Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 374: You’re Dead, Xie Qingci!

"There seems to be a mark on the back of your neck."

Yu Xia immediately turned her head to look, her eyes almost crossed but saw nothing.

"No, could you have mistaken it for the shadow of the leaves over my head?"

Besides, she had checked many times in the mirror before leaving and hadn’t found any suspicious marks on the exposed parts.

Mei ran over, put down the camera, gently moved her low ponytail aside, and then pressed down the back collar of her knitted sweater.

From the nape of the neck down to the scapula, there was a string of dark marks on her fair neck, dense like a tattoo.

Mei hissed and whispered to her, "There’s a lot, sis, even though your hair covers it, it still shows a bit when you tilt your head."

Yu Xia took out her phone from the bag for Mei to take a picture, and when she looked at it—

... Oh my god! Xie Qingci!

She calmly let her hair down and instructed Mei, "Check the previous photos carefully."

Mei nodded, "I will. By the way, sis, have you guys thought about going public early?"

Xie Qingci’s obsession could get exposed at any moment, it seems.

Yu Xia gritted her teeth, "At least until this variety show is over."

"Oh."

Mei didn’t dare to say more and ran away with the camera. He Ci, who was banned within five meters, took off his sunglasses and asked, "What’s going on? Is Yu Xia evolving?"

"Possibly, the ultimate evolution, the kind that eats people," Mei answered.

Yu Xia indeed felt like eating someone up; on the way back, she messaged Xie Qingci to reproach him, confiscating his privilege of overstepping for a week.

Xie Qingci wanted to act pitiful, but she was not soft-hearted at all, warning him, "Don’t make trouble when you’re full."

Xie Qingci could only sullenly agree.

Now even video calls were off the table; he could only collect a couple of photos from her studio’s new post on Weibo during his work breaks.

In a goose-yellow coat with a gentle low ponytail, the loose strands of hair draped over her neck looked fragile and beautiful.

Xie Qingci stared at the photo for quite a while, just saved it in a private album, when someone called him over.

Thanks to the "Infinite Escape" variety show, his popularity had soared once again, naturally attracting more offers.

At this time, Changhui no longer pressed for gradual development and helped him get many good resources, leaving a pile of scripts in the studio.

After a busy day at work, he also went to another place for a personal matter—planning to make an investment.

After carefully checking the contract terms, he signed it while absentmindedly thinking of Yu Xia, who had just messaged him to scold him.

Even though he was still in school, even though his girlfriend was a rich heiress, even though she often oppressed his happiness, he needed to quickly take on the responsibility of providing for the family.

No house, no car, not as much savings as hers, visiting her often felt like a gigolo servicing a wealthy lady at a hotel to lighten life’s burdens, which wasn’t great.

After settling the investment collaboration, he got in the manager’s car to go house-hunting.

The last time he talked to Yu Xia about buying a house, he kept it in mind.

Manager Mr. Yang saw him coming from the car window, sensing his good mood even through a mask, teased him as he started the engine, "Feeling good? Got something assured?"

"Yes." He bent down, slipped into the car, and took a sip of water after removing his mask.

Mr. Yang, turning the steering wheel for a U-turn, laughed, "You’ve been in a great mood these past few days. What happened? Did Yu Xia give you a birthday surprise?"

Xie Qingci smirked, "A little surprise."

He wouldn’t say more; Mr. Yang saw him smiling and texting through the rearview mirror and shook his head, feeling touched.

This is what it’s like to be nurtured by love, he looks radiant and spirited, smiling all the time, even dozing off with a peaceful face, as if life’s worries don’t exist.

Clearly, he’s enjoyed happy days lately.

The house viewing that afternoon was for a villa in the area where Yu Xia had said she owned property. He promptly finalized the deal and then visited another lakeside property area.

After checking out the places, he asked Mr. Yang about the custom-made gown Yu Xia wore on the red carpet.

Mr. Yang was surprised, "You want to buy it? As a gift for her?"

Xie Qingci was also surprised, "Who else would it be for?"

"... I mean, is it really necessary? Female celebrities wear custom-made gowns to prove their resources, usually only wearing them once, and there’ll be no occasion to wear it again."

Xie Qingci didn’t mind, "It doesn’t matter, that custom piece was specially made by the brand, there won’t be a second one, keep it as a keepsake."

Mr. Yang: "Burning through money? You’ve just debuted for a year, you don’t have much money, right?"

"Well, that’s why I’ll just buy this one piece."

Mr. Yang: "..." Oh dear, a man intensely in love lacks reason.

He almost suspects that this person works hard to make money just to buy Yu Xia houses and clothes.

After a day of crazy spending, apart from necessary points to pay attention like paying and choosing, his focus stayed mostly on his phone, even more so in the car, engrossed.

Mr. Yang looked at him like he looked at his wife’s nephew, who was addicted to games, eager to give him a couple of knocks to make him sit up and fix his posture.

Other 21-year-olds get addicted to games, novels, anime; he’s addicted to texting his girlfriend, though they’ve been glued together these days, just parted, and he misses her as if it’s been years.

Mr. Yang, a married man with children, couldn’t comprehend where they had so much to talk about.

What could they discuss? Can "I miss you, you miss me" last all day?

Are they talking acting, work? International news?

He couldn’t guess.

And indeed, he couldn’t guess the content on Xie Qingci’s chat screen.

Xie Qingci: [Can I continue eating fruit when I get back?]

Yu Xia: [You can, the apple’s as big as a sack, won’t choke you.]

Xie Qingci: [I don’t like apples, can I have cherries?]

Yu Xia: [None left.]

Xie Qingci: [Wasn’t there half a pound left yesterday?]

Yu Xia: [I’ll throw them away rather than let you eat them.]

Xie Qingci: [Ah, so cruel.]

Xie Qingci: [Are you really going to rob me of the only way for me to get vitamins?]

Yu Xia: [I think you need a lesson more than vitamins.]

Xie Qingci: [I was really wrong, baby, I’ll be good next time and won’t do such things again]

Yu Xia: [Ha, you think there’ll be a next time, you wish.]

Yu Xia: [Picture]

Xie Qingci: [What’s this?]

Yu Xia: [Your eyes don’t work anymore? It’s the whip we got from the set last time. Weren’t you thinking of getting vitamins? Try another method, it might work too.]

Xie Qingci: [.... On second thought, never mind.]

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PS:

Mr. Yang: You guys discussed health issues all day long???