My Superstar Wife Is So Popular
Chapter 215 - 213: Pure Chat Under the Quilt

Chapter 215: Chapter 213: Pure Chat Under the Quilt

But now, with Qin Xiang personally delivering the materials to them, how could they not expose it?

That very night, Weibo exploded, and Jiang Wei’s name stayed high in the top five trending searches.

#JiangWei#

#JiangWeiIntentionallyHitsPeople#

#TheUnknownSideOfAGentleAndIntellectualWoman#

#MaleModel#

#RedMakeup#

....

With just a refresh, posts about Jiang Wei could be seen everywhere.

When Jiang Yao came across these posts, she immediately called Wen Qiao.

"F*ck, f*ck, have you seen Weibo? Who suddenly became so righteous and decided to take justice into their own hands? I always said Jiang Wei wasn’t spotless, hahaha, now she’s crashed and burned, hasn’t she?"

Wen Qiao, sitting cross-legged on the couch with her phone on speaker, was scrolling on a tablet with one hand and popping strawberries into her mouth with the other, "I’m looking at it."

Just as she said this, she saw her own name in the comment section—

"I originally thought that among the ’Red Makeup’ crew, Wen Qiao would be the first to make a scene. Turns out it’s the seemingly reliable Jiang Wei, tsk tsk tsk, such an unforeseeable twist."

"....."

What does that mean?

Does she seem unreliable to people?

And another thing.

It’s Jiang Wei who messed up, why was she dragged into it?

If not for gravity keeping Jiang Yao grounded, she would be ecstatic by now, "Did you see the video of Jiang Wei going to a hotel with a man?"

"Really broadened my horizons, huh? Courting President Fu while she can’t stand being lonely and sneaks off to a hotel with another man, yet posing online as this generous and intellectual persona, tsk tsk, she truly embodies the phrase ’having it both ways’ crystal clear."

It wasn’t just Jiang Yao whose eyes were opened, but also the netizens.

Since Jiang Wei had won an award before, her visibility was quite high; even though it wasn’t a weekend peak time, the netizens contributing to her traffic were numerous.

"My god, my world has collapsed, is this the Jiang Wei I liked?"

"Unfollowed. My greatest kindness is not stomping her down further."

"The more proper people seem on the surface, the wilder they are behind closed doors."

"Intentionally hitting someone with a car is punishable by law, right?"

"Dear netizens up ahead, a huge wave of Jiang Wei’s scandals is coming your way."

"....."

There were also some die-hard fans of Jiang Wei who refused to accept reality—

"So many marketing accounts posting at the same time, it’s clearly someone who doesn’t like Weiwei, paying to slander her."

It wasn’t long before this comment section was overrun.

"No way, no way, it’s 1202 and there are still people who think a man and a woman going to a hotel in the middle of the night and not leaving until dawn are just there under the quilt having a chat, right?"

"No way, no way, with the solid evidence right in front of them, how can people still be so blind?"

"It’s okay to be blind, but being brainless is really the end."

"Do they need a video of Jiang Wei doing something with a man in the room before her fans give up?"

"...."

Jiang Yao took screenshots of these comments and sent them to Wen Qiao, as a lesson for her, "See? This is what you have to avoid in the entertainment industry; here’s the cautionary tale, an example of being despised by the whole internet."

Wen Qiao, continuing to eat strawberries, absentmindedly responded, "Mhm, got it, got it."

Just as she finished speaking, the bedroom door opened, and Fu Jinghen walked in.

Seeing Wen Qiao with wet hair sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, he walked into the bathroom expressionlessly and plugged in the hairdryer.