Chapter 394: Chapter 356: Can’t Even Keep the Rice Bowl in the End
Zhuo Yuqing was holding the phone, still reeling from her call with Bai Chengxi, when Liu Lian beside her nudged her: "Hey, I’m asking you, did you go home or not? Who was that on the phone?"
Zhuo Yuqing glanced at her and pursed her lips slightly: "I got married."
Liu Lian’s eyes widened as big as brass bells, incredulously grabbing her shoulders and shaking her vehemently: "Zhuo Yuqing, you got married? You actually got married? When did this happen, you’ve been so secretive, not even telling me, ah ah ah, you’re really not being a good friend."
"Liu Lian, don’t shout, I didn’t mean not to tell you, this just happened a few days ago, I was still figuring out how to tell you."
"Who is it? Tell me, who is it? Who’s the lucky guy who got to marry our Yuqing?" Liu Lian’s professional habit kicked in again, insisting on prying into the details.
"Bai Chengxi." Zhuo Yuqing was now able to say the name Bai Chengxi very naturally, subconsciously accepting the fact that she was married.
Liu Lian’s eyes rolled around: "The CEO of Xingdong Media is also called Bai Chengxi, is it a coincidence or...?"
"It’s him."
It took Liu Lian a while to recover: "You really married the CEO of Xingdong? Oh my god, how did you two even hook up?"
"Alright, no more gossip, hurry to Shengjing District, you might still catch something interesting there." Zhuo Yuqing pulled her to leave, "Where’s your car?"
"It’s parked over there."
Getting into the car, the two dashed straight for the Shengjing District.
"The tip your husband provided must be accurate, Chi Ming is one of his artists after all, but is it really okay for him to betray his own artist like this?" Liu Lian grumbled, "Looks like for the sake of his wife, any subordinate can be sacrificed."
The way Liu Lian mentioned ’husband and wife’ made Zhuo Yuqing feel somewhat uncomfortable; she was well aware that her relationship with Bai Chengxi had not yet reached such an intimate level.
So, she shut her mouth and stopped talking.
By the time they arrived at Shengjing District, it was already past two in the morning. Liu Lian was yawning tirelessly, and Zhuo Yuqing was also struggling to keep her eyes open, so they decided to listen to the midnight radio program.
The host’s voice was gentle and soothing, perfect for midnight healing.
Zhuo Yuqing finished her second can of coffee and looked up casually, just as a black nanny car slowly entered the district, the bright headlights shining from a distance.
"Duck." Zhuo Yuqing quickly pressed Liu Lian’s head down, and after the light from the car lights dissipated, they quietly poked half their heads out.
The door of the nanny car opened, and a man wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a duckbill cap got out. Despite being covered up thoroughly, they recognized him at first glance—it was indeed Chi Ming himself. Accompanying Chi Ming was also a sunglass-wearing woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, tall and slender.
The moment the woman got out of the car, she naturally wrapped her arms around Chi Ming’s. Chi Ming looked down and couldn’t help but kiss her forehead, and together hand in hand they entered Chi Ming’s apartment.
"Holy crap, this is huge news." Liu Lian held her camera and kept clicking the shutter, "We really struck a headline scoop."
Zhuo Yuqing took out her laptop from her bag and began editing the article on the spot.
They waited until daylight, and the woman had not left Chi Ming’s apartment; what happened was naturally self-explanatory.
"This Chi Ming, always flaunting his love publicly, making us think he’s a decent man who’s thoroughly whipped, but who knew he’s such a hypocrite. Just half a year ago, he was doing charity work with his wife, hugging and kissing in front of the cameras, we single folks didn’t know how much dog food we’ve been fed, shameless, totally shameless." Liu Lian sorted through the photos, cursing as she reviewed them.
In fact, when Zhuo Yuqing first got into this line of work, she was involved in exposing the privacy of others and had always thought it was immoral. However, the chief editor was right, as public figures no longer had private space; celebrities were there to entertain the public—if nobody cared about them, whom would they entertain? Moreover, many stars still relied on privacy to stir up publicity.
"Yuqing, have you finished writing?"
"Done."
"Let me edit it and send it upstairs for review, aiming to publish it as early as possible."
After they finished their work, they sent both the manuscript and photos to the editorial reviewer. With a few hours left before work hours, they couldn’t hold out and slept in the car for a while.
Zhuo Yuqing was awakened by her phone ringing. She groggily picked up the phone and saw: "Mom, why are you calling so early?"