Chapter 72: The Terrifying Power of a Man’s Silent Fury

These trending topics, of course, were orchestrated by Glory Entertainment, where Zhou Mi worked. They even had undercover staff present at the press conference. Upon discovering Chu Fei’s formidable background, they immediately switched strategies. Instead of just kicking someone when they’re down, they now aimed to pair Zhou Mi and Chu Fei as a couple, hoping to capitalize on the hype for another big wave of attention.

As for Lu Yunkun—never mind the fact that his lies had been exposed. The scandal of eating feces live on camera alone was enough to get him blacklisted by the entire industry!

Aboard the armed helicopter, Sister Wang’s laughter was so hearty it practically burst through the phone. “Well done, Mimi! Your little junior brother is simply incredible! Ask him if he’s interested in debuting—I promise I’ll make him famous!”

With how popular “Mr. Backview” was right now, they hardly even needed to promote him. With his dominant, protective-husband persona, and Lu Yunkun as the perfect stepping stone, how could his debut be anything short of a peak moment?

“My junior brother probably isn’t interested,” Zhou Mi said with a sideways glance at Chu Fei, her lips curling into a smile. “But I’ll ask him in a bit. Sister Wang, you have to promise me one thing, though.”

“I’m not against the company using this incident to stir up popularity, but please don’t reveal my junior brother’s face. I don’t want his life to be disturbed!”

This precaution was mainly to guard against Ye Qingcheng—just in case she caught wind of this and rushed to Dragon City. If that happened, Zhou Mi would lose her leverage over Chu Fei!

Sister Wang replied cheerfully, “Don’t worry, I know where to draw the line. We’ll just release a photo of his back—keeps the air of mystery, and those couple fans will be absolutely smitten!”

“Alright then. Now that Lu Yunkun’s career is in ruins, I can take a few days off, right?” Zhou Mi asked.

“Take all the rest you want! Oh, and even if your junior brother doesn’t debut, have him register a Weibo account. You two can post sweet moments and keep the buzz alive!”

“Sister Wang, you change your tune so quickly! Just a few days ago you were dead set against this!”

“Oh, times change, don’t they?”

After hanging up, Zhou Mi turned to Chu Fei. “Junior brother, do you have Weibo?”

“Weibo?” Chu Fei, who had been silently pondering tonight’s approach to conquering Song Yalan, replied with a hint of annoyance.

“Don’t look down on me—I’m super ‘bo’ myself, you know!” Zhou Mi rolled her eyes, then picked up her phone. “I meant this!”

Chu Fei realized she was referring to a social media platform. Zhou Mi had over ten million followers on Weibo—and they were all real, not fake followers, making her influence far greater than those so-called influencers with tens of millions of zombie fans.

Chu Fei admitted he didn’t have an account, so Zhou Mi had him download the app and register. After he finished, she checked his profile.

Everything was fine, except his username was a bit wild—but that suited her junior brother’s style perfectly! Zhou Mi quickly followed his new account, then composed a post and tagged him.

“These past two days have been exhausting. There’s this feeling of a war goddess’s daughter living in a doghouse, and even her wife is being slandered. Thankfully, I have you, @EveryoneIsAnIdiotSoWhyArgue. You’re my war god!”

As soon as she posted it, the comments section exploded.

“Knew it! Lu Yunkun was just after hype. Thank goodness Mr. Backview stepped in, or our Mimi would’ve been wrongly accused!”

“Am I the only one fixated on that username?”

“From the username alone, you can tell Mr. Backview is a man of logic… Sorry, Mimi, I can’t keep up the act!”

“I must find someone like this in my life—I must!”

“Mimi, when will you post Mr. Backview’s abs? No, wait—nude shots? No, I mean, a front view shot!”

“I hereby declare the God-Mimi couple officially established! As the founding member shipping this CP, I demand you both conquer me!”

“Who wants to see Lu Yunkun eat feces? DM me 50!”

Zhou Mi was grinning from ear to ear as she read the comments. Of course, it wasn’t just about the attention—she was looking for an excuse to flaunt her affection for Chu Fei.

So she forwarded the post to Group Three—without Ye Qingcheng, of course!

Xia Ziqing: “Oh my, God-Mimi CP? I’m about to throw up!”

Meng Ziyi: “Woman, after I’ve been running around for you, is this how you repay me???”

Qin Yitian sent a ‘crow flipping the table’ meme.

Zhou Mi: “What can I do? Things got to this point, I can only roll with it!”

Xia Ziqing: “I feel like you planned this. Did you set this all up on purpose?”

Meng Ziyi: “Woman, if you wanted to anger me, you’ve succeeded!”

Qin Yitian sent a ‘you really got me’ meme.

Zhou Mi: “Hey, instead of targeting me, why not focus on Shen Miaoyu? She was the first to win over my junior brother!”

Xia Ziqing: “I’ve been asking forever—who exactly is Shen Miaoyu?”

Meng Ziyi: “So, have you kept an eye on them these past two days?”

Qin Yitian sent another ‘I’m so mad I could die’ meme.

Zhou Mi: “Of course. As long as I’m here, they can forget about getting together.”

Xia Ziqing: “I’ll ask one last time—just who the hell is Shen Miaoyu?”

Meng Ziyi: “Well done, woman. I’ll be back in a few days to keep watch myself!”

Qin Yitian sent a ‘I want to go too’ meme.

Zhou Mi: “Eldest senior sister, when are you coming back from the Northern Frontier? We should all get together.”

Xia Ziqing: “Are you all ignoring my messages?”

Meng Ziyi: “Maybe it’s best if she doesn’t come back—otherwise our junior brother might fall under her tyranny!”

Qin Yitian sent a ‘kill you all’ meme.

Zhou Mi: “Big sis, that was Third Sister, not me!”

Xia Ziqing: “If no one replies to me, I’m leaving the group!”

Chu Fei, not being in the group chat, had no idea that once again, Xia Ziqing was the only one suffering.

His phone had been buzzing non-stop since earlier—it was all Weibo notifications. In less than half an hour, his account, @EveryoneIsAnIdiotSoWhyArgue, had already surpassed a million followers, breaking the record for fastest follower growth—and the number kept climbing.

Chu Fei didn’t care much for it—it was all just to cooperate with his fourth senior sister.

Then he opened WeChat. He’d been busy from last night until now, so he hadn’t checked his messages. Upon opening the app, he found all the new messages were from Jiang Yunqi.

(22:00)
“Did you get home?”

(23:00)
“Why aren’t you replying?”

[Message recalled]

(0:15)
“Good night, remember to find me tomorrow!”

(8:00)
“Morning, today’s class is so boring. Can you chat with me for a bit?”

(10:20)
“If you find me annoying just say so, no need to string me along!”

[Message recalled]

(15:00)
“Okay, I get it. In the end, I bear everything alone!”

(18:00)
“Sharing a public account article: ‘If one day a man gives you the silent treatment, remember these two principles and you’ll win!’”

Chu Fei frowned. What on earth is all this? She could star in a whole soap opera by herself!

Chuckling to himself, Chu Fei dialed her number directly on WeChat. As soon as the call connected, Jiang Yunqi’s aggrieved voice came through.

“It’s fine. Go on, I won’t be upset even if you don’t call me.”