Chapter 1212 – Extra, Valentine’s Day Sweetness (Part 1)
February 14th?
Jiang Pengji frowned as she watched the barrage of comments flying through the live stream.
Old Driver Alliance: Forgive my bluntness, but everyone here is just a bunch of single dogs.
Genius Guo Fengxiao: Forgive my bluntness, but the big guy upstairs is absolutely right.
Stowaway Non-Money: Yikes, I disagree with that! I’m just here to watch the single dog host!
The audience looked at her, and she stared at the comments.
Jiang Pengji coldly snorted, sneering as she typed a reply.
Host V: Valentine’s Day is nothing but a promotional trap set by businesses to fool customers.
Jiang Pengji’s comment quickly caught the attention of hundreds of thousands of Dried Fish, erupting into chaos.
Wu Wei: The host is like a textbook ironclad straight woman… pfft, straight girl!
Xuanxiang Governor: God must have lost his sight, how can a straight girl like the host still have a beautiful man?
White-Clad Chancellor: This is just unscientific!
Jiang Tuan Not a Fish: Unscientific +1!
Wei Ci’s attractiveness firmly held the top spot in the live stream chat, with no one able to challenge his beauty.
How could such a perfect boyfriend, so elegant, gentle, and cultured, end up with the blind Jiang Pengji? Where’s the justice!
The Dried Fish were desperately learning the eighteen methods of flirting, forever stuck in solo mode, while Jiang Pengji actually found someone?
I also want to celebrate Valentine’s Day QAQ
Perhaps this was the true reason the Dried Fish were relentlessly dissing Jiang Pengji.
If even Jiang Pengji could find someone, why were they still single dogs?
Fairy Queen’s Crimson: Host, aren’t you planning to celebrate Valentine’s Day with the beautiful man?
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes, her silence speaking volumes about her thoughts.
A group of Dried Fish grew even more frustrated watching the host blissfully unaware of her luck.
Each time they saw the host enjoying her life so carelessly, they just wanted to take her place and turn every day into Valentine’s Day.
Host V: A bunch of immature kids! If you have time to talk about love and send money to businesses, why not be straightforward?
The Dried Fish uniformly scoffed at Jiang Pengji, sending her a sticking-out-tongue emoji.
Rain Falling on Flower Path: Hmph—like the host is so decisive! Has someone forgotten how many years that frog has been boiled?
Jiang Pengji went live every day, and the audience knew her dark past all too well.
That copper-skinned, iron-boned frog had been simmering away for years without being eaten, so what right did Jiang Pengji have to mock these single dogs?
Just half a pound against eight ounces; none could laugh at the other.
No matter how strong Jiang Pengji was, she just couldn’t fight against the barrage of hundreds of thousands of Dried Fish and could only choose to ignore them selectively.
After a while, a comment floated into her view.
Tempting Rain: Host, you should be a bit cautious. Couples go through a seven-year itch, you know. By the way, it seems the beautiful man hasn’t shown up for a while. What crazy task did you assign him? Truly an ironclad straight woman, only focused on work. If I were in your place, I would have used my position to keep the beautiful man by my side every day, just having him around would be a delight.
One remark shocked many awake, and quite a few audience members realized something.
What had Wei Ci been up to lately? It had indeed been a while since they last saw him.
Jiang Pengji didn’t want to monopolize another’s entire life, and while they were close, it didn’t mean she had to occupy all his personal time.
Even though they had a deep relationship, they also needed a bit of personal space.
However, with the audience’s reminder, she realized it had indeed been a while since she last saw Wei Ci—
Hmm, feeling a bit of longing.
On this day, full of romantic vibes, Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but feel a stir of emotions.
But instead of heading directly to Wei Ci’s residence, she subtly asked around.
Not asking was fine, but asking blew up the situation.
“Zixiao seems to have rescued a female musician recently and took her into his residence—rumor has it she’s even more beautiful than Zixiao.”
Jiang Pengji asked several people, and Yang Si, Feng Zhen, and others all confirmed it, saying that Wei Ci hadn’t left his home for days.
Yao Yao Ling: Pfft! You who mentioned the seven-year itch, come out! Eating crow, it really hit the mark!
Little Luck: Don’t worry, what’s wrong with taking in a beautiful musician? That doesn’t mean the host is letting go of her freedom!
A crowd of seemingly persuasive yet actually stirring the pot Dried Fish continued to add fuel to the fire in the live stream.
Jiang Pengji remained calm, showing no signs of anger.
“Are you not afraid he’ll hide a beauty in a golden house?” Qi Guanrang asked.
Jiang Pengji laughed, “Which golden house would be so bold as to make it known to all of you? Forget it, I’ll go and see for myself what he’s up to.”
Disguised, she went to Wei Ci’s residence; before she even stepped inside, soft, enchanting sounds of the guqin wafted over the garden wall.
She slipped in through the back door of the Wei residence and headed straight for the pavilion where the beautiful music came from.
Before she got too close, her previously relaxed mood suddenly tightened, a vague sense of crisis shooting from her feet to her brain.
The audience had cameras, and they saw the scene inside before Jiang Pengji did.
Wei Ci sat quietly in the pavilion dressed in simple clothes, with incense wafting from the burner on the table. Beside him sat a cold-faced man in white, his eyes covered by a strip of fine cloth, revealing only his exquisitely perfect face, snow-white skin, yet full of masculinity.
It seemed this man sensed something, turning to face the direction of the live stream camera, his sharp brows furrowing slightly.
His movement revealed most of his face, and the audience was instantly thrilled.
Such a look! On par with Wei Ci!
The man exuded an aura as cold as ice, blending both sharp sword intent and elegant scholar-like charm.
He sat facing the beautiful musician, one seemingly like the gentle breeze of the mountains, the other radiating unparalleled sword intent.
Before they could rush to take screenshots, the live stream screen suddenly went black with a “beep.”
The audience was left dumbfounded!
Damn (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Host, don’t you dare turn off the live stream!
Actually, Jiang Pengji was quite wronged; she hadn’t turned off the live stream, and the interruption had caught her off guard as well.
With great interest, she raised an eyebrow and strode toward the pavilion.
“Zixiao, how elegant!”
“I heard you rescued a beauty; why not bring her out for a look? Why keep her hidden?”
Seeing Jiang Pengji arrive, Wei Ci’s heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the blind musician.
The latter being blind wouldn’t see Jiang Pengji and wouldn’t recognize her identity, so Wei Ci felt relieved.
“Lan Ting, don’t tease. When has Ci hidden a beauty?” Wei Ci approached Jiang Pengji with a smile and said, “The other day, I was captivated by Brother Luan’s guqin; I found him extraordinary. Since Brother Luan had no place to stay while searching for family, he’s been residing at Ci’s place for a few days.”
“Searching for family? I wonder what they look like? I have some connections, maybe I can help.”
Jiang Pengji took another look at the blind musician, who still seemed unbothered, appearing as though he considered her just an ordinary visitor.
However, even as a visitor, this blind musician was merely a guest at Wei Ci’s residence, and such demeanor felt quite rude.
Wei Ci frowned, “Brother Luan has been blind for a long time and doesn’t know what his family looks like; that makes finding them difficult.”
Jiang Pengji scrutinized the blind musician, secretly rolling her eyes at Wei Ci.
This person exuded a strong sense of sword intent, making him hardly seem like a mere musician; he looked more like a swordsman.
Wei Ci had no idea who this person was yet had introduced him as a confidant. Was he not afraid of getting sold off and not receiving a penny back?
