Chapter 171: A Trending Topic Sparked by a Single Photograph

Song Wan ning, who had been "studying diligently," finally fell asleep curled up on the sofa.

Wen Jingxing was still patiently explaining the material when he suddenly noticed there was no response from beside him.

He turned his head and saw that Song Wan ning was already fast asleep, her delicate, rosy lips slightly parted.

Wen Jingxing smiled helplessly. Who was it that said they wanted to study seriously just a moment ago? Now she was sleeping more soundly than anyone.

He stood up slowly, afraid of disturbing the sleeping Song Wan ning, and then went to the second-floor bedroom to retrieve a thick blanket from his room.

Knowing that Song Wan ning's hands and feet tended to get cold in chilly weather, he also brought along a hot water bottle.

Returning to the glass sunroom outside, Wen Jingxing gently draped the blanket over Song Wan ning and placed the hot water bottle at her feet.

The head cameraman was squatting on a rock outside the glass room's window, filming the scene.

Seeing this unfold, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.

The once arrogant Young Master Wen was so cold to outsiders and often shot him death glares, even forbidding him from following whenever he wanted to spend time alone with Song Wan ning.

He had gradually grown used to it.

Therefore, while other cameramen obediently followed right behind the guests, only the head cameraman routinely hid in various corners, acting like an ancient hidden guard stationed by Song Wan ning's side at all times while minimizing his own presence.

Just like this time, even though the space inside the sunroom was quite large, the cameraman didn't dare step inside.

Instead, he crouched on a taller rock within the flowerbed, filming through the massive glass windows.

As he watched, the cameraman was driven by a sudden impulse to pick up his phone.

He opened the camera app.

Tapped to focus.

Pressed the shutter.

With a soft "click," this lovely moment was captured and frozen in time.

Wen Jingxing was holding the blanket in one hand to pull it a bit higher for Song Wan ning while leaning in close to her, and with his other hand, he gently stroked her hair.

The cameraman was admiring his own improving photography skills when he abruptly heard a "swish" sound.

Looking up, he saw that Wen Jingxing had drawn the curtains shut.

The cameraman: ...Fine, fine. Having the photo is enough.

He immediately turned to the work group chat to show off to the others.

I hate BE: [Freshly baked stills, everyone come and admire. You snooze, you lose.]

The various slackers in the group instantly materialized.

Hardworking yet slack-off: [Whoa! This looks so fake!]

Must go to work every day: [Are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my debts?]

Hardworking yet slack-off: [Screw you. Having Young Master Wen take care of someone is such a fantastical thing, how dare you even ship this in your dreams?]

I hate BE: [Believe it or not, I'm recalling it in two minutes.]

Hardworking yet slack-off: [Hehe, too late, I've already saved it～]

I want the lightest camera in the world: [You're such a dog.]

Everyone: ...

Hardworking yet slack-off: [Thank you, please shut up.]

Just as the two minutes were nearly up, the cameraman actually recalled the photo, but unable to contain himself, he decided to show it off on Weibo instead.

#Chronicles of Song the Vase's Good-for-Nothing Daily Life# reached a popularity of 99.67 million views with 860,000 posts.

And the cameraman posted this:

I hate BE: [A bunch of newbies, still daring to argue with me that the Wen-Wan ship is fake. Ironclad proof, photo below. Let's see who dares to argue with me now!]

His tone was extremely arrogant.

And his confidence was sky-high.

There were two reasons why topics concerning Song Wan ning had such high engagement.

First, a lot of people shipped the CP, and when the other half was a handsome, wealthy man who was the dream lover of countless women, everyone cared even more.

Second, although there was plenty of sweet content about the Wen-Wan ship online, some anti-fans and people who looked down on Song Wan ning's background kept playing devil's advocate, insisting that the pairing was definitely fake.

As long as the variety show hadn't ended, that popularity would never drop, and in fact, it kept climbing higher.

Even some neutral bystanders, drawn in by the bickering between the two sides to see whether the Wen-Wan ship was real or fake, ended up becoming CP fans by the end of it.

It was essentially a disguised way of gaining more fans for Song Wan ning.

During dinner that evening, Song Wan ning found out about the matter. At a single glance, she knew the photo must have been taken by the head cameraman.

Yet, as she looked at the picture, Song Wan ning subconsciously long-pressed to save it.

Wen Jingxing was cooking in the kitchen, and when he brought the dishes out, he saw Song Wan ning wearing a silly, dazed smile.

"What are you looking at, smiling so... blankly?"

Song Wan ning put away her phone. "No reason! Is dinner almost ready? Just focus on your cooking!"

Wen Jingxing smiled. "It's ready, just this last dish left."

Tonight, Wen Jingxing still prepared four dishes and one soup.

"There are only two of us, can we possibly finish all this?"

"We can ask Aunt Li to eat with us."

"Great, I'll go call her."

"No need, just sit nicely." After saying that, Wen Jingxing untied his apron and went outside to find Aunt Li.

Seeing him leave, Song Wan ning pulled out her phone again.

On many previous occasions, Song Wan ning had only browsed Weibo without commenting, liking, or even registering an account.

Today, struck by a sudden whim, she used her phone number to create a new account.

Song Wan ning struggled a bit when choosing a name, but then she remembered the nickname everyone had affectionately given her.

She simply named herself "Song the Vase."

Her mindset was quite cheerful; if others wanted to be called a vase, they didn't even have the face for it.

Afterwards, she took a photo of the dining table with her phone, uploaded it to Weibo, and added the caption: Thanks to Mr. Wen for the loving dinner, it's very delicious～

Having edited the text, she casually posted it.

Thinking that she still had things to do tonight, Song Wan ning didn't look at her phone anymore.

After dinner, Song Wan ning changed into a new outfit.

As soon as she stepped out of her bedroom, Wen Jingxing, who had been waiting outside the door, took one look and immediately looked displeased.

"Where are you going? You'll catch a cold dressed like this."

Tonight, Song Wan ning was wearing a red dress with a very eye-catching and striking color. However, the neckline of the dress was a bit low, and even though it had long sleeves, both of her shoulders were exposed, and the fabric looked quite thin.

"But I picked it out after searching for so long, and how would I be cold?"

Song Wan ning then picked up a fluffy shawl from her hand. "Besides, I have this!"

In the end, Wen Jingxing didn't say anything more and gave in to Song Wan ning for the moment.

Before leaving, Song Wan ning changed into a pair of red high heels and put on a large pair of sunglasses.

She completely exuded an aura of total dominance.

It even startled Cheng Mu, who had come to pick them up. "Song... Ms. Song, where are you two heading?"

"To a bar in the city called Night."

"Huh, why are you going to a bar?"

"To snatch someone!"

Cheng Mu: ???

"Boss, we..."

After getting into the car, Wen Jingxing didn't say much. "Drive."

Feeling a bit bored during the ride, Song Wan ning shook Wen Jingxing's arm. "Aren't you even curious about where I'm going and what I'm doing?"

"Not really."

"Aren't you afraid I'll do something bad?"

"I'm tagging along, so I'm not afraid."

Not getting the unexpected answer she hoped for, Song Wan ning turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window. "Fine..."

An hour later, an unassuming black car stopped in front of the bar.