Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 238: #Xie Qingci Likes Yu Xia#

Xie Qingci’s behavior inevitably made people think more, and the number of comments in the live stream increased sharply, all discussing how Xie Qingci likes Yu Xia.

The few comments like "maybe it’s not unrequited love but something fishy is already going on" were buried at the bottom, hardly noticed by anyone.

Soon, the hashtag #Xie Qingci Likes Yu Xia# quickly shot up to the top of trending topics with the help of various parties.

This sort of thing counts as a minor yet significant unfavorable scandal for Xie Qingci, and those who had long wanted to suppress his momentum worked tirelessly to push this topic up.

When He Ci saw this trending topic, he was quite emotional.

He didn’t know whether to criticize Xie Qingci for exposing himself so quickly, or to praise him as a model boyfriend.

Who else’s boyfriend would instinctively take something from his partner’s mouth for fear she might get burnt? In this chaotic entertainment industry with dozens or even hundreds of couples, you wouldn’t find someone this considerate.

Fortunately, there’s only one with such a love-struck brain. If Yu Xia were like Xie Qingci, the trending topic would already be #Yu Xia and Xie Qingci Dating Bombshell#.

He Ci clicked his tongue twice, thinking Yu Xia must have accumulated great merit in her past life to have such a devoted man desperately in love with her in this one.

Oh, and a brother who spoils her unconditionally.

A total winner in life.

He refreshed the page, and the trending topic disappeared.

It should have been pulled down by Changhui, not wanting to blow it up from the start.

He Ci felt complicated, looking at the video again, Yu Xia was holding a bowl, eating the last few dumplings, so focused that her face was almost buried in it, showing no embarrassment about being liked by a partner.

He Ci: "..." Damn it, can this artist not eat so much!

In the program.

During the later dumpling-eating time, everyone was relatively silent.

Ling Luo could occasionally chat with Yu Xia, but Luo Sheng and Xie Qingci truly had nothing to say.

Crucially, Xie Qingci looked like he had no intention of chatting, eating the dumplings one bite at a time.

Eating without appetite, his mind elsewhere.

Luo Sheng sighed, finished the dumplings in his cup, and went to fish for more in the basin.

It was already past six in the evening, the light dimmed, and the world was shrouded in a blurry backdrop, making everyone look hazy.

Luo Sheng squinted to fish out two dumplings, but was stopped by Xie Qingci.

"There aren’t many left, let’s share a few with... with them."

Luo Sheng glanced towards his girlfriend’s side, automatically translating the sentence — leave them for Yu Xia.

"Okay." He called Yu Xia and Ling Luo over and divided the dumplings, intending to chat a bit more.

"How are you going to make money? By tomorrow noon, we need to double our cash, we have about twenty bucks, which is relatively easy, but we haven’t figured out what to do."

Yu Xia took a sip of soup and said, "When we got the mission card, we had a hundred and forty-eight bucks."

Ling Luo was shocked, "Over a hundred?! Where did that come from?"

Luo Sheng was more surprised at the amount they had to earn: "Then you need to make over a hundred, right? How are you planning to do it?"

Yu Xia: "My brother sponsored a hundred, and the speaker on the drone said a little bit of cash sponsorship was allowed."

Ling Luo worried for them: "Then you might as well not have taken that hundred bucks, now you have to make over a hundred, it’s very difficult. The pursuers already know we are around here, we might get caught on the way to make money tomorrow."

"No, no, no, how can you think of it like that," Yu Xia had a completely different idea, "You can’t just give up money because it’s hard to earn. Think about it, maybe precisely because it increased the difficulty of the task, we might earn an amount tomorrow that we never dared to imagine before."

Luo Sheng then asked: "So, how are you planning to earn? Do you have any ideas?"

He didn’t even bother asking the aloof Xie Qingci next to him, directly taking Yu Xia as the decision-maker.

Yu Xia popped a dumpling into her mouth, didn’t speak for a moment, and just raised one finger.

Ling Luo gasped, "You even charge a dollar for consulting fees? What a bandit, sister!"

"..." Yu Xia swallowed the dumpling, glanced at her silently, "I didn’t mean that originally, but thank you for giving me a new idea."

Ling Luo sheepishly shut her mouth.

She said, "First let me ask, can you draw, or write calligraphy or something?"

Luo Sheng and Ling Luo both shook their heads.

Yu Xia revealed a smile: "That’s good. Now, there’s a great money-making opportunity in front of you, it’s up to you to decide if you want to grab it."

Luo Sheng felt she sounded like a multi-level marketing person, just waiting for fools to throw money at her.

Then Ling Luo excitedly asked, "What’s the way?"

"Xie Qingci can draw, and I can write some small regular script. We plan to sell paintings. Think about it, the tools require capital, right? Working overtime requires labor costs, right? The paintings themselves hold value, right? So, selling a painting for fifty bucks isn’t too much, right?"

Ling Luo thought for a moment, looked at Luo Sheng: "Seems, not too much, huh?"

Luo Sheng directly asked: "What do you want us to do?"

Yu Xia put down her bowl and chopsticks, Xie Qingci instinctively started cleaning up. Watching his smooth movements, she hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Like you said, the pursuers already know we’re around here, they could catch us at any moment, so we can’t stay in one place too long, especially a crowded place. But these paintings, require a crowd to sell well. So I’m giving you a distribution agency right."

It almost seemed like a big company setting up a meeting with distributors, when in fact, she just wanted them to help sell paintings.

Luo Sheng understood: "You want us to help sell paintings, right? Can we get a share? How much?"

"Five bucks per painting."

Ling Luo raised her voice, "A painting sells for fifty and you give us just five?!"

"If you could paint, we’d only pay a five-buck commission for selling it too. You don’t pay for capital or labor, just spend a bit of saliva, isn’t that good?" Yu Xia spoke leisurely, with the confidence of having everything under control.

"Besides, you only need to make about twenty bucks, four or five paintings will do, while we have to earn over a hundred. Painting four or five in a night is quite exhausting."

After saying the nice words, she threw in a bit of tough talk.

"Just say yes or no. If not, we disband immediately. Opportunities like this, with money falling from the sky, are hard to come by."

No wonder her brother described her as a purebred capitalist. Yu Xia was starting to feel she indeed fit that description well.

Luo Sheng and Ling Luo discussed for a moment and decided to hop on their pirate ship.

"Alright, we’ll work with you."

After they discussed, Xie Qingci had almost finished packing up the trash and other stuff, picked up their things, and said: "It’s dark, let’s go back."

The awkwardness was carried away by the wind, Yu Xia nodded calmly, and while Xie Qingci went to get the helmet, she glanced at the pitiful Ling Luo and said to him:

"Let me take Ling Luo, this bike can only fit two people, you walk back with Luo Sheng, okay?"

Xie Qingci had planned to do that anyway, but when handing over the helmet, he put on an act of "reluctant acceptance."

But those eyes, looking at Yu Xia, clearly weren’t showing reluctance, rather they seemed to say—

Sister, I’ve been terribly wronged, you’ve got to comfort me properly.

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ps: Gentle and virtuous wife Xie Honghong (fake) × Dominant family head Yu Xia (real) hahaha