Some time ago, Zheng Nanfeng and Ji Xiaoli went out together. They always wore masks and basically kept it from others.
However, they were spotted when signing the documents for buying a building. The person who had been promoted to the headquarters manager had already guessed their identities.
"Hey, look! They're on the hot search. I heard Ji Xiaoli might be in trouble?"
Halfway through work, the manager suddenly heard the names of Zheng Nanfeng and Ji Xiaoli and was quite surprised.
"Come on! Isn't Ji Xiaoli's show doing well? Some people even won awards. How could there be any trouble?"
Since there were always people gossiping in the sales office, when they heard the new news, naturally everyone gathered around.
"I heard that Ji Xiaoli has already passed away! Otherwise, there's no way she could have been out of the spotlight for so long!"
Hearing these rumors, the manager, who was promoted by Ji Xiaoli himself, naturally didn't want to listen anymore.
"Just focus on your work and stop gossiping. Who told you that Ji Xiaoli has passed away?"
Originally, as an intern, he had become a manager within a few days and held a high position.
Now, this former intern-turned-department manager had gained prestige in the sales hall.
What he said carried weight.
"We're sorry. We won't do it again."
A few people stuck out their tongues, but then they started gossiping again about how this person managed to sell so many houses.
The rumors didn't just spread in the real - estate sales group but also in the hospital.
After all, Ji Xiaoli had been noticed when she entered the VIP ward before.
Since only a limited number of people were allowed into the VIP ward, many people thought Ji Xiaoli must be seriously ill and that it was all a cover - up.
"What did you say? I'm already dead?"
Ji Xiaoli, who was munching on an apple, almost choked on it.
What on earth was going on?
She was just sitting there, enjoying her food, while people outside were acting as if she was on her deathbed.
Some people who were trying to ride on the wave of the rumor even started posting black - and - white photos of Ji Xiaoli with the word "RIP" on them.
Even when Ji Xiaoli opened her WeChat Moments, she could see a few acquaintances posting such pictures.
"Have I become 'socially dead'?"
Ji Xiaoli put the apple aside, wiped her hands, and decided to clarify the matter.
Zheng Nanfeng also found it a bit absurd. Although the public relations department had already noticed this, Zheng Nanfeng hadn't taken it very seriously.
He never expected it to escalate like this in just one day.
"Maybe you can use my Weibo to clarify?"
Zheng Nanfeng said as he took out his phone.
After all, some people on the Internet were saying that Ji Xiaoli's phone had been controlled by the company and that the company was trying to make money off a dead Ji Xiaoli.
Ji Xiaoli thought it made sense. Whether she posted on her own phone or Zheng Nanfeng's, it should be okay.
So soon, everyone saw a selfie that Ji Xiaoli posted on Zheng Nanfeng's Weibo.
In the selfie, Ji Xiaoli was sitting on the hospital bed. Although she looked a bit weak, her face was still rosy.
There was no sign of the so - called terminal illness or death that people were talking about on the Internet.
"I heard I've already 'socially died'?"
These simple words and the simple photo made it clear to everyone that Ji Xiaoli was fine.
After putting down the phone, Ji Xiaoli thought the matter was over, and Zheng Nanfeng also thought it should have come to an end.
"Look at this photo. The lighting in it seems a bit off!"
Suddenly, a self - proclaimed "analysis expert" spread this news.
The direction of the light on the photo had been marked with lines. After a few comparisons, it was found that the light on Ji Xiaoli's face was very strange.
It didn't seem like it was from a normal light source.
"This is just my guess. Look at Ji Xiaoli's eyes in this photo. Don't they seem a bit unfocused?"
Before the on - lookers could figure out what was going on, this person posted an enlarged photo.
All the photos were posted, and everyone was guessing what this person was trying to say. Then, an expert immediately jumped in.
"I know! This looks like a staged photo of a dead person. Maybe Zheng Nanfeng posted this Weibo after Ji Xiaoli died."
These words sent a chill down people's spines.
According to what this blogger said, Ji Xiaoli was already dead when the photo was taken.
Zheng Nanfeng posted the photo just to ride on Ji Xiaoli's popularity.
"What is this? Don't they use filters when taking photos? Isn't the lighting quite natural?"
Ji Xiaoli stared at the phone screen in disbelief.
In this day and age, did anyone really take photos without a beauty filter?
Moreover, the lighting she used at that time was just a bit of light from her phone to make her face look less gloomy.
But she never expected that in the eyes of these paranoid people, it meant she was already dead.
"What's wrong with my eyes? Can't I wear contact lenses?"
Ji Xiaoli felt like she was truly "socially dead".
As long as people on Weibo thought you were dead, you were dead.
Zheng Nanfeng beside her was almost laughing out loud. He never expected these people to have such strange ideas.
Ji Xiaoli had even come out in person to clarify, but there were still people who thought the Weibo was posted by him.
Even more ridiculously, they thought it was a staged photo of Ji Xiaoli's body.
"Come on, stop looking at those people. You know they don't do anything productive."
Zheng Nanfeng casually took the phone out of Ji Xiaoli's hand.
He didn't even need to look to know that she was looking at the news about her selfie.
"Who would have thought this would happen? Oh my god!"
Ji Xiaoli now regretted listening to Zheng Nanfeng and posting on his phone.
Now, everyone was talking about conspiracy theories.
"Don't worry about it for now. Wait until you're fully recovered, and then you can face them directly."
Zheng Nanfeng knew that no matter what Ji Xiaoli did at this moment, people would doubt her motives.
Some people would even suspect that whatever he did was to test the popularity Ji Xiaoli had in life.
They were just some unscrupulous journalists, but Ji Xiaoli took it quite seriously.
"Make a note of all the marketing accounts that said I'm dead today and find out which company they belong to!"
Ji Xiaoli was so angry that she felt her nose was about to burst.
It was okay. Since these companies were spreading slander, she wasn't helpless.
She would make sure that these marketing accounts would only be able to talk about this kind of nonsense for the rest of their lives.
These people did nothing productive all day but tried to dig out others' dark histories. They were really disgusting.