Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 602 -602: Raising a Star (25)

Chapter 602 -602: Raising a Star (25)

King’s Account showed extreme disdain for the comments online.

What’s the use of being smart?

If it weren’t for having money, could you have a say?

Without a say, would the director let you look at the surveillance?

[Miss, you mustn’t listen to those people making stuff up online, it’s all fake!] Only squandering is serious.

“I think they’re speaking the truth,” she said. Praising me for being beautiful and smart, what’s wrong with that!? There are already too few people telling the truth in this world!

[…] As if!

King’s Account chose to beat a retreat.

It infuriated the System!

Chuzheng’s clarification video had already explained the situation.

Now, it would be a bit difficult for Jian Dan to whitewash himself.

Moreover, Chuzheng discovered that there were other paid posters continuously slandering Jian Dan.

Chuzheng pondered in secret, it must be Wen Yanyu.

Knowing that Jian Dan was the one Chu Anyang liked, how could Wen Yanyu let her off easily?

Feeling sorry for Jian Dan—so in order to make it even harder for this Little White Rabbit, Chuzheng also hired a batch of paid posters.

[Cutie Chuzheng: Am I the only one who noticed that our Cutie seems… a bit different now?]

[Chuzheng’s Fan Support Club: I’ve noticed too, Cutie is colder than before, is it because of the breakup?]

[Little Deer in the Morning: It’s definitely because of that jerk. Cutie, don’t be sad, we’re all here for you, we will keep you company forever.]

[May flowers bloom anew: Why do such trivial matters trend online, can’t we talk about nation’s major events?!]

[Chuzheng’s Fan Support Club: Have you given birth to a second child? Can you pay your personal taxes to the nation yet? //@May flowers bloom anew: Why do such trivial matters trend online, can’t we talk about nation’s major events?!]

[Warmth of the Winter Sun: Cutie really seems to have changed, she used to be soft and cute, now she’s a cold beauty! Should we stop calling her Cutie?]

[Chuzheng’s Little Lover: Guys, check out Cutie’s Weibo verification!!]

The verification under Chuzheng’s Weibo changed to ‘Entertainment Circle’s God of Wealth’.

[Chuzheng’s Fan Support Club: Cutie topped up!]

[Time is Memory: What kind of Immortal verification is this, are you serious?? Hahaha, is the Weibo verification system malfunctioning?]

[Chuzheng’s Little Lover: This verification is killer, God of Wealth haha, Cutie is going to get rich.]

[Warmth of the Winter Sun: Get rich quick +1]

[Chuzheng’s Fan Support Club: Get rich quick +2]

[Little Deer in the Morning: Get rich quick +10086]

Chuzheng’s clarification video didn’t last long before it was overwhelmed by #ImmortalCertification #ThisCertificationCostsMoney.

Soon, people noticed that the verification of Chuzheng and Feng Wang was very similar.

But the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

No pictures of them together could be dug up.

Thus, everyone just thought it was a coincidence and did not look into it further.

But Feng Wang didn’t think so.

When there was no activity in the Weibo private messages, he messaged on WeChat, the persistent notification sounds catching the attention of Liang Xi, who stared at Chuzheng.

[Galaxy Supreme Handsome Prince Feng: Little junior sister, you’re even plagiarizing my verification, are you secretly in love with me?]

[Galaxy Supreme Handsome Prince Feng: I’ve warned you, don’t harbor a secret crush on me, I have a sugar daddy.]

[Chuzheng: Would you mind changing your sugar daddy?]

[Galaxy Supreme Handsome Prince Feng: …]

[Galaxy Supreme Handsome Prince Feng: Little junior sister, don’t be so passive-aggressive.]

[Transfer] Please confirm you’ve received the money.

Feng Wang jumped at the sudden pop-up message.

[Transfer] Please confirm you’ve received the money.

[Transfer] Please confirm you’ve received the money.

[Transfer] Please confirm you’ve received the money.

…

The whole screen was filled with transfer messages, scrolling up endlessly.

Feng Wang put his phone face down on the table and shrank back onto the couch, his eyes fixed on the phone as if he were looking at a monster.

A few minutes later, Feng Wang felt around on his person.

The pill bottle rolled out of his pocket.

He fumbled twice before picking it up and took off the lid to pour out the pills.

“Cough cough…”

Feng Wang choked, the bitter taste of the pills spreading in his throat, and he frantically looked for water.

Feng Wang’s body suddenly lurched, and he fell straight down.

“Bang—”

Feng Wang fell to the ground, raising his hand to touch his forehead.

Warm blood stained his fingers, trickling slowly down his palm.

Feng Wang pressed his forehead and quickly fumbled for his phone.

Blood flowed down from his eyebrow.

Feng Wang closed one eye, his hand trembling as he unlocked the phone.

He pressed the voice message button, his voice wavering or maybe nervous, “Lan Ling… I’m bleeding!”

–

Feng Wang didn’t dare to move, sitting rigidly on the ground, his eyes shut tight against the stench of blood.

His hand gripping the sofa grew pale, devoid of color from the strength of his grip.

Click—

Feng Wang heard the sound of the door opening.

“Why did it take so long?” With his eyes closed, Feng Wang turned his head towards the door, his voice almost squeezed out through clenched teeth, “Help me… help me deal with it.”

Feng Wang heard footsteps, his eyebrows knitting together slightly.

Something about the sound wasn’t quite right…

No sooner had the thought occurred to him than Feng Wang felt someone approaching. In the next moment, his whole body lifted into the air, and he was swiftly placed on the sofa.

An image flashed starkly through Feng Wang’s mind, and he voiced his doubt, “Junior Sister?”

Her scent—he couldn’t possibly mistake it.

“Mm.”

“Why is it you?”

“You sent the voice message to me.”

Send a voice message…

Hadn’t he sent it to Lan Ling?

Did he send it to the wrong person?

It was possible; at the time, her message was the first one, Lan Ling should have been the second. He might have clicked the wrong one…

Chuzheng looked at Feng Wang’s forehead, her tone calm, “A minor injury, you still need someone to help you with it?”

Feng Wang’s body tensed up slightly, but soon he nestled back into the sofa, “I’m used to being pampered, of course I need help.”

Chuzheng ignored his boasting.

Sponsors are all talk. Did someone actually pamper him?

“The first-aid kit?”

“…” Feng Wang, driven by instinct, pointed in a direction, “See if it’s in that cupboard.”

Chuzheng followed the direction Feng Wang indicated.

She got up to check.

She didn’t find any first-aid kit.

But she saw quite a few medicine bottles in the cupboard.

Chuzheng picked one up and, without a word, slipped it into her pocket, then found the first-aid kit nearby.

“What were you doing at home to knock yourself up like this? Clubbing?!”

“An accident.” Feng Wang didn’t dare admit that it was her posts that had distracted him, causing the incident.

Chuzheng pushed Feng Wang’s hand aside and began to clean the blood around the wound.

The cut had stopped bleeding, the dried residue proving challenging to clean.

Chuzheng was close, so close that Feng Wang could feel her breath.

It swept over him in uneven waves.

Causing a ticklish, tingling sensation.

“You can open your eyes now,” Chuzheng said.

Feng Wang turned his head and hesitated before asking, “Is the blood all cleaned up?”

“Mm.”

Feng Wang, eyes still firmly closed, didn’t open them, “Please take the bloody stuff further away.”

Chuzheng paused in her actions, “Are you faint at the sight of blood?”

“…” Feng Wang pressed his lips tight, his voice dropping lower, “Mm.”

“Wait a moment.”

Chuzheng carried all the blood-stained things to the door, then came back to apply medicine to him. The wound wasn’t big, it could be dealt with just a band-aid.

“All done.”