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Fans who held such thoughts were not few. Within minutes, the hashtag #HeQingqiZhuoZhiwei# climbed into the top ten trending topics, with views and discussions skyrocketing. In the blink of an eye, it entered the top three, just one step away from the number one spot, #WondersDisbands.
Subsequently, #ShouldIdolsDate also made it onto the trending list, sparking widespread debate.
Entertainment Gossip V: Former girl group members He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei announced their marriage news at 8 PM tonight. Fans have angrily denounced their idols for failing in their duties and have declared they’ve unfollowed them. Should idols date?
- “Isn’t the essence of idols selling sexual fantasies? Of course they shouldn’t date.”
- “They shouldn’t. Just thinking about the money I’ve spent on my idol, all going to another woman—even spent in their bed—makes me want to vomit.”
- “The idol industry is different from others. There’s no excuse for idols being unprofessional.”
- “Ridiculous. Does your idol stop being your idol just because they’re dating? I think He and Zhuo going public like this is quite honest and courageous. At least they’re better than those who date and still hide it. I’m a passerby turning into a fan.”
- “I think He Qingqi and Zhuo Zhiwei can’t simply be considered idols anymore. Not to mention He Qingqi, who disappeared for a full half-year last year to shoot a movie that even won an award—it’s clear she’s planning to transition behind the scenes. As for Zhuo Zhiwei, she directly became a Best Actress. Maybe they don’t even care about your little bit of money, and you’re still jumping up and down here. Speechless.”
These comments were relatively rational, but there were also those who, upon seeing their idols in a relationship, left the fandom and retaliated, quickly aligning with haters. They kept spamming the tag #HeQingqiGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry, and some even photoshopped funeral photos of them.
Chai Xu’s face turned red, his hands shaking involuntarily as he held his phone. Giant had disbanded half a year earlier than Wonders, so he was now signed with his own company, spending his days carefree, spouting all kinds of “Chai-speak.”
Seeing those comments, he was almost angry enough to faint. When had his Sister Xi ever suffered such grievances? Just because she was in a relationship, it was as if she was being condemned by everyone.
He rolled up his sleeves, switched to battle mode, and used his main account to confront the haters.
He Qingqi stood on the balcony, hugging Zhuo Zhiwei’s waist from behind, watching her scroll through the comments one by one. She couldn’t help but let out a helpless laugh through her nose. “That guy.”
“He’s becoming more and more uninhibited.”
Zhuo Zhiwei rubbed her cheek against hers. “Birds of a feather flock together. Aren’t you even more willful than he is?”
He Qingqi snorted twice. “Aren’t you as well?” Then she lowered her eyes and smiled, asking, “So many fans have unfollowed us. Do you really have no regrets?”
Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her calmly. “What’s there to regret? As long as our esteemed Miss He still owes me so many roles, I won’t starve.”
Hearing this, He Qingqi licked her lips, a mischievous gleam flashing in her eyes. Her fingers slowly climbed over the soft body in her arms, squeezing those two adorable mounds. She deliberately blew a breath into her ear. “Of course, I won’t let you go hungry…” She didn’t blink, enunciating each word slowly, “Up there, down there, you won’t.”
Zhuo Zhiwei: “!!!”
Making lewd jokes again! She was no longer the cute little pink lion she used to know. Zhuo Zhiwei felt somewhat annoyed, partly at her, partly at herself. Why couldn’t she say such shameless words? She stomped hard on He Qingqi’s foot, glared at her, and returned to the bedroom.
He Qingqi watched her graceful figure, feeling a stirring in her heart. An unnamable fire burned in her chest. She blinked, took big strides to catch up with Zhuo Zhiwei, grabbed her slender wrist, and pressed her onto their large bed. Zhuo Zhiwei half-heartedly resisted but ultimately gave in, drowning with her in the deep sea of passion.
As for the disturbances of the outside world, what did they have to do with them? In this life, Zhuo Zhiwei didn’t care about many people or things. What she cared about and still possessed was the one right in front of her. So what if she ended up broken into pieces? Whatever He Qingqi wanted, she was willing to give.
For some inexplicable reason, she recalled the countless times He Qingqi had pleaded with her before…
These words echoed repeatedly in her mind, over and over.
“Vivi, will you do it yourself for me?”
At first, she was a bit confused. Later, she secretly searched online to see what it meant, feeling only embarrassment and annoyance. And now…
She didn’t know why, but Zhuo Zhiwei heard the crackling sound of fireworks. As if under some spell, she reached her hand down…
With tears in her eyes, fragile and helpless, she searched for that person’s gaze. For a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of fireworks blooming.
—
The die had been cast. No matter how much fans opposed or criticized, the two had already obtained their marriage certificates. After going public, they quietly joined a production and hadn’t appeared in public for a long time.
When they met again, the two had already stepped onto the international stage. Although they were only nominees, the domestic media still praised them highly. The fans who hadn’t unfollowed had calmed down. Since they couldn’t stop loving them, they could only accept it with tears, leaving enthusiastic comments under press releases.
Even the “Excellence” fandom secretly sympathized with the “Milkshake” fandom a bit. At least their idols were still active in front of the camera, unlike He Qingqi, who had completely transitioned and became a director.
Life after going public was very pleasant. He Qingqi no longer had to be separated from her wife, suffering from lovesickness. The two were sweet and affectionate, almost blinding the eyes of the single people in the crew. Once, they tentatively showed off their love on Weibo. After seeing a flood of blessings, He Qingqi couldn’t stop and began feeding the whole nation with their public displays of affection.
He Qingqi V: Woke up late this morning. My wife had to go shoot a commercial and didn’t wait for me. 😔 She only left a table of breakfast she made herself.
Between the lines, one could sense her smugness.
Chai Xu V: Tsk~
Qingqi’s Girlfriend: Tsk~
Braised Lion’s Head: Tsk~ (//@Qingqi’s Girlfriend, Vivi: Feeling offended.)
It seemed everything was back on track.
He Qingqi was still a new director in the country. Zhuo Zhiwei had become a newly crowned Best Actress, at the peak of her career. Her relationship with her father and brother was no longer so strained. Her grandfather was still alive and well. She had fallen in love with a girl again, and this girl loved her back…
She began to enjoy love, always wearing a sweet smile.
Until one day.
He Qingqi had started filming her fourth movie when she received a call from her brother at dusk.
He was acting strangely. After the call connected, he didn’t speak. She could only hear shallow breathing on the other end. He Qingqi waited quietly.
She didn’t know how long had passed. His voice seemed hoarse, as if smoked by cigarettes. She could even imagine her brother half-leaning on his desk, a cigarette between his slender fingers, the crimson glow extinguished in the ashtray.
He said.
“Xuanyao… something happened to her.”
One second, two seconds… The surroundings seemed to quiet down in an instant. She heard her own heartbeat, exceptionally fast and loud. He Qingqi blinked slowly, her voice impossibly calm.
“What did you say?”
As if she couldn’t believe what she had heard.
She had long since come to terms with that relationship. She had never forgiven Fang Xuanyao, but there wasn’t a moment when she wished her dead.
After all, she was someone she had once loved.
She hated her, but she still hoped that she could live somewhere else in the world, living in regret for losing her love for the rest of her life.
Her nose tingled with tears, but she stubbornly swallowed all her choking sobs. Her fingers trembled slightly.
He Qingzhou closed his eyes, swallowing all his grief. He looked out the window, desolate like the smoke rising into the air.
“If you have time, come home on Sunday to attend her funeral.”
“I don’t have time.”
He Qingqi lowered her gaze and hung up the phone.
Zhuo Zhiwei looked at her with concern. “What’s wrong?”
He Qingqi turned to look at her, silent and dazed, allowing Zhuo Zhiwei to pull her into her arms. Suddenly, it began to rain outside, droplets shattering on the bluestone path—one drop, two drops… and within moments, it turned into a downpour. He Qingqi closed her eyes, finally unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face, a powerless breath escaping from her throat.
“She’s dead.”
Who “she” was went without saying.
On Monday, it drizzled continuously.
He Qingqi wore a black coat, holding an umbrella. In her other hand, she held a bouquet of white lilies. Following the information she had gathered from Chai Xu, she walked for a long time and finally arrived at Fang Xuanyao’s grave.
The woman in the photo was in black and white. There was no smile at the corner of her mouth. Her sharp eyes still revealed her arrogance in life.
For a moment, she genuinely wished that she could say a word to her, even if it was calling her “Qingqi”… that would be okay.
He Qingqi silently looked at the unfamiliar and cold tombstone, still unable to accept that the arrogant and heartless woman she once knew was buried here. Her throat tightened, various complex emotions flashing in her eyes.
She lowered her gaze, her lips moving slightly. After a long time, she found her voice and sighed.
“Death ends all. Our grudges can be considered settled.”
“Perhaps you’ve just returned.” She murmured softly, then asked again, “Right?”
No one answered her, only the rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves.
He Qingqi offered the lilies in her hand, meeting the eyes in the photo. “I won’t come here again.”
“I wish you all the best in another world.”
“Goodbye.”
He Qingqi held the long umbrella, her other hand in her pocket, leaving her without any hesitation.
Just like Fang Xuanyao had done, she didn’t look back even once.
—
Life went on as usual. The dead would only remain in memories. The shadow of Fang Xuanyao’s death gradually dissipated. No one couldn’t live without someone else, especially since this person was just an ordinary friend to them.
Only in the first few days after Fang Xuanyao’s death did the resurrected He Qingqi show vague signs of sadness. Later on, having died once herself, she didn’t find it so frightening. Since she could be reborn, didn’t that prove that souls might actually exist?
Whether Fang Xuanyao had returned to another time and space or was reincarnated, it had nothing to do with her. That person was the one who had ruined her life.
He Qingqi continued to live peacefully. Her fifth movie was nearing completion. On the day filming wrapped up, she drank a little wine. After returning to her room, she leaned on the balcony railing, quietly gazing at the night sky.
Zhuo Zhiwei gently pushed open the balcony door, holding two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine, gesturing to He Qingqi.
“Want to have a drink?”
Such a familiar feeling…
He Qingqi stared at her for a moment, blinked twice, and nodded with a smile. “Sure.”
They drank quietly like that. Looking at her wife, whose features were as delicate as a painting, He Qingqi suddenly felt that heaven had been so kind to her. She had a family who loved her, a wife. Even though she had made the wrong choice once, she still had a chance to start over.
And this person was someone she had once wronged.
She still owed her a sentence.
He Qingqi cleared her throat, her warm eyes looking at Zhuo Zhiwei. “Vivi, can you say something to me?”
Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned. “What is it?”
“Would you hate someone just because they are the child of a mistress?”
Zhuo Zhiwei instantly understood what she meant. Her eyes filled with affection, and suddenly she smiled like cherry blossoms blooming in April, indulgently repeating the words.
“I wouldn’t,” He Qingqi said.