The Amnesiac Drama Queen Is Crashing the Live Stream - Chapter 25.1

After a long while, Xia Xingtang couldn’t resist poking Yu Feifei’s head with her fan. “Even if your job only requires your face, you should still get your brain checked if it’s malfunctioning.”

Yu Feifei wore a gossipy expression. “Did nothing really happen? You two were alone in a hotel room all afternoon, with her injured leg and all the commotion. Even though I arrived late, I heard you two made quite the entrance. Would President Pei really be so kind to you, her fake partner, for no reason? Spill it now.”

Wasn’t it exactly Pei Luoqing being inexplicably kind?

Thinking about Pei Luoqing’s mention of “compensating with a relationship” that afternoon, Xia Xingtang didn’t reveal a word, even under Yu Feifei’s relentless interrogation.

Yet, she couldn’t quite grasp Pei Luoqing’s intentions. After all, before today, it was already a miracle that their sham business marriage had managed to survive this long. There was no guarantee Pei Luoqing wouldn’t change her mind someday.

Xia Xingtang glanced at Pei Luoqing, who was being held up by someone, then swayed her feather fan as she headed toward the small open-air balcony nearby.

As she walked, she leisurely asked, “Xiao Feifei, do you remember the last time you had such a delusion?”

Yu Feifei actually thought about it but still couldn’t pinpoint it. “When?”

With a sharp “snap,” Xia Xingtang closed her feather fan and leaned both hands on the railing. The bright moonlight bathed her face, half-hidden in her flowing hair and half-illuminated, like a spirit of the night.

“I vaguely recall…” Xia Xingtang paused, her eyes teasing, “that time you were absolutely convinced your film would break through the Chinese film industry and win an award at Cannes. But then, when it left theaters last week…”

Under Yu Feifei’s warning glare, Xia Xingtang reluctantly swallowed the mention of the film’s dismal box office numbers and earnestly advised, “Xiao Feifei, having dreams is admirable, but not everyone can have the courage of Fish Leong.”

“Yes, yes, Your Highness,” Yu Feifei leaned in as well. “I really can’t compare to you in that regard. After all, I don’t have the courage to buy a lottery ticket and genuinely believe I’ll win 50 million.”

Xia Xingtang: “…”

Truly a best friend, hitting right where it hurts.

Xia Xingtang turned her head and smiled sweetly. “Darling, do you think you have so many friends that losing me wouldn’t matter at all?”

In the next second, Yu Feifei’s hand quickly landed on Xia Xingtang’s arm, patting it soothingly.

“You’re right, you and President Pei are completely innocent and have no relationship whatsoever. How could our princess be so easily tainted? It’s already an honor for her to be engaged to you. Clearly, she’s the one trying to cling to our Xiao Xing. Tell me, who in this world could resist your beauty? Unless she’s blind!”

Even though Xia Xingtang had heard such words countless times before, she still felt a bit embarrassed.

Just as she was about to return the compliments, a few slow, deliberate claps sounded behind them: “Clap… clap… clap.”

Then, a familiar, elegant figure appeared on the balcony, feigning exaggeration as she said, “Hahaha, so it turns out I’ve been blind for over twenty years?”

Xia Xingtang frowned, ready to turn around and engage in a fierce battle of words, but the moment she saw who it was, she instantly fell silent. “Sis… sister?”

Beside her, Yu Feifei also chimed in, “Sister Xia.”

Xia Qingyue nodded calmly. “I came here for some peace and quiet. I hope our princess doesn’t mind?”

“Of course not, of course not.” Xia Xingtang eyed Xia Qingyue suspiciously. “But don’t you need to socialize? Wait, no, sister, tell me the truth. Is our family going bankrupt? This summit doesn’t seem to have much to do with Huanyu, does it?”

“I had some free time, and the scenery at Shili Fangfei is lovely. Can’t I just take a stroll?”

Xia Xingtang: “…”

She swallowed the words “Are you out of your mind?” and asked calmly instead, “Sister, you drove over half an hour from downtown, crossing nearly half of Yuncheng, just for a walk?”

Xia Qingyue retorted, “So it’s definitely not because I came specifically to check on you, right?”

Xia Xingtang opened her fan again, casually waving it. “Well, that’s a bit embarrassing to say.”

Despite her words, there wasn’t a trace of embarrassment on her face. If she had a big tail behind her, it would probably be wagging like a windmill ready to take off.

Xia Qingyue let out a light scoff. “You, embarrassed? In that case, you probably don’t need that sports car or yacht anymore, right? Tangtang is so considerate, saving your sister so much money.”

“No way!” Xia Xingtang instantly turned obedient, gazing pitifully at Xia Qingyue. “You’re a mature CEO now, you can’t go back on your word.”

Yu Feifei nudged Xia Xingtang lightly with her shoulder. “What are you two talking about?”

Xia Xingtang immediately perked up at the question, thrilled to have someone to share her joy with. She quickly pulled up two pictures Xia Qingyue had sent her on her new phone, enlarging them one by one and announcing in a mock broadcaster’s tone:

“What’s it like to ride in the limited-edition Porsche that the CEO of Huanyu splurged on?

Shocking! The treasured ‘Ocean No. 370′ from New York’s Fuli Auction House was successfully bid on, and the mystery buyer behind it is none other than Xia Xingtang!”

Yu Feifei: “…”

“Xiao Xing, I think I could be your sister-in-law again.”

Xia Xingtang gave her a once-over from head to toe. “No, you can’t.”

Yu Feifei had only been joking but was taken aback by Xia Xingtang’s outright refusal. Annoyed, she shot back, “What’s wrong with me?”

Even Xia Qingyue, standing nearby, watched with mild interest.

Xia Xingtang replied with utmost seriousness, “My sister needs to focus on making money. Raising me is expensive, she doesn’t have time for dating.”

Xia Qingyue wrapped an arm around Xia Xingtang’s shoulder and ruffled her hair playfully. “Our Tangtang is so thoughtful.”

“Sister, everyone has their strengths,” Xia Xingtang said earnestly. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to say this, you’re really not cut out for dating. I even asked Pei Luoqing about it, and she said you’ve been single all seven years I lost my memory, right?”

“What does being single have to do with not being suited for dating?” Xia Qingyue replied expressionlessly. “Even though your looks are only second to mine and you’re not as smart as I am, I’m pretty sure you’ve had even fewer relationships than I have, right?”

Xia Xingtang thought to herself: If you’re going to say that, I’ll really spill your secrets in front of others.

She calmly reminded her, “Haven’t you only been in one relationship?”

Xia Qingyue choked on her words.

Xia Xingtang continued to dig up old grievances, smiling as she said, “And that relationship was a secret online romance you had behind your parents’ backs during your senior year of high school. The other person was a cross-dresser pretending to be a woman who not only swindled 200,000 yuan from you but also left you with a lasting aversion to women ever since.

I’m better-looking than you, and my judgment is better too. I would never be so blind as to mistake someone’s gender.

Besides, my partner would never string me along. They’re devoted and deeply in love with me, so much so they’d jump into a lake or smash into a wall for me. They’re good-looking, even-tempered, and the kind of catch you couldn’t find even with a lantern.”

It was like rubbing salt vigorously into an open wound.

Xia Qingyue looked at her strangely. “Did you cheat?”

Xia Xingtang laughed in exasperation. “Who cheated? You’re just jealous.”

She expected Xia Qingyue to continue arguing, but instead, Xia Qingyue merely shrugged and glanced at Yu Feifei behind Xia Xingtang. “Feifei, you probably don’t want to be a third wheel, do you? How about coming with me?”

At these words, Xia Xingtang’s right eye began twitching again, and she vaguely sensed something amiss.

What had happened the last time her right eye twitched?

It was when she was chatting with Yu Feifei, saying she had no intention of finding herself a “mother.”

A sense of foreboding washed over her once more.

Before she could stop either Xia Qingyue or Yu Feifei, she turned her head and suddenly caught sight of a pair of black high heels in her line of vision. Her gaze traveled upward to a pair of fair, slender legs.

The owner of those “manga legs” was leaning casually against the doorframe, idly swirling a wine glass.

It was Pei Luoqing.