Chapter 11: The Fallen Child Star (11) part 2

Zhang Qingyi was startled by his reaction.

Xu Weiheng hurriedly pulled out his own phone and logged into his Weibo account, which he hadn’t used in a long time. The moment Weibo opened, his phone froze due to the overwhelming number of notifications.

Anxious, Xu Weiheng shook his phone repeatedly.

Zhang Qingyi, coming to her senses, quickly offered her phone to him. “Use mine to check.”

The two Weibo posts were short, and Xu Weiheng read them quickly.

His hand at his side unconsciously clenched into a fist. Gritting his teeth, Xu Weiheng said in a trembling voice, “How… how dare they insult her… What right do they have to insult her!”

Returning the phone to Zhang Qingyi, Xu Weiheng strode quickly to Yao Rong’s room.

He raised his right hand to knock, but suddenly hesitated.

The evening temperature had dropped considerably from the daytime. A chilly breeze blew as Xu Weiheng stood outside the door for a long time. Finally, he moved his feet, turning to leave.

Just then, the door opened. Yao Rong, holding a cup of jasmine tea, asked, “Why didn’t you knock? Are you hungry?”

She had been working at her computer and wouldn’t have noticed him standing outside if she hadn’t glanced out the window while drinking water.

Before Xu Weiheng could react, Yao Rong had pulled him into the room and placed a cup of the same floral tea in his hands.

This tea was a creation of the mother and son duo, made from jasmine flowers grown in their yard.

The fragrance of the tea wafted up, along with the rising steam.

Warmth spread from Xu Weiheng’s palms throughout his body, easily dispelling the cold he felt.

“Are you busy?” Xu Weiheng asked, noticing the open novel document on the computer.

“I’m just about done,” Yao Rong said, turning the computer screen to show Xu Weiheng the synopsis of ‘Starry sky’ “This is the science fiction novel I’ve been writing”

Xu Weiheng looked surprised. “You wrote this yourself?”

He knew Yao Rong had borrowed his laptop, saying she needed it for work, but he never imagined she was using it to write a science fiction novel.

Yao Rong chuckled lightly. “The publishing house has already approved it. I’ll let you read it in a couple of days when it’s finished.”

Xu Weiheng was even more shocked.

After the shock, a sense of pride welled up within him.

Seeing the furrow between his brows unconsciously relaxing, Yao Rong asked him what had happened.

Xu Weiheng said softly, “I saw the Weibo posts, so I wanted to check on you. But when I got to the door, I suddenly didn’t want to bother you with these troublesome matters and make you unhappy.”

“It is indeed troublesome, but I won’t let these things affect my mood, and you shouldn’t get angry because of these people either,” Yao Rong said casually, closing her computer and pulling up a chair to sit opposite Xu Weiheng. “In my eyes, they’re just like three grasshoppers.”

Grasshoppers can indeed be annoying.

But grasshoppers in autumn don’t have many days left to jump around.

Xu Weiheng finally relaxed, letting out the breath he’d been holding. “That’s good then.”

Yao Rong gently patted his soft hair. “Didn’t you see the trending topic about Diya losing its business license? That was my counterattack.”

Xu Weiheng scratched his head.

He had seen it.

But at that time, his mind had been so filled with anger and worry that he hadn’t had the capacity to think about anything else.

“Alright, don’t be upset anymore. Let’s go eat. I made your favorite pickled fish dish tonight. It’ll get cold if we don’t eat soon.”

During the meal, Yao Rong and Zhang Qingyi occasionally added food to Xu Weiheng’s bowl.

As he ate the softest part of the fish belly, some thoughts slowly took root in his heart.

— Ms. Yao might not care about those little clowns, but he couldn’t sit back and watch others hurt her.

— When others questioned him, he never explained himself; when others cursed at him, he never argued back. But the same treatment directed at Ms. Yao was unacceptable!

Like an angry little lion with its fur standing on end, charging straight ahead, Xu Weiheng typed out a Weibo post word by word and hit send:

「Xu Weiheng v: It doesn’t matter if you slander me, but if you dare to slander my mom in public again, I definitely won’t let it go @Xu Ji @Xu Yiyuan」

Hadn’t she been hurt enough already?

Back then, he was naive and ignorant, unaware of what had happened to her and unable to protect her.

But now, he’s already a head taller than her.