Everyone in the Entertainment Industry Thinks I’m a Flirty Diva [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 65

“I feel guilty towards my fans for dating behind their backs, and I also feel guilty towards you for making you hide without any official status,” she said, sounding utterly dejected.

Gu Mingjing was taken aback.

Actually, regarding the matter of official status, apart from it being hard to accept at first, seeing Chu Xi sneaking around like a detective each time had been rather endearing afterward.

He had only been teasing her, but Chu Xi seemed to take it very seriously.

Gu Mingjing hugged her from behind. “Don’t be sad, I’m fine with it.”

“Really?” Chu Xi tilted her head back to look at him.

“Of course it’s true,” Gu Mingjing said.

He lowered his head and asked, “Is your waist better now?”

It was almost completely healed. Just as Chu Xi was about to answer this way, she suddenly seemed to remember something and paused.

Chu Xi didn’t answer immediately.

Gu Mingjing thus continued asking, “Is your waist better now?”

Chu Xi grasped his hand resting on her waist, her delicate earlobes turning a faint pink, and asked cautiously, “If I say I’m better, what do you plan to do?”

The speaker might have no ulterior motive, but the listener reads too much into it. That word “do” was truly open to endless interpretations.

Gu Mingjing almost blurted out “do you” in response but swallowed the words at the last moment.

Sensing the man’s silence, Chu Xi let out a “hmph,” as if she had already seen through his intentions.

After another moment of silence, Gu Mingjing suddenly asked, “Do the promises you make hold?”

Chu Xi was puzzled. “What promise?”

Gu Mingjing: “Any promise. As long as you’ve made it, does it hold?”

Not understanding why the topic had suddenly shifted to this, Chu Xi nodded earnestly. “Of course promises hold. I’m a person of my word.”

So Gu Mingjing smiled, took out his phone, and played a video for Chu Xi.

Chu Xi saw herself on the screen, her face flushed with drunkenness, while Gu Mingjing’s unmistakable profile appeared in the bottom right corner.

Then came their clear, unmistakable exchange.

“…It’s about writing about me and my fanboy having an improper relationship…”

“…What’s with all this seven or eight times a night nonsense? It’s so weird…”

“…How many times was it for you in one night? Hmm, I forgot.”

“Can you remember?”

“No, it’s been too long.”

“Then do you want to know?”

“Yes.”

“How about I come back and tell you in person?”

“Okay.”

Like teasing a child, he asked, and she answered, accompanied by Chu Xi nodding obediently with a docile expression, while Gu Mingjing in the corner wore a satisfied smile—until the video abruptly ended.

Chu Xi watched, her expression shifting rapidly—from confusion to embarrassment, then from embarrassment to bashfulness, until her face flushed a deep crimson.

Such shameful dialogue. Such shameful expressions.

She had blacked out that night and remembered nothing, her IQ plummeting—so during that video call with Gu Mingjing, she had said all this? And he had recorded the whole thing?

In the video, she had foolishly brought up the topic of “how many times in one night,” only to be led by the nose by Gu Mingjing—whether she wanted to know, whether he should tell her in person—she had agreed to everything without a second thought.

Her dignity was utterly shattered. A lifelong humiliation.

Once the video ended, Gu Mingjing watched Chu Xi’s rapidly changing expressions with amusement. “You promised,” he teased.

Chu Xi felt like a college girl being blackmailed with nude photos. Furious, she swung a fist at him. “Do you have no conscience? Is it fun to mess with someone when they’re drunk? Does that even count as a promise? Can drunk words be taken seriously?”

Gu Mingjing raised a brow. “Why wouldn’t they?”

Already mortified enough, now he had recorded it and was using it to blackmail her. Chu Xi turned away angrily, thinking men were all the same—nothing but animals ruled by their lower halves. But against such shameless blackmail tactics, the only way was to be even more shameless.

It wasn’t like she was some innocent maiden anymore. Chu Xi turned back, glaring at him indignantly. “Fine, I promised. But I promised that fanboy Gu from the RPF smutfic who could go seven or eight times a night. Do you even measure up?”

Gu Mingjing’s expression darkened. “Don’t you know whether I do or not?”

“Oh!” Chu Xi feigned sudden realization, then gritted her teeth. “Maybe you do. Seven times a night, two minutes each—fourteen minutes total. Just enough time to finish a sheet mask with a minute to spare. How impressive, hahahahahaha!”

Something about that must have hit her funny bone, because she laughed uproariously, finally getting some revenge for the recorded humiliation. It was downright satisfying.

Unaware of the danger, she boldly trampled all over a man’s pride. Gu Mingjing’s face darkened like stagnant water.

Chu Xi laughed for a long while, but Gu Mingjing remained silent.

The room was filled only with her laughter until Chu Xi finally sensed something was off. She swallowed her giggles and began inching backward, plotting an escape.

She scooted all the way to the farthest spot from him, just about to leap off the couch and run—when Gu Mingjing reached out and grabbed her. With a shriek, Chu Xi found herself flipped upside down and slung over his shoulder.

“Put me down, put me down.” Whether it was the fear from being carried like this or something else that terrified her, Chu Xi weakly pounded his back twice.

“You—you stay away! I’m warning you, don’t come any closer! If you dare to… to do that to me, I—I’ll report you tomorrow!”

“Who said anything about assault?” Gu Mingjing’s handsome brows furrowed slightly as he knelt on the bed with one leg, leaning forward in a posture reminiscent of an elegant leopard on the savannah, poised to strike its prey.

Chu Xi’s fingertips brushed against something cold.

Gu Mingjing’s voice was low and seductive: “The indescribable powder?”

“The kind guaranteed to satisfy.”

Chu Xi swallowed hard and, against her better judgment, asked, “Really guaranteed to satisfy?”

…

A few moments later, in the bedroom.

“I don’t want to fxxk my fan, get out! It’s enough T-T…”

A few hours later.

“You’re fired! Fired! T-T…”

Finally, Chu Xi was in the bathroom, closing her eyes.

So tired.

——

The next day, in the president’s office of Yuanjing Group.

The weather was splendid, and anyone could see that President Gu was in an even better mood. Not only did he arrive at work with a smile, but he also approved several project proposals with a wave of his hand. Seizing the opportunity, his secretary piled up documents—ones that would normally invite scolding—like a small mountain on Gu Mingjing’s desk.

Assistant Gao entered to deliver a cup of coffee, sensing an unusual air of contentment around their boss.

After leaving the office, Assistant Gao stroked his chin knowingly.

President Gu, who always drove to work from his own home, had come from Chu Xi’s place this morning. It didn’t take a genius to guess what had happened—their boss had finally succeeded.

Hah, men.

On the set of Misty Abyss, after finishing a scene, Chu Xi frowned and rubbed her sore waist.

Xiao Yan took over, massaging her back. “Your back was fine a few days ago, why is it hurting again today?”

Chu Xi’s face flushed as she averted her eyes. “It’s nothing.”

As the saying goes, the first step is always the hardest. Once the first time was over, the second and third times became much easier.

The number of mornings Gu Mingjing drove to work from Chu Xi’s home increased significantly.

Chu Xi finished her work on set and had made plans with Gu Mingjing to have dinner together in the evening.

Gu Mingjing was already waiting in the private dining room. When Chu Xi entered, she scouted the area outside like an undercover agent to ensure no paparazzi were around before closing the door.

Sitting down beside Gu Mingjing, Chu Xi, who had been carrying on this secret relationship for a while, suddenly felt inspired and said, “Don’t you think this is kind of thrilling?”

Gu Mingjing glanced at Chu Xi, who was bundled up like a mummy, and twitched his lips. “What’s so thrilling about it?”

Chu Xi replied, “Don’t you feel like we’re sneaking around like we’re having an affair?” Then, suddenly adopting a pitiful expression, she added, “When are you going to divorce her and marry me?”

Gu Mingjing: “………………”

The waiter brought the dishes, and before Gu Mingjing could even pick up his chopsticks, Chu Xi snapped a couple of photos with her phone.

She applied a food filter to the pictures and posted them on her alt account, “I Still Don’t Feel Like Wearing Makeup Today.” Ever since her return, Chu Xi had been posting on Weibo more frequently.

Aside from beauty and skincare content, she also shared snippets of her daily life. Her follower count had been stable at around 20,000 for a while, but after she started posting about her everyday activities, it began to rise again. Now, she had surpassed 50,000 followers, and her lifestyle posts received far more likes and comments than her beauty content. It seemed her account was gradually shifting from a beauty blog to a lifestyle one. Chu Xi noticed that her most popular posts were usually the ones related to Gu Mingjing, with fans enthusiastically referring to him as “Dog Bro” in the comments.

Sharp-eyed followers quickly noticed that there were two sets of tableware in the photos she posted today.

Fans commented:

[Here we go again, she’s back with another Dog Bro update.]

[Dog food is served, everyone open wide.]

[I don’t even know why I, a single dog, follow you.]

[I wonder how many people claim to hate couple content but still come here every day to torture themselves looking for Dog Bro updates.]

[Self-torture +1]

[Self-torture +10086]

……

Chu Xi stared at the comments, a few imaginary black lines sliding down her forehead.

If there was one downside to her alt account, it was that ever since the existence of “Dog Bro” was exposed, no matter what she posted, fans automatically linked it back to him, assuming she was flaunting their relationship.

But she genuinely wasn’t trying to show off! She hadn’t even noticed the two sets of tableware in the photo!

Being a blogger was harder than she thought.

Gu Mingjing noticed her staring at her phone and tapped her bowl with his chopsticks. “Eat.”

Chu Xi finally looked up, tucked her phone away, and started eating.

That night, determined to prove she wasn’t the type of blogger who flaunted her relationship for no reason, Chu Xi posted another Weibo update.

She shared a photo of herself in a new strawberry-print nightgown.

She loved the dress and had taken a mirror selfie, blurring the background and covering her face before posting it.

“New pajamas. Strawberry.jpg”

In the photo, the girl wore a loose, A-line, sleeveless nightgown dotted with tempting red strawberries against a creamy white fabric. Her hair was tied up in a bun, her shoulders and neck forming a graceful swan-like curve, her skin snow-white. The soft, girly aesthetic made her look utterly adorable and easy to bully.

Surely this had nothing to do with showing off her relationship, Chu Xi thought smugly.

The response:

[Damn, Dog Bro’s into this style? So kinky! (But I like it.)]

[“Woof woof, Er Gou, are you even of age yet?”]

[“Who the hell wouldn’t want to just push her down and f*ck after seeing this?”]

[“That figure though, so jealous. Dog bro is living the sexy life.”]

A satisfied Chu Xi: ???

These fans are toxic!

She examined herself left and right in the mirror.

Really? What’s this about looking like someone you’d just push down and do that to?

This is clearly a soft Japanese-style look. Anyone reading the comments without context would think she was wearing something indecent!

If Gu Mingjing weren’t away tonight, she’d definitely go ask him.

Chu Xi had an important scene tomorrow and needed to rest well to get into character, so she’d sent him away.

Whenever there was a major shoot the next day, Chu Xi refused to engage in any “indescribable activities” the night before. Fortunately, Gu Mingjing understood.

As Chu Xi was checking herself in the mirror, her fans on Weibo were already chatting away.

[“Er Gou’s been updating her blog so frequently lately.”]

[“And nine out of ten posts are about Dog Bro.”]

[“Now she’s posting pajama pics tonight, tsk tsk, hinting at what’s coming later, eek eek, covering face shyly.”]

[“Not gonna lie, browsing Er Gou’s Weibo recently gives me the impression that… she’s been having a very satisfying sex life lately.”]

The fans had an epiphany: [“Yes yes yes! That’s exactly the feeling! Finally someone said it!”]

[“Unanimous agreement!”]

After finishing her mirror check, Chu Xi still felt her outfit was nothing but soft and cute. She glanced down at Weibo again and nearly dropped her phone in shock.

That comment about her having a satisfying sex life had already risen to the top as the hottest comment.

Flustered, Chu Xi typed a reply: [“I’m not! I don’t! Stop talking nonsense!”]

The fans responded: [“Oh look how defensive you are. Explaining is covering up, covering up is admitting the truth.”]

Blushing furiously, Chu Xi quickly deleted the post.

She thought deleting it would make everyone forget, but the post had been up long enough that most fans had already seen and joined the discussion.

Unexpectedly, her little account had gone mildly viral again—after the last time when she’d killed a cockroach barehanded—and her follower count had gradually grown to nearly 100,000.

Her Weibo content was perfectly wholesome and civilized—no risqué photos, no suggestive captions, just makeup notes and daily food posts. Yet somehow, these new followers who’d found their way to her page always left the same kind of first comment:

[“Is this the blogger rumored to have a great sex life?”]