Chapter 147: The Misunderstanding Deepens

At this moment, Song Wanning turned toward the camera, held up her phone, and said with a smile, "I'm reading everyone's comments. You are all so cute."

[Ah!!!!!! Wanning is looking at me!]
[Wanning! Wanning!! She called us cute~ I'm dying~~]
[Watching her own livestream? What an interesting move!]

Following Song Wanning's words, the popularity of the livestream doubled instantly. Netizens flooded the screen, all hoping that Song Wanning might catch their comments. Of course, the consequence of hundreds of thousands of people commenting at once was that the chat flew by so fast that Song Wanning could barely make out the content.

Song Wanning curled up in a comfortable position on the sofa, a soft pillow behind her back and a thin blanket covering her legs. She said in a languid tone, "I don't have much to do today, so why don't I chat with you all? If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'll answer whatever I happen to see."

[Really? Really?]
[Does that mean you'll answer no matter what we ask?]
[I'll go first, pick me, Wanning!]
[Wanning, where are you right now?]
...

Song Wanning was very casual. Although the comments were scrolling quickly, she would randomly swipe up on the comment section to pause the scrolling. She read one of the comments, "Where am I? I'm in Jingxing's office."

Her lighthearted remark sparked wild imaginations among the netizens.

[What, what? Is Young Master Wen so obsessed with Wanning that he has to bring her along even to work?]
[Young Master Wen has always been extremely rigorous about his work; the fact that he brought her along this time! It must be true love.]

Ignoring what the netizens were saying, Song Wanning continued scrolling through the comments. Soon, she picked another one and said, "When do we plan to get married?"

"Hmm... that's still to be determined."

Could she just tell the netizens that they might call off the engagement as soon as the variety show ended? After all, that was how the plot in the book unfolded.

[To be determined? Does that mean your relationship is fake?]
[It seems like all that sweetness they show is just an act.]

Seeing Song Wanning’s reply, some began to stir up trouble. However, there were also those who spoke up for her.

[You people, why are you so annoying? Marriage is a major life event; how can you just say 'get married' on a whim? You are always so malicious, trying to jinx other people's relationships.]
[These people just can't stand to see others doing better than them; otherwise, they’d be green with envy!]
[Wanning, you must stay happy with Young Master Wen, and let them be envious to death!]

Song Wanning knew that in life, it was destined that not everyone would like her. Therefore, even seeing the comments in the livestream and facing the occasional malicious remarks, she acted as if she didn't see them and continued scrolling.

However, when she saw one particular comment, she accidentally read it out loud, and her cheeks flushed red. The comment was: "Wanning, Wanning, have you and Wen Jingxing actually slept together yet?"

"We..." Song Wanning stuttered slightly. Yesterday, she and Wen Jingxing had slept in the same bed; did that count as sleeping together?

"I suppose so?"

Thinking back to yesterday, she had misunderstood Wen Jingxing's intentions, which led to her being so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to hit him, only to end up falling onto him. And this morning, she had shamelessly clung to him like an octopus. The more she thought about it, the redder her face turned.

The once invincible Empress Song Wanning felt flustered and shy when faced with these matters of the heart. But... the netizens were asking something very different from what Song Wanning was thinking. Song Wanning didn't know that some things Wen Jingxing had said earlier had already led the netizens to let their imaginations run wild. Now that she said "I suppose so" with such a flushed face, the netizens had completely misinterpreted it, and even if the parties involved wanted to clarify later, it would be too late.

The chat was filled with screams, leaving Song Wanning completely bewildered. Had she misunderstood the people of this world? Could people be this shy just from sharing a room, even if it only involved covering up with a quilt and talking?

Just then, there was a knock at the office door. Song Wanning thought it was Wen Jingxing returning so soon, but when she didn't respond, the person outside kept knocking. She immediately realized it probably wasn't Wen Jingxing and said, "Come in."

Cheng Mu pushed the door open and entered. He said, "Ms. Song, the boss instructed me to take you for a tour around the company. Would you like to go now, or you can come find me in the secretary's office whenever you're ready."

Song Wanning hadn't planned on moving, but she caught a glimpse of the livestream where the chat was urging her to go look around. So, she agreed, "Okay."

It was said that Cheng Mu was leading her, but in reality, Song Wanning walked in front while Cheng Mu followed silently behind. They were still livestreaming, and although Wen Jingxing had agreed to the filming within the company, Song Wanning was worried that she might accidentally expose some confidential information by wandering around. Therefore, she stuck to the hallways.

The company was not only high-rise but also very spacious; if one were to walk through an entire floor, it would take a long time. Along the way, Song Wanning encountered quite a few employees. What was even more peculiar was that she felt as if everyone here knew who she was, as they all addressed her as Ms. Song.

In the livestream, many people were teasing.

[Oh my! It seems the whole company knows who the lady of the house is!]

Later, when Song Wanning grew tired, she sat in the first-floor lounge. It had perfectly regulated air conditioning, tea, and desserts, unlike Wen Jingxing's office, where he wouldn't even let her turn on the AC. The receptionist seemed to be a fan of hers; Song Wanning noticed the girl picking up her phone to sneakily take pictures of her many times. Facing the girl's clumsy stealth-photography skills, Song Wanning didn't call her out on the spot, but instead sipped her tea silently.

After the receptionist took many photos, she bragged in the group chat, making everyone so envious that they wished they could get off work immediately to see Song Wanning's true appearance. Because many colleagues had already talked about Song Wanning and raved in the group chat, saying she was a hundred times more beautiful than in photos. Unfortunately, there was still half an hour left until the end of the workday.

After basking in the envious gazes of her colleagues, the girl happily brought more desserts and tea to Song Wanning, eventually piling her table high with snacks. Only then did she feel satisfied enough to stop coming over. Song Wanning looked at the mountain of snacks in front of her and couldn't help but touch her forehead with a wry smile; the girl seemed to be a very enthusiastic fan.

Just then, Song Wanning noticed that the receptionist seemed to be encountering some trouble. A woman had arrived at the front desk, dressed fashionably in a miniskirt and high-knee boots, layered with a fluffy coat. Her brown hair cascaded down her back like waves, and she wore a pair of large sunglasses. She was looking down at the receptionist with her chin held high.