Chapter Sixty-Seven: Genuine Concern

To her surprise, Xia Wanqing called back immediately.

"Ranan?"

"What's wrong, Wanqing?"

"I almost got into trouble tonight, but fortunately Ye Zuo happened to pass by and saved me."

Xia Wanqing began to complain; she had just encountered some thugs while walking. Luckily, she had taken the road near the Shangguan Group, where Ye Zuo saw her and drove them away. Otherwise, she would have been in real danger.

"What happened? Was it an accident or intentional?" Shangguan Renran was worried; that group was capable of anything.

"It was probably just a coincidence."

"And your bodyguards? Why was it Ye Zuo who saved you?"

"I thought nothing would happen these days, so I didn't want them following me. Who knew something would happen? You have no idea how cool Ye Zuo was when he saved me—he just dealt with them in a few moves and knocked them all down."

"Yes, very impressive."

"Ranan, this is the second time he's helped me. Do you think I should invite him to dinner?"

"That's up to you."

"I think I should. I'm going to make a reservation now, talk later!" Xia Wanqing hung up, brimming with excitement.

Listening to the dial tone, Shangguan Renran smiled helplessly.

She glanced at her phone, chatted with Mu Ya for a bit, and suddenly realized she had previously registered on Weibo.

Opening the app, she discovered she already had nearly a hundred followers.

There were even comments under her profile.

"Is this really you, Miss?"

"Your profile picture is stunning, kind of exotic."

"This avatar is so delicate!"

"Here to support you!"

"Miss, you look like that person from the previous video?"

"I'm here for our beauty, Zhen!"

…

Shangguan Renran was delighted. Including the four mutual followers from before, there were ninety-seven in total. She took a screenshot and excitedly sent it to Huangpu Shenqing.

"It's Ranan: 'Mr. Huangpu, I have fans!'"

Huangpu Shenqing: "Really? Congratulations, Ranan."

It's Ranan: "Hehe, how many do you have now, Mr. Huangpu?"

Huangpu Shenqing checked and opened his own Weibo, took a screenshot, and sent it over.

Shangguan Renran…

So, it's a case of the minor meeting the major.

She glanced at his page: zero posts, following one person, and 510 million followers.

It's Ranan: "You're amazing, Mr. Huangpu! How did you do it?"

Huangpu Shenqing: "I didn't do anything."

He opened Weibo and found that most comments were questioning whether he was really himself.

"Is this really you, brother?"

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"Be careful with your words—what if it's really Young Master Huangpu?"

"This avatar looks exactly like him, doesn’t it?"

"I think it's real. Who would dare use Young Master Huangpu's name and photo?"

"Exactly!"

…

Huangpu Shenqing: "They're saying I'm not really me."

It's Ranan: "Then post a Weibo explaining that you are."

Huangpu Shenqing went back to Weibo and posted: "I am myself."

The comment section exploded instantly.

"It's really him!"

"Who else could speak like that but Young Master Huangpu?"

"I'm crying, it's a day of celebration—President Huangpu finally has a Weibo!"

Ouyang Mufeng, who was browsing his phone, was startled by the push notification and dropped his phone on his face.

"Ouch—that hurts," he muttered, and quickly messaged Huangpu Shenqing.

"Zhen Mi Is My Goddess": "Second Brother, did you really register on Weibo?"

He suspected it was an impostor.

Huangpu Shenqing: "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Zhen Mi Is My Goddess": "No, not at all."

Ouyang Mufeng: crying emojis.

Was it easy for him? He rushed to the comment section to support his second brother.

Ouyang Mufeng V: "I can confirm this is the real deal. Don't miss out, everyone!"

"Ah, Young Master Ouyang has spoken!"

"So it's true?"

"Unbelievable, Young Master Huangpu is actually on Weibo!"

This comment was quickly voted to the top, with likes still climbing.

Huangpu Shenqing's Weibo shot up to trending topics.

Over 500 million views, 480 million likes, and 390 million reposts.

Shangguan Renran, quietly watching all this unfold…

Did he really just post that? Does he not care about his image?

She looked at Ouyang Mufeng's comment and couldn't help but laugh.

"It's Ranan: 'Mr. Huangpu, your Weibo comments are truly something.'"

Huangpu Shenqing: "Hmm."

He then used his work phone to send a message in the company group chat.

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Late at night, the senior executives of Lianran Group, lying in bed, all jumped up and grabbed their phones, thinking there was some urgent company matter from their big boss—only to find…

Huangpu Shenqing: "Follow the only person I'm following. Make it genuine."

He recalled what Shangguan Renran had said earlier: "Those who follow Mr. Huangpu are all people who like him; how could they be made to follow me?"

Huangpu Shenqing thought, as long as they sincerely followed, it would be fine. He wanted his little lady to be happy.

If she was so delighted with just a hundred fans, then with more, she'd be even happier.

He couldn't help but picture the girl covering her mouth, smiling at the screen, looking like a little cat who'd gotten away with something.

The executives…

The board members…

The secretaries…

They quietly forwarded the message to other company groups.

Tens of thousands of employees at Huangpu Group, reading the message on their screens, were filled with complicated emotions...

Everyone tacitly opened Weibo, found the only person their president followed, and pressed follow as well, sincerely thinking, yes, we're genuine!

Mo Yi: "..."

Was it hard being chief secretary? Not at all—they were used to it.

Mo Jiu: "..."

Mo Shi: "..."

Ever since they’d heard Miss Shangguan’s name, nothing their boss did surprised them.

They forwarded it again to their brotherhood group.

Far away in country M, Mo Wu and Mo Liu:

"No way, did our boss really post that?"

"So, he’s spreading dog food in the middle of the night?"

Mo Qi: "Enough talk, just go follow."

Mo Ba, out on a mission: "It’s late at night—can’t I catch a break?"

In country G, Mo Er and Mo San:

"Stop complaining, just hit follow, then go to bed."

"Ahem, ahem, I’m sincere—hahaha."

In country Y, Mo Si:

"You guys want to die? Careful, I’ll show the chat log to the boss."

"Think you have it bad? The boss is here in country Y!"

Mo Yi: "Condolences, brother."

Mo Jiu: "Lighting a candle for you."

Mo Shi: "Hang in there, brother, stay strong."