Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 124: At First, Xie Qingci Loved Me Deeply...

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: At First, Xie Qingci Loved Me Deeply...

This story ends here.

So melodramatic, incredibly melodramatic, Yu Xia had to munch on five packs of chips to suppress her melodramatic spirit.

Isn’t this the kind of TV drama with forty or fifty episodes that you just can’t stop watching?

It’s just that these guys’ acting isn’t as good as the previous two, the biggest laugh was almost at those two almost bursting cardigans.

"Who do you think is the saddest one?"

Ning Yunchao: "It has to be that little pink one! If I were her, I’d want to beat those two scumbags to death! What was her name again, Pink Powder?"

Pei Lu: "Hongfen? Hongfen? Hongfen?"

Chi Qiao shook his head: "What if it’s a dialect name?"

Xie Qingci raised an eyebrow: "So if the saddest person in this story is what we need to figure out, our biggest challenge is actually guessing the name correctly?"

"Why don’t we just ask," Yu Xia blew on her fingers, intending to call over the little pink one, "Pink brother, yes, you, come over for a second."

The little pink brother was sniffling and busy hitting the scumbags, completely ignoring them.

She clicked her tongue: "Looks like he can’t tell us. There’s definitely a catch, for sure."

The saddest person is probably this guy.

"It’s okay," Xie Qingci said, "there’s no rule saying we can only guess once, when it comes to this person, we just need to try a few more times."

Yu Xia continued to munch on chips, nodding in agreement.

"Right, let’s go, and accidentally run into the next bit of gossip. Do you guys want to come too?"

"Sure, sure," He Mingjie was happy to join them, "we’re not competing for a ranking anyway, more people just make gossip better."

Everyone’s the same, the love for gossip is ingrained in the genes, if those performers could act in one place, they could sit there all afternoon without moving, munching on sunflower seeds, heads spinning with the gossip.

Just like Yu Yue.

She suddenly laughed, meeting the others’ eyes, coughing, she said: "I suddenly remembered my nephew, he’s also quite fond of gossip."

Xie Qingci lightly raised an eyebrow and joined in: "Yu Xia’s nephew should be quite young, right?"

"Young, but it doesn’t stop him from watching drama," she suppressed her laughter, "a couple of years ago, I took him out to buy ice cream, and on the way home, we ran into a couple arguing. He refused to be dragged away, and only after the ice cream had melted all over his hands did he leave, almost crying."

After all, with parents like a domineering CEO and a charming intellectual, it’s hard to understand how Yu Yue turned out like a village idiot.

She casually covered her finger with a chip hat, and when talking about Yu Yue, her tone was gentle and smiling, somewhat different from usual.

Xie Qingci listened intently, trying to picture that scene in his mind through a few simple descriptions.

He had only seen her seductive, capable, and cold side, never her completely relaxed, easygoing, and gentle side.

He was quite curious, a bit eager to see her treat him the same way.

After just a bit of banter the third story arrived.

Coincidentally, the other two groups were nearby and came together when they saw them, chatting about the story they just saw.

"Was the story you saw melodramatic, Shu Ran?"

Shu Ran waved her hand dismissively: "The melodrama level was okay, in a nutshell, it was about a white moonlight and a stand-in romance, and then a chase-wife crematorium."

Pei Lu curiously asked: "What’s a chase-wife crematorium?"

Wei Yaoyao, having just stolen a pack of chips from Xie Qingci, happily explained while munching: "I know this one; it’s when the guy acts like a jerk while his girlfriend is around, regrets it after she leaves, and desperately tries to win her back, but the girl doesn’t care anymore."

He stuffed two chips into his mouth and his eyes darted around before saying, "For example, at first Xie Qingci was... ouch! My chips!"

Xie Qingci, with no expression, snatched them away: "Confiscated."

Yu Xia joyfully continued eating, her eyes curving with amusement, not caring at all, while Xie Qingci seethed.

Wei Yaoyao casually brushed off the crumbs from his hands and attempted to sling his arm around Xie Qingci’s shoulder, only to be shrugged off.

"Ah, it’s nothing. It’s always either a guy or a girl; I won’t bring up examples with Shu Ran or Yu Xia, it’s easy to understand. Don’t worry, I could never like you, just don’t overthink it."

Xie Qingci elbowed him, successfully making him wail for another two minutes.

[Xie Qingci: I, a good man of the house, why do I biao bump into me]

[Wuwuwu I like Wei Yaoyao even more, he’s so entertaining]

[At first Xie Qingci loved me so much, but I didn’t cherish him, lost him, I wasn’t going to try to get him back, but for the sake of that pack of chips, I had to do what came after... ]

[Oh my god, this could be a hit drama script, hurry up and write it up and find someone to shoot it]

[Yu Xia’s enjoying this too much, making me want to buy a pack of chips to eat as well]

[Song Xi has been so quiet these past few days, has he not recovered from being sick?]

[Xie Qingci is really like a pure maiden, one who doesn’t speak but is incredibly stubborn hahaha]

[Sizzle, Xie Qingci’s arms, Xie Qingci’s back, Xie Qingci really has long legs, Xie Qingci’s abs, Xie Qingci’s mouth, Xie Qingci really is incredibly handsome~]

[Whenever you see a handsome boy, your literary blood surges, not even the Jade Emperor can stop you from spouting poetry]

[I find the chemistry between Xie Qingci and Yu Xia again, the snacks wholesaler because the wife loves chips × silly and sweet chip loyalist, heavens, how exciting]

[If silly and sweet persona fits Xie Qingci better, how about the "desire" CP? Playboy sister playing with the silly naive brother ooh ooh ooh / excited stomp. jpg]

[This CP name is bound to be banned, tut tut tut]

After some giggling and joking, Yu Xia signaled "shh" and reminded everyone to quiet down for the gossip.

This time, the two guys performing were sitting, one had a sign on his head saying "male", while the other wore a long wig, making their genders obvious.

This story was more tragic, starting with only cries instead of words; amidst his sobbing, the male began to shout.

"How did we get to this point, why?"

The wig-wearing girl silently shook her head, "I’m so tired, I don’t want to keep going."

The guy reached out and grabbed those big hands on the table, pleading, "Don’t do this, don’t our past seven years count for anything? Seven years, and every day we’ve been so loving. Can you really bear to?"

"Loving? I don’t think so," the wig-wearing girl said with pain, "these seven years have been torture! I had to monitor you waking up early to make breakfast, making late-night snacks, supervising you doing the dishes after meals, bathing after washing clothes, visually inspecting your mopping... do you think I wouldn’t be tired?!"