At this moment, Ji Xiaoli was sitting in a Lamborghini, looking at all kinds of things on Weibo. Her mind had already started to get muddled.
On the hot search list, overnight, her public image had actually reversed. From being initially seen as a rich second - generation who kept a young lover, she had instantly become the kind of winner of life that all women wanted to be!
An article titled "Which woman doesn't want to be like Ji Xiaoli" had even received tens of thousands of reposts on the hot search.
Ji Xiaoli pressed her throbbing temple and clicked on this article.
To her surprise, the article was of high - quality. It was the kind that "although you know it's flattering, it doesn't feel cloying".
Using a very subtle writing style, the article glossed over the help Ji Xiaoli's family background had provided for her and instead highlighted three key points -
Tell me, which woman doesn't want to win a 60 - million - yuan jackpot in her early twenties?
Tell me, which woman doesn't want the little brother she's been a fan of for three years to take a special interest in her and even play a character from her writing?
Tell me, which woman doesn't want to be able to choose between young lovers and rich second - generations?!
Under these soul - searching questions one after another, the author even let out a strong exclamation: Not just women, tell me, who wouldn't want to have her god - like life?!
...
Ji Xiaoli's temple throbbed even more as she read. She even nodded subconsciously along with the intense emotions in the article.
She scrolled down the article and glanced at the comments. Sure enough, she saw a bunch of "lemon jealous people" as expected.
[Under the lemon tree are lemon fruits. Under the lemon fruits are you and me.]
[Damn it, I'm really and truly envious! Please give me money. I also want to keep my male god!]
[To hell with love. I want 60 million yuan!]
Putting aside these envious, jealous, and hateful comments, there were also some sincere comments on Ji Xiaoli's life -
[Art truly comes from life. The person who wrote "God - like Life" really does have a god - like life.]
[I really can't imagine the happiness of the rich. I'm envious.]
But what surprised Ji Xiaoli even more was that among all the envious comments, she actually saw fans of Zhong Canxi! - And they hadn't even cursed her!
{Zhong Canxi's big eyes: To be honest, if I were rich, I would also keep my brother...}
{Zhong Canxi's long legs: Tell me, which woman doesn't want to be like Ji Xiaoli? And who doesn't want to keep Zhong Canxi?}
Of course, there were also those who cursed her. For example...
{Zhong Canxi's mouth: Everyone, don't be deceived by this bad woman! She actually abandoned my brother and got together with a rich second - generation!! Ah, she actually abandoned my brother!!!}
...
Ji Xiaoli couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw all kinds of funny comments from netizens.
Especially when she saw this bunch of fan IDs related to Zhong Canxi, she almost left a comment saying: Everyone contribute a part, and let's piece together a complete Zhong Canxi?
But Ji Xiaoli didn't do it in the end.
After all, this account of hers had already been dug out by netizens. With today's hot search, her weak, pitiful, and helpless account had suffered another wave of intense attacks.
Just as Ji Xiaoli was about to set to cancel the message reminder, she suddenly found something amazing - she had gained followers?!
And it was five million at once?!
Ji Xiaoli blinked her eyes and stared at the number of her Weibo followers almost in a daze.
There were actually... so many more people...
During the last upsurge, she had had less than 20,000 followers. Now, the number had increased so sharply!
She casually clicked on the comments under her Weibo and saw this kind of tone...
[Mom, come and take a look quickly! I've followed a winner of life!]
When she clicked on the repost area, the tone was like this...
[Repost this lucky koi, and your life will be god - like.]
And the Weibo they reposted was exactly Ji Xiaoli's latest one - a nine - grid selfie.
After observing for a while, a vague thought suddenly popped up in Ji Xiaoli's mind. She thought she might understand what was going on.
She clicked on her phone and was about to call Sister Chun when the screen flashed first.
It was Zheng Nanfeng, the other person involved in this news, who called.
Or rather, he could be called not the "person involved" but the "victim".
Ji Xiaoli cleared her throat and answered the phone. But before she could explain this matter, she heard Mr. Zheng ask first -
"I heard you want to keep me? Hmm?"
"..."
Ji Xiaoli's face instantly darkened.
What was with that slightly rising tone at the end?!
And what was with that tone that was slightly full of joy and expectation?!
Ji Xiaoli was completely confused. Somehow, after just this short sentence from him, she could even imagine him giving a charming smile on the other end of the phone...
"Zheng Nanfeng, listen," Ji Xiaoli rubbed her throbbing temple and replied, trying hard to suppress her anger, "No one wants to keep you. Stay in the hospital properly. Rest more and check Weibo less."
But Mr. Zheng gave another charming smile: "You really don't want to keep me? Hmm?"
Ji Xiaoli: ...
She really wanted to beat him up!!
"No! I don't want to!! Don't believe what's on the Internet. Are you as stupid as they are if they are stupid?!"
After roaring this out, Ji Xiaoli angrily hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Xiaoli felt something was wrong.
Hiss, she was counting on Zheng Nanfeng to help her earn good - luck points now. If she offended him now, what if he didn't let her spend money on him in the future?
No, no!!
The big money - giving daddy had to be coaxed back!
Thinking like this, Ji Xiaoli clicked on the chat interface with Zheng Nanfeng and quickly sent a 2,000 - yuan red envelope.
And she kindly added a message: [Be a good boy. Recover from your illness properly. Don't look at things you shouldn't.]
Looking at the red envelope that hadn't been claimed for a long time on the chat interface, Ji Xiaoli stared at her message repeatedly, and a strange and complex feeling welled up inside her.
That feeling was...
It seemed as if Zheng Nanfeng was really being kept by her...
Ji Xiaoli shivered and immediately shook off this absurd thought.
Now, she had more important things to deal with.
She exited the chat interface. With a few taps of her slender fingers, she clicked on the profile cards of Yuan Fang, Sister Chun, and Brother Xia and added them to a group.
Before the three of them could ask questions, Ji Xiaoli took the initiative -
Lizi: Who wrote this public - relations article?
After all, Ji Xiaoli was already half - way into the entertainment industry, and now she had even acquired an entertainment company. If she couldn't even figure out this kind of thing, she would really be a naive girl.
Sure enough, in less than half a minute, Sister Chun spoke up.
Sister Chun: Report to the boss. It was written by @Brother Xia.