suddenly I feel like Lu Shiyu struck gold marrying Ming Shu…】
【+1, I even want to ship the Celestial Deer Couple now】
【Ming Shu’s college-era looks are divine, they really hit me right in the feels. I’m switching from casual observer to fan】
Li Xiaole saw that the trending topics were all praising Ming Shu and finally breathed a sigh of relief. There was no mastermind behind this public opinion storm. If anyone had to be blamed for stirring things up, it was Lu Shiyu’s fangirls who couldn’t stand Ming Shu, the anti-fans, and possibly even the shipping fans of Liangchen Meijing.
But now, all these people had become stepping stones for Ming Shu to gain more fans. The more frustrated they were before, the more satisfying it was now!
Ming Shu’s Weibo followers increased from 2.8 million to 3.5 million and were still rising.
Li Xiaole called Ming Shu to share the good news.
Ming Shu: “Su Jin’er is definitely going to be furious.”
Li Xiaole asked nervously, “Was she the one behind this?”
Ming Shu: “No, she wanted to watch me make a fool of myself, but she didn’t expect me to come out on top.”
Li Xiaole reminded her, “Even though you’re not on a talent show where rankings matter, as the livestream gains popularity, there’s bound to be friction among the different shipping fans.”
Ming Shu: “How many followers did the Celestial Deer Couple’s super topic gain?”
Li Xiaole: “A thousand, which is a lot compared to before.”
Ming Shu: …