My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation Ch. 72

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So, the employees working overtime that weekend were left staring in confusion as their boss bolted out of the office like a gust of wind.

Employees: ???

Jiang Yiqing couldn't be bothered to find another place to sit. Plus, he didn't want Wen Xiuyan to have trouble spotting him, so he just hung around outside the restaurant, watching the drama unfold.

Mei Qian was still there, sitting on the ground and wailing. Not to be dramatic, but she really had taken a nasty fall—her arms and legs were covered in scrapes.

A waiter cautiously approached. "Ma'am, let me help you up first."

"Agh! Go away! It hurts like hell!" Mei Qian was tearing up, too pained to keep up any kind of elegant, high-society image. She snapped, "This is all your fault! Who the hell mopped the floor? It's way too slippery! Now look what happened to me!"

The waiter looked helpless. Their floors were spotless and definitely not slippery, okay? She totally just lost her footing. But, of course, he couldn't say that out loud. He could only suck it up and accept his bad luck.

Moments later, a man who looked like the manager rushed over, apologizing profusely and offering all kinds of discounts. He even called a doctor to treat her injuries.

It was unclear whether Mei Qian calmed down because of the manager's words or the discounts, but her expression softened a bit.

She hobbled to a sofa with some help, and soon, a doctor arrived to take care of her wounds.

Mei Qian winced and gritted her teeth in pain. Frustrated, she called Zhou Ding to complain about her injuries.

But Zhou Ding was already in a bad mood. He had no patience to comfort her and snapped, "If you still have the energy to call me, it's probably not that serious."

Mei Qian: ...

She was livid but didn't dare to throw a tantrum. Her face darkened as she hung up.

At that point, Jiang Yiqing lost interest in the drama. More importantly, Wen Xiuyan had just texted that he had arrived. Damn, that was fast.

Jiang Yiqing hurried outside and immediately spotted the sharply dressed man. Was it just his imagination, or did Wen Xiuyan's hair look a little messier than usual?

Either way, he was still so handsome it was distracting.

Jiang Yiqing hopped into the passenger seat, completely unaware that Wen Xiuyan, when he wasn't looking, casually ran a hand through his hair to fix what the wind had messed up.

As their car slowly pulled away, neither of them noticed Mei Qian in the distance, staring in disbelief.

Already pissed off from Zhou Ding's attitude, she suddenly had no patience for getting her wounds treated.

Frowning, she snapped at the doctor, "Forget it, don't bother."

Then, she stood up and hobbled away, leaving behind a doctor and manager both completely dumbfounded.

Well... if she didn't want treatment, that was her problem, not theirs.

Mei Qian struggled out of the restaurant, and as fate would have it, the moment she reached the entrance—she saw Jiang Yiqing.

The moment Mei Qian saw Jiang Yiqing's face, she got even more pissed. In her mind, it was totally his fault—he must have jinxed her or something. That's why she'd been in a bad mood and ended up tripping.

She conveniently forgot that, just moments ago, she was blaming the restaurant's waiter for making the floor too slippery.

In short, seeing Jiang Yiqing right now was seriously ruining her day.

But then she remembered—he had completely lost his rights to the Zhou family inheritance. That thought alone made her feel a whole lot better.

She scoffed, straightened her clothes, and was just about to turn and leave when something caught her eye.

Jiang Yiqing had walked across the street... and got into a car.

Not just any car—one that Mei Qian immediately recognized. A car so expensive that even Zhou Ding wouldn't dare dream of buying it.

Jiang Yiqing knew someone who owned that kind of car? No way.

And yet, what happened next shook her even more. The car window slowly rolled down, giving her a quick glimpse of the driver's side profile.

It was familiar—too familiar. A chill ran down her spine. Her whole body stiffened.

Her mind screamed, No. No way.

Seeing Jiang Yiqing get into that car was shocking enough. But realizing who was driving? That stunned her into silence for a solid few minutes.

She stood frozen as the car gradually disappeared from sight. Finally, she snapped out of it, shaking her head and mumbling under her breath, "Impossible... there's no way... How could he possibly know Wen Xiuyan?"

Because the driver—was Wen Xiuyan.

A guy she had always looked down on, thinking he was nothing but a pretty face, was actually sitting in a car with Wen Xiuyan, who was driving him around.

Haha. Yeah right. There was no way this was real. The more likely explanation? She hit her head too hard when she fell and started hallucinating.

Because if this was real...

If it was real, then everything she had done just now—Mei Qian didn't even dare to think about how Zhou Ding would react.

This would be a disaster for both of them.

So, she refused to believe it. Even if it was true, she wasn't going to acknowledge it.

Taking a deep breath, Mei Qian forced herself to stay composed. She took a step forward—

And immediately faceplanted onto the pavement. Again.

Nearby restaurant waiters: "..."

"I swear, she just sucks at walking. And here I thought she was trying to fake an injury."

"Same. I mean, who trips this many times in one day?"

"Should we check on her?"

"Uh... what? I didn't see anything."

"Ahem. Yeah, me neither."

Meanwhile, Wen Xiuyan casually rolled the window back up.

Jiang Yiqing glanced at him. "What were you looking at just now?"

Wen Xiuyan: "Someone was staring at you. I was checking if it was someone you knew."

Jiang Yiqing didn't even need to ask—he already knew exactly who Wen Xiuyan was talking about. He scrunched up his nose slightly but didn't say anything.

Wen Xiuyan immediately picked up on his attitude and wisely dropped the subject. Instead, he handed Jiang Yiqing a tablet.

Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow and glanced over.

"There's still some distance to the restaurant," Wen Xiuyan explained. "You can order in advance so we don't have to wait too long when we get there. The top one on the list is the place we're going to."

Damn, that was thoughtful. Jiang Yiqing didn't bother pretending to be polite—mostly because, yeah, he was actually really hungry.

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