Chapter 175: As It Turned Out

Wen Jingxing had already placed her onto the bed.

Yet at this very moment, his deep, intense gaze remained fixed on Song Wanning’s face.

Song Wanning almost burst out laughing.

Fortunately, she managed to hold it in just in time.

She had no idea whether Wen Jingxing could tell she was only pretending to sleep.

After staring at her for a long time, he proceeded to take off her shoes, tuck her carefully under the covers, and ensure her hands and feet were safely tucked inside the blanket.

As soon as she heard the bedroom door click shut behind him, Song Wanning immediately sat straight up.

Her phone had been flashing continuously; it had been ringing earlier, but Wen Jingxing had switched it to silent mode.

Tapping on the screen now, she was able to access Weibo without any trouble.

Song Wanning then discovered that the post she had published earlier that evening had already accumulated 666,000 likes.

She saw numerous comments claiming it was a fake account and could not possibly belong to the real Song Wanning.

However, countless netizens were stepping forward with proof, pointing out that this was precisely the dining table inside Wen Jingxing's home.

That dining table had made more than a few appearances in the live broadcasts.

Still, others raised new doubts.

This was just a photograph after all, and anyone could easily screenshot a moment from the live stream and post it on Weibo to impersonate Song Wanning.

Despite everyone questioning the authenticity of the account, within the span of a few hours, the profile named "Song the Vase" had already gained 180,000 followers.

Crowds of people were leaving comments demanding urgently that "Song the Vase"—whom they assumed to be an impostor pretending to be Song Wanning—come out and offer an explanation.

Since Song Wanning had been busy with other matters, she had never bothered to reply.

Consequently, public opinion gradually fermented, with people tagging members of the Wen family and others, demanding they step forward to bear witness.

Naturally, nobody came forward.

If the account was fake, they certainly were not going to drive traffic to some imposter known as Song the Vase.

And if it were real, people would be even less inclined to acknowledge it.

Another group attempted to tag Wen Jingxing’s account, only to discover, to their utter bewilderment, that neither of the married couple seemed to have a Weibo account at all!

Ultimately, they had no choice but to tag the official Weibo account of the Wen Corporation instead.

Song Wanning shook her head as she read through the comments. Netizens nowadays truly were a "helpful" bunch.

Inside the corporation, no employees came forward to confirm anything because they were unsure themselves.

Yet this was the first time netizens had encountered such an incident, and everyone was discussing it with great enthusiasm.

As the person at the center of the gossip, Song Wanning was enjoying the spectacle immensely when suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside, growing closer and closer to her bedroom door.

Glancing left and right, she realized she had run out of time. Desperate, she dived straight under the covers, phone and all.

The next second, she heard the bedroom door push open, followed by Wen Jingxing’s voice, "A-ning, get up and drink your hangover soup."

This was a disaster! She had just forgotten to lock her phone screen. Song Wanning remained completely motionless, desperately hoping to ride it out.

Then, she felt the edge of the blanket being pulled by a large hand.

Receiving no response, Wen Jingxing pulled the blanket down to Song Wanning’s neck.

He found her little face flushed red, and a faint glow seemed to be emanating from beneath the covers.

Gently lifting the blanket, he discovered that Song Wanning was still clutching her phone, the Weibo app open on the screen.

"Even when you're drunk, you're still thinking about your phone? Is this thing really that great?"

For Song Wanning, a newcomer to the modern era, everything was still utterly fascinating.

Wen Jingxing took the phone away, and as his eyes accidentally swept over the comments Song Wanning had been reading, his face darkened instantly. How could anyone dare to say such things about his A-ning?!

"A-ning, wake up first and drink the soup."

Silently putting the phone aside, Wen Jingxing tried to coax Song Wanning into drinking the soup once more. Ultimately, half-persuaded and half-resigned, Song Wanning allowed Wen Jingxing to personally feed her the soup spoonful by spoonful.

To avoid letting Wen Jingxing discover that she was already wide awake, she endured it!

Before long, the bowl was empty. With a soft compliment about how obedient she was, Wen Jingxing gently coaxed Song Wanning back to sleep in a tender voice.

This time, Song Wanning’s face turned red all the way down to her neck.

Right before leaving, Wen Jingxing whispered, "I will always remember the things you told me with your own lips tonight, and you mustn't forget them either."

With those words, he left the room.

Hearing this, Song Wanning sat straight up in shock. Just what on earth had she promised Wen Jingxing after getting drunk tonight?!

From the very beginning, she had never understood why she had ended up drunk when she was clearly only drinking juice.

The truth was, Song Wanning had known all along that her beverage had been switched.

Upon returning to his room, Wen Jingxing unlocked his phone, logged into Weibo, searched directly for Song Wanning's account name, and hit the follow button without hesitation.

A-ning had actually secretly created a Weibo account, and if he hadn't happened to see it just now, he never would have known!

He needed to keep a close eye on her activities at all times.

With his mind occupied entirely by Song Wanning, Wen Jingxing seemed to have forgotten that he was still logged into the official Weibo account of the Wen Corporation.

In an instant, the internet exploded.

[No way, no way! Song Wanning herself has personally stepped into the arena to play along with the meme and call herself 'Song the Vase'!]

[Even the official Wen Corporation account is following her; this account is definitely the real deal, sisters, charge!]

[As expected, whether a man is bad has nothing to do with how much money he has in his pockets.]

[Song Wanning must be the happiest woman in the world! Young Master Wen actually cooked for her personally!]

The moment the official account hit the follow button, it was caught by sharp-eyed netizens, who immediately screenshotted it as proof. "Song the Vase" might actually be Song Wanning herself after all!

While the matter caused an uproar across the internet, the two people involved were both sleeping soundly.

And there was no telling how many stormy waves this event would stir up in the hearts of others, such as members of the Wen family, Gu Yan, or Song Xin and her peers.

On the morning of the twentieth day.

The weather today was exceptionally fine, without a single cloud in the sky.

It was also the warmest day since the arrival of the cold snap, making it ideal for an outing.

Early in the morning, Li Weiwei sent a message in the group chat instructing all the guests to gather at the Capital Amusement Park by nine o'clock, where their care-satisfaction scores would be announced.

This park boasted the most advanced equipment and complete facilities, and it was the dreamland in the hearts of countless children.

Naturally, the admission tickets were very expensive.

However, during the morning gathering, Jiang Mingzhao arrived fashionably late. Upon seeing him, Shen Yue finally lacked her usual enthusiasm.

Standing off to the side, Song Wanning was still feeling somewhat drowsy. Catching sight of this scene, she finally perked up a little—it looked like someone was destined to suffer today.

Standing beside her, Nan Yan nudged Song Wanning's arm and asked, "Wanning, did you know you've already become a massive trending sensation online?"

"Really? I don't think so." Song Wanning pondered it for a moment. Surely that handful of likes and follows didn't qualify as taking the entire internet by storm, did it?

She had no idea what had happened on Weibo afterward, as the servers had crashed yet again.

Just then, Li Weiwei spoke up.

"Alright, everyone, please quiet down. Let's make sure no one is late next time. Now that everyone has arrived, we will proceed to announce your respective scores."

As soon as she made this announcement, the crowd instantly quieted down.

"First of all, let's announce the guest group that will be receiving a penalty."

She went straight to the point without any preamble.

Shen Yue was taken aback. This time around, there were actually guests who needed to be punished?

That shouldn't be right; she had given Jiang Mingzhao a perfect score.

Moreover, given the intimate dynamics among the other three groups, such a situation should have been even less likely to occur!