Daddy CEO's Beloved Wife

Chapter 133 Can You Massage My Waist?



The thing that Ran Yue and her agency was afraid of has come. Ran Yue has some fans who love to play the role of a detective, trying to dissect and investigate what brand their idol was wearing on her body and face. But now, these fans were now devastated and shocked at their discovery.

At first, they only wanted to make fun of Ran Xueyi by using the recording they saved from the livestream. They wanted to mock her for being cheated on by her fiance. However, they were face-slapped when they opened the pandora box.

Originally, they were curious to know who the woman in the recording was, little did they know that it was actually their own idol, Ran Yue's voice!

Now, all of Ran Yue fans were dizzy and confused because those who knew where the Ran family lived, drove their cars and reserved a flight ticket to demand an answer to their thousand questions.

"This is unbelievable. I can't accept it! How could she lie to us?" one fan grumbled while standing outside the gates of the Ran family mansion.

Some people nodded in agreement. They were all heartbroken, how could they accept it?

"You should come out and tell us the truth, Ran Yue!"

"Tell us you're not the woman in the audio file!"

Many other fans followed suit and screamed at the top of their lungs. At this moment, it looked like a crusade was happening.

Looking through the gaps of her thick pink curtain, Ran Yue bit her lips as she saw her fans rioting outside the house. Just yesterday, these fans were calling her their princess and sweet-talking to her. But now, they're looking like drooling hyenas circling around a trembling lamb in the middle of a desert, waiting to devour her whole.

Though Ran Yue was scared and worried because her fans were being like this and her career was in danger, she was also expecting this to happen. No fans could continue acting like a true fan and stick to their idols without changing their minds when they see a new actress or singer.

But still, it really made her want to scream.

While Ran Yue was starting to experience the first hurdle in her career, Ran Xueyi, who was also involved in this scandal was being hunted by her fans and several media platforms who wanted to hear her thoughts.

Though the two were experiencing the same thing, being chased by fans and reporters, their situation was quite different because these fans and media platforms intending to interview Ran Xueyi were not here to bully her, they were quite sympathetic and supported her.

Lying in bed with her stomach against the soft bed, Ran Xueyi used her fingers to swipe through the hot topics on Weibo. Surprisingly, she took the top 1 trending list and Ran Yue was second while the rest were all topics regarding this scandal.

A slight smile was on her lips as she read the comments and posts that were released on the related pages of the topics. She would occasionally nod her head when she saw a post speaking on their experiences of being cheated on while laughing when she saw how people were trashing her family and Yang Baihua.

This was what Song Yu Han had to see when he came out of the bathroom after staying under the shower for several minutes. With only a white tower wrapped around his lower waist and with his hair still dripping wet, Song Yu Han would drive anyone's minds crazy and imagine many dirty and naughty things. The mermaid line that slowly disappeared underneath the towel made one swallow hard.

Unfortunately, Ran Xueyi had her back towards him and didn't see it.

"Still looking at your phone." Song Yu Han playfully teased as he stepped around the bed and stood on the side of if.

Ran Xueyi only saw the white towel from the corner of her eyes. But she was preoccupied with what she was reading and replied, "It's just too much fun reading what everyone thought of the situation."

"You're involved in it too. So, what's the fun about it?" Song Yu Han felt amused at how she was ignoring him.

Ran Xueyi shook her head and sighed, You don't know it, but these people have been torching me in the past five years. Now, they are praising me and wanting to support me. Of course, it's fun to watch them change their minds.``

People's perspective on idols, singers, actors and actresses, and other celebrities change quite quickly. You don't know when the hot smoke from the fire will be turned into your direction and when the golden ray of light will shine upon you. As someone who had been in the entertainment industry, Ran Xueyi felt that it was quite interesting despite having known and experienced this since the very beginning of her career.

Song Yu Han naturally couldn't understand it since he wasn't part of the entertainment industry and wasn't interested in this kind of activities that common people did on a daily basis. However, seeing Ran Xueyi smile and having fun with it, he became curious.

But his mind was thinking differently.

'I'm standing here right next to you with only a towel... but you're having fun looking at other things.' Song Yu Han felt defeated.

But how could he give up?

"Stop looking at your phone. You've been looking at it before I even entered the bathroom," said Song Yu Han while reaching out to take her phone out from her hands.

However, he got his hand slapped away.

Song Yu Han: "....."

Feeling mournful as he looked at his hand that was smacked by Ran Xueyi, Song Yu Han took a deep breath.

Then, a naughty and bad idea materialized in his mind at the speed of light.

Ran Xueyi was completely clueless as to what was in his mind. Since last night, her waist has been aching because of the dress she wore from the party.

Without thinking, she tugged on the towel, still not looking at him, and said, "Baby, can you massage my waist? It's hurting a bit."

An opportunity was given for him to act and Song Yu Han mysteriously smiled.

He replied with a smirk, "Alright..."

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