The Movie Queen's Virtual Little Girlfriend - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Invisibility

Feng Man’s abrupt turn of phrase didn’t actually have much of an impact on Jiang Yitong.

She remained unbothered, calmly watching Feng Man’s messages pop up with their eye-catching exclamation points, then waiting quietly for a few seconds until the next point arrived.

She was sufficiently composed, she didn’t seem worried about any issues with her Weibo account. Her curiosity was driven more by a desire to understand the confusion. She simply couldn’t fathom how the connection between her Weibo and Jiang Er’s had come to be.

She had never operated her account to follow the other party, so she wanted to know if this was a hallucination, an artificial manipulation, or something she had inadvertently done without her own knowledge.

Yet, this shouldn’t exist in the first place. Every day and every night, she remembered everything she had done, how could she have missed something that was, by no means, a small matter?

Feng Man’s message arrived, leaving Jiang Yitong frowning in bewilderment.

Feng Man: Why on earth are you following a marketing account? Unfollow it immediately!

Feng Man: I thought the day when you’d accidentally click the wrong button would never come, and now you’ve given me such a huge surprise.

Jiang Yitong didn’t reply; she navigated to Weibo to check her following list. From the time she joined the crew until now, she remembered the last person she followed was Xia Yang. In this crew, she had only followed Xia Yang, yet here, the other party had become the third person from the bottom of her list. The last person, looking at the name and the yellow “V” verification badge, did indeed look like a marketing account.

She clicked into their homepage and only found some messy gossip; who knew if it was true or false? There was even a post about her, claiming she was at odds with her new crew, that friction had occurred as soon as she joined, and that the rift had only deepened with time. There were over a hundred comments below, but Jiang Yitong had no interest in reading them and directly clicked “Unfollow.”

After removing that marketing account, the last person on her following list became Jiang Er. Strangely, Feng Man didn’t ask a single question about who that was, seemingly ignoring Jiang Er’s existence entirely.

Jiang Yitong: Deleted it now.

Returning to WeChat, Jiang Yitong reported back to Feng Man.

Feng Man: I saw a few posts about you on that marketing account—not only saying you were at odds with the crew, but also with an actor you once worked with. They basically pointed out that you have a terrible temper and bad relationships with everyone you’ve collaborated with.

Feng Man: Unfollowing is fine. Be careful when surfing the web next time; don’t accidentally click anything. There was no stir this time, but next time you might end up trending. You know what I mean. Jiang Yitong: Mhm.

Just when Jiang Yitong thought the whole affair was about to fizzle out, Feng Man sent another message.

Feng Man: By the way, what was the “anomaly” you wanted me to see?

Feng Man: What wasn’t supposed to be there? I just flipped through your few follows and didn’t see anything out of place, except for that marketing account.

It was clear that Feng Man was now the one who was completely in the dark. Jiang Yitong didn’t know why Feng Man couldn’t see Jiang Er, as if Jiang Er’s account had successfully turned “invisible” in the list, visible only to her.

Since that was the case, she decided not to dwell on this eerie matter. She only needed to remember that her filming was real, her work was real, and her life was real; whatever else was true or false could be left as it was, it wasn’t that important.

Jiang Yitong: It’s nothing now. Thank you for your hard work.

Feng Man: ? Alright then. As long as it’s nothing. It’s no trouble at all; it was just a quick look.

Feng Man: Okay, I won’t chat anymore. I have things to do. I’ll come over this afternoon to ask you about that other matter.

Jiang Yitong responded with a “Mhm” without consciously thinking about how to respond to Feng Man later; she would cross that bridge when she got there. Furthermore, she hadn’t lied to Feng Man—she really had been “just asking.” How could she possibly be interested in going to a concert? Time wouldn’t allow it, and she had no interest in it herself.

In the afternoon, when Feng Man arrived at the set, she brought hundreds of milk teas and desserts for the production staff and headed straight for Jiang Yitong’s area.

Jiang Yitong was sitting in the lounge reading her script. She wasn’t alone; Fang Qing was sitting nearby, also silently flipping through a script. Their methods of silence differed: Jiang Yitong was 100% focused, while Fang Qing would glance at the person not far from her from time to time.

Since Jiang Yitong was paying her no attention, completely absorbed in the script, Fang Qing’s gaze became increasingly bold, shifting from stealthy glances to unabashed observation. More accurately, she was admiring a landscape painting she found exquisitely beautiful. Whether Jiang Yitong was still or moving, she was enchanted as if under a spell.

The heat from the heater filled the room, reaching a stuffy temperature, yet the atmosphere was as frigid as frost. Jiang Yitong was indifferent, not caring in the least. Fang Qing had felt the chill initially and tried to start a conversation to liven things up, but her obsession with watching Jiang Yitong caused her repressed desires to swell beneath the surface. The room was cold, but she felt feverish.

When Feng Man entered, she greeted Fang Qing, inadvertently stopping her from speaking and forcing her unspoken words back down her throat. Then, Feng Man went straight to Jiang Yitong, sat on the sofa beside her, and hugged her warmly, her right hand covertly gripping Jiang Yitong’s shoulder.

She didn’t mince words or offer any buildup; she went straight to the point: “Tell me, what’s the deal with this concert?”

Her eyes were almost touching Jiang Yitong’s face, her gaze scorching and fixed, not wanting to miss a single micro-expression of change.

Jiang Yitong, however, gave her no reaction. She calmly and blandly repeated the same reason she had given earlier: she was just asking, and there was nothing to it. Feng Man didn’t respond immediately, staring at her face the entire time.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yitong was a versatile actress, she disguised herself too well, and even if Feng Man stared until she died, she couldn’t find a flaw. Even so, Feng Man didn’t believe her answer. There was no such thing as “just asking.”

If this happened to Jiang Yitong and the question was asked by her, there had to be a reason. Everyone in the world could say “just asking,” but not Jiang Yitong. Feng Man, who had spent so much time with her, was certain of this. Thus, no matter how Jiang Yitong parried, she was determined to dig out the truth.

Fang Qing listened intentionally, the keywords “concert” and “who are you going with” swirling in her mind. She kept listening quietly, though her inner itching grew worse. She was desperate to know who Jiang Yitong was going to the concert with, so she glanced at Feng Man from time to time, secretly urging her to force the answer out of Jiang Yitong.

No matter how many times Feng Man asked, Jiang Yitong’s answer remained the same. Feng Man knew she had lost, but she made one last struggle, tentatively mentioning people in the crew, hoping she might guess right. “Is it Xia Yang?”

Jiang Yitong glanced at her and didn’t speak. From her expression, Feng Man knew she was wrong, but she couldn’t imagine anyone else in the crew who was close enough to Jiang Yitong to attend a concert together. Could it be…?

Feng Man shifted her gaze, accidentally meeting Fang Qing’s secretly averted eyes. It was unexpected. Fang Qing didn’t know how Feng Man’s eyes had suddenly landed on her, and she opened her eyes slightly, questioning the agent. Feng Man sized her up, then quickly shifted her gaze back to Jiang Yitong, who remained oblivious to their interaction, focused entirely on her script as if everything were irrelevant.

Jiang Yitong’s reaction seemed normal, which actually made Feng Man hesitate. Setting aside the fact that they were always together studying scripts, right now, when she entered, only the two of them were present. They were sitting a bit too close, which forced Feng Man to become suspicious. Yet, she couldn’t be entirely sure, at least looking at Jiang Yitong’s attitude toward Fang Qing, it didn’t seem possible.

She sighed helplessly and decided to stop dwelling on the concert, at least not in this environment. Knowing Jiang Yitong wouldn’t drink the milk tea or eat the desserts, she couldn’t be bothered to ask and pushed the items closer to Fang Qing, telling her not to be shy. Finally, she gave Jiang Yitong one last look with an unreadable expression, stood up, and left the room, leaving Jiang Yitong and Fang Qing alone.

Jiang Yitong didn’t even raise an eyelid, continuing what she was doing. Fang Qing watched Feng Man leave, her thoughts pulled away, still guessing what Feng Man’s words meant. What concert? Whose concert? Was Jiang Yitong going to a concert, and who would be going with her?

Her deep gaze rested on Jiang Yitong. For the first few seconds, Jiang Yitong maintained her posture of reading the script. Seconds later, Fang Qing watched as Jiang Yitong picked up her phone, tapped a few times, and seemed to enter an app. She saw Jiang Yitong’s eyes linger on the screen, wondering what she was looking at, before she began tapping away, as if replying to a message.

Fang Qing felt that if she were staring this brazenly, Jiang Yitong should have noticed immediately and hidden her privacy. But Jiang Yitong showed no reaction, as if she had ignored Fang Qing’s existence entirely, unafraid of her staring directly at her phone.

Fang Qing indeed tried to look, but her angle was blocked, and she couldn’t see clearly, unable to pry into a single trace of Jiang Yitong’s privacy. She could only guess, she guessed she was likely chatting with the person she was going to the concert with.

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