Chapter 4 Trending Explosion
After Xia Yu left, Auntie and I talked for a long time.
She told me men can't be spoiled or they'll go crazy, shared recent gossip, said my fans thought I looked great lately.
Listening to her made my mood brighten.
Until I yawned and she sent me to bed.
It really felt like having my own mom.
…
I always silence my phone when I sleep.
When I woke up, my screen was flooded with notifications.
Sister V, my manager, stood out most—she'd spammed WeChat, shopping apps, music, payments, everything.
I opened them fast. All said the same: Check Trending Searches.
"All about you! My dear great-aunt's third grandpa's cousin, we finally made it. So proud."
So urgent—was she the King of Hurry?
Zero patience.
It was just me moving out overnight after a breakup, right?
Top Trending Searches:
#Jiang Song Says Wen Shuangyang Is Explosive# exploding
Second and third:
#Jiang Song Hates You Wen Shuangyang# exploding
#Wen Shuangyang Stole His Mom# boiling
Something felt off. I clicked in.
Jiang Song V: Jiang Song Wen Shuangyang, Jiang Song Wen Shuangyang relationship crisis. My girlfriend Wen Shuangyang who unilaterally broke up with me ran off overnight with my mom. This is explosive on a worldwide scale, looking back across five thousand years of Chinese history—hate you.
This was urgent.
My head buzzed. Hair a mess, I speed-dialed Sister V.
Pick up! One second, still nothing—what was she doing?
A few rings later, she finally answered.
"Why'd you take so long? I was dying here."
Sister V sounded like she'd already ridden the high and come down, voice weirdly calm.
"Urgent for what? So impatient—are you the King of Hurry?"
That line sounded familiar.
"You know it's huge good news, right? Go see how many followers you gained."
I opened my Weibo. Overnight—almost seven million new followers.
The power of a top star was terrifying.
Then I opened private messages:
"Sis so brave. Moved out overnight—was it because Jiang Song secretly farts at night like the rumors?"
What kind of rumor was that.
"Breaking up on his birthday—Jiang Song officially crowned 'Birthday Bitter Dog.' Don't know how you endured him, but congrats on escaping misery."
Careful, if Jiang Song sees this he'll sic dogs on you.
"Die already, trash. You don't have a mom?"
I popped out of a rock, you low-class thing.
"Why take someone's mom in a breakup? You're scary."
I'm scary. Keep talking and I'll eat people.
"Are you into witchcraft, sis? Teach me—I'll apply to be Wen Shuangyang anti-fan station leader immediately."
A thirty-sixth-line nobody like me has an anti-black station? Amazing.
…
I scrolled through dozens. They only cared about gossip and drama. No one gave a damn about my career.
My newborn ambition was strangled by heartless netizens.
I whined to Sister V.
She sounded completely unbothered. "Just say you're too lazy to promote. Stop with the excuses."
"I still have high hopes for you. Keep going, you useless little waste."
Me: …
Having a manager like this was my blessing.
"Should I respond?"
Sister V: "Respond to what? You didn't break up? You didn't run off with his mom overnight?"
Technically Auntie came herself, but the result was pretty much the same.
I stayed quiet. Sister V seemed to expect it and rushed on:
"It's all true. Respond my ass. Ride this wave of traffic quietly. Sister will book you variety shows and make you rich."
"Ahahahahahaha, we finally have our day."
She cackled like a rooster, didn't let me speak, and hung up.
Scary Sister V—like she'd just finished devouring someone and lost her mind.