“Marriage? Registering abroad tomorrow?” Xia Ke looked incredulously at the intertwined Xia Yuan and Meng Xiyue.
He understood the proposal, but such a significant matter as marriage had not been discussed with him at all by his sister.
Xia Yuan quickly reassured Xia Ke, “Brother, even after I get married, I’m still your sister; nothing will change.”
Xia Ke glanced at Meng Xiyue, who had a gentle expression, and thought, nothing will change? The difference is huge!
Looking again at his troublesome sister, who was currently exchanging affectionate glances with Meng Xiyue, Xia Ke felt a pang in his heart.
Xia Yuan was pinched lightly by Meng Xiyue, and she looked at her, noticing the seriousness in Meng Xiyue’s delicate features. She obediently withdrew her hand, knowing that Meng Xiyue was about to discuss something important with her brother.
Meng Xiyue took out the prepared documents from her bag and handed them to Xia Ke.
At first, Xia Ke paid little attention, but as he read further down, the usually composed Xia Ke couldn’t help but show surprise, his expression becoming complex: “What is this?”
It was a share transfer agreement, transferring 15% of N.S’s shares to Xia Yuan without compensation.
Xia Yuan’s name was signed on it.
His sister might not understand what this meant, but Xia Ke was very clear; N.S had subtly become a leader in City S, and with Meng Xiyue being so young and in power, the future of N.S was immeasurable. Now, N.S had become a hot commodity in the stock market.
This 15% stake was worth billions in RMB, not to mention that N.S still had room for growth.
Now, it was being given away to his sister for free, how could Xia Ke not be shocked?
Meng Xiyue sat upright, her expression calm, “This is my guarantee. You are Xia Yuan’s brother, and I know what you are worried about. This is the best promise I can make right now.”
At this point, Meng Xiyue paused, her clear eyes fixed on Xia Ke without blinking, “Brother, please entrust Xia Yuan to me.”
Serious and solemn.
Most importantly, Xia Ke saw in Meng Xiyue a genuine care for his sister, a kind of appreciation and affection that was sincere, and the change in how she addressed him was different from the past’s distant politeness; Meng Xiyue truly wanted to integrate into their Xia family. So, what reason did he have to disagree?
Xia Ke smiled warmly, “I wish you both a happy marriage in advance.”
A soft smile appeared on Meng Xiyue’s cool face, “Thank you.”
With the serious matters settled, it was now dinner time. Xia Ke watched the two of them, who were so close they were sharing food, and felt a pang of discomfort.
Xia Yuan giggled and took the opportunity to say, “Brother, you should hurry and find me a sister-in-law!”
Xia Ke replied irritably, “It’s not that easy, but if you come help me at the company and give me a breather, maybe I can find one.”
Upon hearing this, Xia Yuan immediately dropped the topic; she had no interest in matters related to the company.
Seeing that his sister had no intention of helping, Xia Ke felt a strange sense of disappointment, but he didn’t expect Xia Yuan to assist in anything. As long as she was safe and happy, that was enough.
Watching the intimacy in their every move, Xia Ke thought to himself that this was the best outcome.
He considered drafting a contract later; Meng Xiyue was giving Xia Yuan 15% of the shares, and as her brother, he couldn’t show no acknowledgment at all.
Looking at the happy couple, Xia Ke’s eyes slightly moistened; they were starting a family.
At the same time, the heart that had been hanging for Xia Yuan was now finally at ease.
“Brother, eat quickly.”
Xia Ke looked at the extra dishes in his bowl and smiled gently at Xia Yuan, “Okay.”
Xia Yuan was happily applying a face mask when she received a call from her manager, Lin Xin. “Xia Yuan, you’re trending!”
The reason for this was that the fourth episode of “Harem” aired tonight, featuring Xia Yuan in a captivating dance scene. With her stunning looks, she quickly gained popularity.
Fans traced her official Weibo account and stumbled upon her recent post announcing her marriage.
Some sharp-eyed netizens noticed that the photo Xia Yuan posted, showing a hand adorned with a ring, actually belonged to two women, both wearing matching rings.
The two women were openly heading to the United States to get married, igniting a wildfire of discussion, and Xia Yuan found herself trending for all the wrong reasons.
After hearing her manager’s explanation, Xia Yuan merely raised an eyebrow. She was in the middle of her skincare routine and planned to sleep early tonight since she was getting married in the U.S. tomorrow. “Let them talk, no need to worry. I’ll handle it.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Xin felt reassured. “The company will arrange for someone to manage the comments.”
Curious, Lin Xin asked, “Xia Yuan, who are you marrying?” It wasn’t entirely her fault for being out of the loop; Xia Yuan had been rather inconsistent in her acting career, treating it more like a hobby. With many artists under her management and better resources, Lin Xin’s focus had naturally shifted. Moreover, her cousin was Xia Yuan’s assistant, so she had let go of the reins. She never expected Xia Yuan to be in a relationship with a woman, and if the company hadn’t called her, she might still be in the dark.
Xia Yuan glanced at Meng Xiyue, who had just come out of the bathroom, her hair still damp and glistening. The sight made Xia Yuan’s heart flutter, and she decided not to elaborate further. Instead, she simply told Lin Xin the name and ended the call.
Meng Xiyue noticed the look in her eyes and paused. “Who called?”
Xia Yuan stood up, picked up the hairdryer, and didn’t hide it from her. “My manager.”
Meng Xiyue settled down. “What happened?”
Xia Yuan turned on the hairdryer, the warm air blowing onto Meng Xiyue’s wet hair. “Just a heads-up, I’m trending.”
Xia Yuan’s casual tone didn’t sit well with Meng Xiyue. She grabbed her phone and opened Weibo.
#Xia Yuan Comes Out#
Meng Xiyue clicked on it, and the comments were a sight to behold—utterly unbearable.
The words were sharp and vicious, as if Xia Yuan had committed some unforgivable crime.
It made her feel physically uncomfortable.
Seeing Meng Xiyue silent, Xia Yuan glanced down and noticed some comments on Meng Xiyue’s phone screen, which not only insulted her but also targeted Meng Xiyue, who hadn’t even shown her face.
With a snap, Xia Yuan turned off the hairdryer, shoved it into Meng Xiyue’s hands, ripped off her face mask in frustration, sat down, and began typing furiously on her phone.
Meng Xiyue, watching her actions, asked, “What are you doing?”
Xia Yuan turned to Meng Xiyue with a sweet smile. “You dry your hair; I’ll take care of the rest.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Xiyue’s phone chimed. She opened the Weibo message.
Xia Yuan had posted.
Xia Yuan V: Mind your own business.
Seeing this post, Meng Xiyue couldn’t help but smile. Noticing that Xia Yuan was still busy typing, she exited Weibo and sent a message to Secretary Gao.
Then, she obediently continued drying her hair.
In just a few short minutes, Weibo exploded once more.
Thanks to Xia Yuan’s audacious post, people went wild, chasing after her with insults.
If it were any other celebrity, they would just have to watch their Weibo crumble, after all, as public figures in the entertainment industry, they rely on public appeal and have to be cautious.
Xia Yuan was different; she didn’t indulge this group of people and directly confronted a few troublemakers. However, she was just one person and couldn’t take on so many. But she had money, so she got the contact of a troll leader from her manager.
The leader quickly accepted the request. Xia Yuan got straight to the point: “On Weibo, help me insult a few people.” The leader was straightforward too, immediately sending over a price list.
It was dazzling.
Seeing the options made Xia Yuan’s head spin.
“One hundred thousand yuan, if we win the insults on Weibo, there will be a bonus.”
After casually browsing through, she saw that a few hundred yuan could buy hundreds of comments, so she boldly handed over one hundred thousand yuan.
Sure enough, the troll leader enthusiastically replied to Xia Yuan, “No problem, our trolls are well-trained and will ensure the task is completed.”
It was just insulting people; they were professional trolls who could easily earn one hundred thousand yuan or even more. The troll leader was eager to please Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan directly transferred a fifty thousand yuan deposit and told him her Weibo name.
“Make the comment section lively, insult anyone who insults us, and if we win, there’s extra pay.”
“Got it.”
The troll leader accepted the payment and then shouted in two large groups, and thousands of people flocked to Xia Yuan’s Weibo.
Then the insults began.
The trolls were quick with their fingers and unleashed a torrent of foul language.
In no time, the comment section was a chaotic mess.
‘Mao Mao Mao Chong’ was a poor loser in real life, with no money and no girlfriend, so he sought validation online.
He was having a great time in the comment section, but when he refreshed Weibo, he found a flood of insults directed at him, the language just as foul as his own.
Rolling up his sleeves, he fought back.
They exchanged barbs, ranging from health to family, even tracing back to the origins of humanity and life itself.
‘Mao Mao Mao Chong’ was outnumbered and quickly fell back under the barrage of insults. When he stopped replying, the insults continued to flood his Weibo, relentless.
‘Mao Mao Mao Chong’ had never encountered such a situation; usually, the people he insulted were obscure fans with few followers, easy targets. He never expected to hit a wall today!
There were many people like ‘Mao Mao Mao Chong’ in the comment section.
Seeing the effect was good, Xia Yuan decided to leave it be.
Meng Xiyue had also finished drying her hair, and Xia Yuan leaned in, twirling her long hair with her fingers, her warm breath brushing against Meng Xiyue’s ear, “Meng Xiyue, I guess we’re considered married now.”
It was a statement, not a question.
Meng Xiyue naturally understood the implication behind Xia Yuan’s words and swallowed hard: “Mm.”
As soon as those words fell, Xia Yuan straddled Meng Xiyue’s legs, her hands resting on her neck. With each breath, her chest rose and fell, her voice sultry: “Meng Xiyue~”
Meng Xiyue grasped Xia Yuan’s slender waist and pulled her down, her expression unchanged: “Your brother is still here, wait until we get home.”
Xia Yuan pouted in displeasure, her gaze landing on the tips of Meng Xiyue’s ears, which were already flushed a deep red.
In an instant, all her annoyance vanished.
Seeing that Meng Xiyue still maintained her aloof demeanor, Xia Yuan mischievously poked at the tip of her ear.
Hot, soft.
Before she could touch her more, Meng Xiyue caught her hand. When she looked up, she found herself staring into the depths of Meng Xiyue’s dark, thick lashes, her eyes filled with a heavy, seductive desire.
“Yuan’er, stop messing around.”
Xia Yuan’s heart skipped a beat; it was the first time she had seen such an aggressive side of Meng Xiyue.
Her legs felt weak.
Everything felt weak.
