Chapter 30: Brother, Only You Understand Me

In just ten minutes, the only collaborative partner of ZJ registered an account on Weibo and soared to the top of the trending charts, followed by a bold "Explosive" tag!

Countless ZJ fans flocked to Weibo as if they had finally found their home base. Though they were puzzled, it was an official verification, so it couldn't be wrong.

Major influencers with tens of millions of followers and various celebrities began tagging Chen Fan, welcoming him to Weibo and asking if there might be an opportunity to collaborate.

Weibo’s servers were nearly crushed by the sudden surge in traffic. The programmers raced against time, barely managing to keep the system from crashing. The CEO of Weibo was grinning from ear to ear. When luck strikes, even the heavens want to feed you.

...

Chen Fan was unaware of the chaos caused by his simple registration; he was on his way home.

Peng Jiaxin, however, had stumbled upon the trending topic. The reason was simple: her name had appeared in the headlines as well.

#The only partner of the famous musician ZJ, officially verified!!!# Explosive
#Who is this man named Chen Fan?# Explosive
#The only person the partner follows—who exactly is the little princess of Sucheng?# Explosive

As the only person Chen Fan followed, her private account saw a surge in followers, and her notifications were flooded with 99+ messages. Because Chen Fan ignored the ZJ fans, everyone turned their attention to Peng Jiaxin, asking if she knew ZJ and if she could provide them with a photo of him.

Peng Jiaxin couldn't be bothered and simply turned off her direct messages.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."

Peng Jiaxin put away her phone and looked at Chen Fan. "Hubby, you're famous~"
"They're all ZJ's fans. What does that have to do with me, Chen Fan?"
"I suppose so." Peng Jiaxin nodded. "Then if those fans ask who you follow, how will you answer?"
"My wife, of course. Who else would I answer?"

Peng Jiaxin nodded with satisfaction. "And what if those female fans ask for your contact information?"
Chen Fan took out his phone and handed it to her. "Wife, help me turn off the private messages."
"Forget it. I just took a look, and there are all sorts of A-list celebrities and influencers with tens of millions of fans looking to collaborate with you on songs. The money is quite substantial~"

"I have my wife to support me; why would I need that petty cash?"

Chen Fan didn't care, focusing on his driving. If one is going to be a kept man, one should play the part; why get distracted by making money? Are you looking down on my wealthy wife?

"That's true."

Anyway, the money these people offered didn't even amount to the spare change in her bank account. There was no need to tire her husband out for such peanuts.

...

While Chen Fan and his wife were busy warming up their relationship, Zhao Wenji was brought back to his villa by Sister Hong.

Sister Hong said expressionlessly to the bodyguards, "Keep a close eye on him. Don't let him step one foot out of this villa until I give the order."
"Yes!"

Sister Hong glanced at Zhao Wenji, who looked like a corpse. She couldn't be bothered to say more; after giving the instructions, she grabbed her bag and left. She still had to clean up the mess Zhao Wenji had left behind and had no time to console this fool.

Just because President Peng had shown him a little favor a few times, did he really think he was someone important? How dare he!

Once the breach-of-contract penalties for those collaborations were paid, this kid would likely have to move out of the villa anyway. Let him enjoy his last few days of comfort.

After Sister Hong left, the bodyguards hauled Zhao Wenji into his room, taking turns guarding the door in pairs.

Zhao Wenji didn't care if he could leave or not. Having been "abandoned" by Peng Jiaxin, he felt the world had lost all meaning. He lay on the bed, listless, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Jiaxin... why, why is this happening, Jiaxin..."

Suddenly, his phone rang. Zhao Wenji reflexively sat up, but seeing it wasn't Peng Jiaxin, his eyes lost their luster again. He hesitated, then answered; he really needed someone to vent to right now.

"Hello..."
"Brother, let's go out for a drink."

Xiao Sihe was furious. It was bad enough that he had been summoned to the company for no reason and scolded, but he was told that because of him, the Peng Group had terminated all cooperation with their company. In the end, his boss had pointed at his nose and told him to get out.

Xiao Sihe had been fired just like that. A million-dollar salary job was gone, and he was still burdened with mortgage and car payments. Thinking of this gave him a splitting headache.

After leaving the company with his belongings, he cursed Peng Guojun bitterly. How could a grown man be so petty? But there was nothing he could do; he had to accept it. Feeling miserable, he decided to find a drinking buddy he had gotten along with well recently. The hoarse voice on the other end startled him.

Xiao Sihe glanced at his phone. He hadn't dialed the wrong number, had he?

"Buddy, what's wrong with you?"
"I've been dumped."
"The company boss you said had a crush on you?"
"Yes."
"Tsk tsk, that woman has terrible taste."

Xiao Sihe had met Zhao Wenji. They hadn't asked about each other's status, but looking at his face, Zhao Wenji wouldn't lack for women. Yet, that day at the bar, Zhao Wenji had turned down countless girls who came to chat, all for that female boss who had a crush on him.

A man so devoted, only to be abandoned in the end—honestly, it reminded Xiao Sihe of himself.

"Brother, to tell you the truth, my love life hasn't been going well either. Because of that woman, I even got fired from my company."
"...It seems you've had a rough time too."
"Who hasn't?"

Xiao Sihe sat down on the side of the road and lit a cigarette. "Brother, if you don't mind, tell me your story."

There was silence on the other end for a moment, and then, Zhao Wenji told a story that moved Xiao Sihe deeply. It began with that one fleeting glance. A young man with nothing, striving to be near her, to stand by her side in a legitimate way—he had given everything! But in the end, that woman had a change of heart and betrayed him. He had lost everything!

"Brother, you've really been through it."

Zhao Wenji lay on the bed, silent tears streaming down his face. "Thank you, buddy. You're the only one who understands me now."
"By the way, didn't you say you're a celebrity? Since that pair of dogs dared to treat you like this, why don't you livestream online and expose all their disgusting behavior? What you can't do yourself, let the netizens do for you!"

Zhao Wenji's eyes gradually brightened, and he sat up abruptly. "Thank you, buddy! I know what to do now!"

Xiao Sihe replied with a smile, "Don't mention it. I understand you. Let me know when you start the stream, and I'll come by to gift you some support!"
"Yeah!"