The onlookers did not disappoint, thoroughly dissecting the hospital video back and forth.

Eventually, they focused on Wen Liang saying “Who’s spoiling you?” to which Chen Die replied, “Who else is spoiling me?”

Thus, Wen-Die’s torturous love story successfully transformed into a raising-from-childhood romance.

I searched and found that Mr. Wen is 29 this year, six years older than our Die-mei!!

Wuwuwuwuwu I always felt Mr. Wen looked at Die-mei with such doting eyes, like looking at his own little kid!!!

I’m crying—how is Wen-Die still so good to ship even without the angst? I’ve weathered a thousand storms sitting in the audience, watching you receive your first trophy in life.

Wasn’t it said before that Chen Die’s family is very wealthy, even owning her management company? Maybe their families are old friends, and they’ve been childhood sweethearts. Wuwuwuwu I can imagine it.

Ahhhhhhhhhh please screenwriters, turn Wen-Die’s divine love story into a script and let these two play the leads.

Later, someone dug up an old post from Chen Die’s high school forum titled “Does anyone know the contact information for that new transfer student in Class 3, Year 2?”

There was an attached photo that was indeed Chen Die.

This post had been excavated by fans before, and the photo of Chen Die from her second year of high school had been widely circulated. But this time, attention was focused on one particular reply:

“A few days ago, I saw the transfer student walking home with the Wen family’s eldest son. I don’t know what their relationship is, but with someone like that beside her, do you still dare to ask for her contact information?”

The high school Chen Die attended was an elite school with exorbitant tuition fees. The students were all children of Yan City’s business and political circles who knew each other through their families, so naturally, they recognized who Wen Liang was.

But now in the eyes of netizens, it was a completely different story—

Wen! Die! Was! Indeed! A! Raising! Romance!

Chen Die finished reading and turned off her phone with an expressionless face.

She had never thought about it from this angle before—it was merely a coincidence that Wen Liang had brought her home. But now with fans making such a fuss, she felt like maybe this interpretation made sense.

From her second year of high school to her senior year of college, she really had been raised by Wen Liang, and even her temperament was learned from him.

Raising romance…

It sounded quite embarrassing.

She turned her head to look at Wen Liang, her thoughts slowly merging with memories of Wen Liang from years ago.

Wen Liang noticed her gaze, turned his head, and raised an eyebrow: “What’s wrong?”

Chen Die came back to herself: “I feel like you look the same as seven years ago, you haven’t aged at all.”

The car passed through the highway toll booth, slowing down. Wen Liang rolled down the window, resting his arm on the windowsill, turning his head to laugh lightly, looking at her: “You’ve changed quite a bit.”

Chen Die immediately entered the battle mode.

She was ready to fight back immediately if Wen Liang said she had aged.

But this shameless guy’s gaze slowly moved down from her face, his lips curling playfully: “Much bigger than when you were 18.”

Chen Die’s face instantly turned red.

This man had no bottom line.

She turned her head away with a red face, no longer looking at him.

Wen Liang loved seeing her like this and laughed again.

That laughter fell on Chen Die’s ears, each sound like torture, both embarrassing and annoying. Finally unable to bear it, she angrily turned her head and punched his arm: “Can you be any more annoying!”

“I’m driving,” he clicked his tongue, then laughed again, “Bigger is better.”

“…”

It was evening by the time they finally exited the highway and returned to Yan City.

Earlier at the hospital, with so many people around, Wen Liang knew Chen Die was shy, so he had Zhu Qicong bring over a pair of shoes. But now at home, he no longer held back, walking around to the passenger side and directly lifting Chen Die in his arms.

After entering the house, Wen Liang placed her on the living room sofa: “What do you want to eat?”

“Anything.”

Wen Liang took out his phone to order takeout, finished ordering shortly, tossed his phone aside, and pulled Chen Die back onto the sofa with him.

The two squeezed on the sofa, Chen Die almost sinking into it, her head resting on his arm, very close to him. When things quieted down, Chen Die enjoyed any intimate moment with Wen Liang.

After a pause, she spoke: “I saw Lin Quan at the hospital today.”

Wen Liang didn’t seem surprised. Regarding Lin Quan and Chen Ke’s divorce, he had known about it earlier but hadn’t told Chen Die because he felt it wasn’t necessary.

“Lin Quan’s family has wider connections in S City, so it’s normal for her to go there after the divorce,” Wen Liang stroked her hair and asked, “Did you talk to each other?”

“Yes, she apologized to me.”

Wen Liang raised an eyebrow, lightly mocking: “What’s the use of an apology? Just ignore her.”

Chen Die gently pursed her lips and called him: “Wen Liang.”

“Mm.”

“Why did you bring me home back then?” After reading all those comments online, Chen Die was now curious about this question.

Wen Liang was silent for a moment, then smiled, his actions becoming inappropriate again, shamelessly touching and pinching Chen Die, very frivolously: “To raise a child bride. I made a profit.”

“…”

This time, the S City earthquake casualties weren’t too severe in the urban area, but the surrounding areas were hit hard. One of the continuously tracked stories was about the “Xiao” film crew who had been promoting there at the time.

The next day, the film crew publicly donated to the disaster area, proposing that a portion of future box office proceeds would be donated for local post-disaster reconstruction.

Chen Die and Wen Liang had attracted significant social media attention due to their relationship exposure and were targeted by black fans and rival fans who accused them of “entertainment to death,” trying to damage public perception.

Last month, Chen Shao had just set up a personal studio for Chen Die, which was under Yi Ming Entertainment but made receiving various resources more convenient, with one-on-one staff coordination, increasing efficiency.

Chen Die contacted her studio and announced a donation of 1 million yuan to S City.

Having risen to fame with her first film, Chen Die had high popularity and good acting skills, almost being deified, so her participation fee for “Xiao” was also very high. Combined with recent advertisements and magazine covers, Chen Die was now quite wealthy.

Soon after, Wen Yuan Group’s official Weibo reposted Chen Die’s studio Weibo:

@WenYuanGroupOfficial: Wen Yuan Group Chairman Wen Liang personally donates 10 million yuan to the S City disaster area and will fund the construction of five Hope Primary Schools in the disaster-stricken and economically disadvantaged areas.

Although Chen Die and Wen Liang’s relationship had been exposed, they had not yet officially acknowledged it, only implicitly confirming it.

Wen Yuan’s repost was equivalent to an official acknowledgment.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh I’m going crazy!! Everyone ship them!!

Those saying my Die-mei and Mr. Wen are “entertaining to death” and occupying social resources, come and see this. You who can only criticize, have you donated?

Wuwuwuwu what divine love is this?

I also want a love where one donation is 10 million!

I still haven’t processed how my tortuous love for CP suddenly became so sweet. What exactly happened!!

Perhaps what we thought were moments of tortuous love were just a couple’s playful banter.

…

Chen Die: “…”

The S City earthquake matter concluded, and Chen Die continued promoting the film “Xiao” with the crew, also participating in several popular variety shows for promotion.

Although before filming, Fang Ruan would inform the program team or organizers and hosts in advance that topics should focus only on the film and not involve Chen Die’s relationship, they naturally knew which topics would truly cause a sensation and still directly or indirectly steered conversations toward her relationship.

By the end of September, all pre-release promotions ended.

Chen Die could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The initial buzz had subsided somewhat, and she was no longer under so many watchful eyes. After discussing with Fang Ruan, Chen Die decided to simply start a livestream to candidly talk about the matter.

That day, after finishing work, a business car took Chen Die to the west suburban villa, with Fang Ruan also present.

“Why don’t you come in with me?” Chen Die asked her, “I don’t know how to set up a livestream.”

Fang Ruan showed clear resistance: “No way, I’m afraid Mr. Wen will kick me out.”

Chen Die laughed: “He has something tonight and won’t be home.”

Only then did Fang Ruan agree, entering the house trembling.

Auntie Zhang had taken a day off because of something at her daughter’s school, so no one was cooking. Chen Die walked into the kitchen, rarely taking the initiative, opening the refrigerator and asking Fang Ruan: “What do you want to eat?”

“Anything, something simple.”

Chen Die used to be able to make some small dishes, but now her skills were rusty. Not sure if what she made would be edible, she didn’t stand on ceremony with Fang Ruan: “Let’s just eat instant noodles then.”

Fang Ruan watched as she took out two boxes of instant noodles from the upper cabinet: “…That’s a bit too simple.”

“These noodles are delicious, you don’t understand,” Chen Die rolled her eyes.

Fang Ruan retorted: “Oh, your Mr. Wen understands.”

“He doesn’t understand either, he just eats anything. He’s not picky at all.”

While waiting for the noodles to cook, Fang Ruan walked around the living room, and couldn’t help but sigh—evil capitalism was indeed the exploiting class, with every corner exuding the smell of money.

“You can sit here for the livestream later,” Fang Ruan pointed at the sofa, “Your trophy from last time will be perfectly visible in the background.”

Chen Die had no opinion on these matters and nodded in agreement.

After finishing the noodles, Fang Ruan set up the livestream equipment for her, propping up the tablet.

This was Chen Die’s first experience with livestreaming. Seeing her face appear on the screen left her a bit dazed. She stared at the screen for a while, then asked Fang Ruan sitting behind the device: “Is it on?”

Fang Ruan answered quietly: “Yes, several tens of thousands of fans have already joined.”

Earlier in the morning, Chen Die’s studio had announced on Weibo that she would be livestreaming in the evening. Everyone was waiting, joining quickly. The comments scrolled so fast that it lagged for a while before Chen Die could see them.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh I’m here Die-mei!!!

Damn, Die-mei at this distance, I’m dead!!! Is this a human face??!?

Ahhhhhhhhh Die-mei is exactly my type!!!

Having seen Die-mei’s boudoir, I might as well have slept with Die-mei!!

OK, Die-mei’s rich lady persona is confirmed!

Hahahahaha if she doesn’t focus on her career, she’ll just go home to inherit the family fortune.

Fans didn’t know about the affairs of the wealthy families, nor did they know about the feud between Chen Die and Chen Shuyuan. They just assumed Chen Die was live streaming from the Chen family home.

“Hello everyone, I’m Chen Die.”

She was a bit nervous, formally waving to greet everyone.

A wave of “hahahahaha” comments floated by.

Soon, fans began asking about her and Wen Liang.

Chen Die leaned closer to the screen, hugging a cushion, reading the questions people asked and selectively answering.

“Yes, the person in that video is Wen Liang.”

“Right, we were together then. He’s also my ex-boyfriend. We were separated for a while before.”

“A dating reality show? Probably not. He might not like appearing on camera.”

“Tortuous love CP,” Chen Die couldn’t help but laugh, “I saw it before and showed Wen Liang too, but at that time we didn’t plan to make our relationship public, so we had to pretend not to know each other at events. I didn’t expect everyone would think so much into it.”

The number of viewers kept surging, with “Chen Die Livestream” trending to the top.

Many fans were frantically sending gifts. Chen Die said several times that gifts weren’t necessary, but it didn’t help.

But after a while, a system notification suddenly floated by—”Ye Chuqing V” gifted the host a luxury yacht x100.

A moment later, another—”Yi Ming Entertainment V” gifted the host a luxury yacht x200.

Chen Die: “…?”

As the chairman of the film industry association, Ye Chuqing’s Weibo was verified, and because of the previous microfilm plagiarism incident, Chen Die’s fans knew the two had a good relationship.

As for Yi Ming Entertainment, it was obvious. The one who could send gifts to Chen Die must be Chen Die’s cousin, the president of Yi Ming Entertainment.

Die-mei is a life winner, with deep sisterhood and brotherhood!!!

I also want such a simple and direct sisterhood.

Look at her brother!!! What kind of creature is my brother!!!

Chen Die took out her phone from the sofa crack and messaged Ye Chuqing.

[Chen Die: ?]

[Chen Die: What kind of kink is this between you and Chen Shao?]

[Ye Chuqing: ?]

[Ye Chuqing: Just focus on your livestream, look at the camera, don’t gossip about us.]

“…”

Seeing that she could handle the livestream on her own, and having something to deal with early tomorrow morning, Fang Ruan said goodbye and left first.

Chen Die only briefly explained her relationship with Wen Liang, but when questions about “raising romance” or “daddy-type boyfriend” came up, she pretended not to see and skipped them.

After answering relationship questions, Chen Die didn’t know what else to talk about.

“Should we end the livestream here today?” Chen Die suggested.

The comments immediately erupted in wails, everyone asking Chen Die to continue for a while longer.

Chen Die rested her chin on her hand and asked: “Then does anyone have anything else they want to ask?”

“Yes, ‘Xiao’ will be released during the Golden Week on October 1st. Please support it,” Chen Die said, looking at the comments. “A reward for breaking 1 billion at the box office? Let’s see if it happens first. I haven’t decided yet.”

Break 10 billion and post a couple of photos with Mr. Wen!!!

Livestream together too!!!

When can we get more couple content??

The content in the comments really couldn’t get away from Wen Liang.

Chen Die was about to ignore them when suddenly a sound came from behind her. The door opened, and Wen Liang entered, changing into slippers.

Chen Die: “…”

Didn’t you say you’d be back late today?

The comments instantly went crazy.

Gift animations exploded on the screen, blocking even Chen Die’s face.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Are they living together!?!?!?

Thank you, Die-mei, for giving the 1 billion box office reward in advance!!! We need a new reward when it breaks 1 billion! I can still get more sugar!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Tonight I am Chaoyang District’s number one screaming chicken!!

I’m dead!!!

What divine beauty these two have!!! I ship them so hard!!!!

After entering the house, Wen Liang turned around to see Chen Die’s shocked expression and then noticed the screen set up in front of her.

Wen Liang: “What are you doing?”

Chen Die swallowed emptily: “…Livestreaming.”

Wen Liang, a man who had seen it all, obviously didn’t know what nervousness and embarrassment were. He walked behind the sofa and leaned over to look at the screen.

His posture made it look like he was embracing Chen Die from behind, very close, though it wasn’t actually that intimate. But fans were seeing the two giving sugar in real-time for the first time, leading to a flood of comments and gifts.

Wen Liang frowned and complained: “Why is it so white?”

Chen Die: “…”

Is that the focus right now?

Do you have any sense of the situation??!!!

I already told you I’m livestreaming and you still come over to look!!

Chen Die tiredly explained: “It’s called a filter.”

Hahahahahahaha a daddy-type boyfriend

LMAO the CEO seems a bit cute.

Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu so sweet, why am I almost fainting from sweetness with just these few words?

This was also Wen Liang’s first encounter with livestreaming. He glanced at the scrolling comments, originally wanting to see if anyone was saying anything negative about Chen Die, but caught a frequently appearing term in the rapidly scrolling comments.

“What’s a daddy-type boyfriend?” Wen Liang asked.

“…” Chen Die couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him, “Is this the time for your curiosity!?”

Fans had already given a very official explanation in the comments: It describes a boyfriend who treats his girlfriend like his daughter. This type of boyfriend is mature, steady, reserved, reliable, doesn’t talk much, but is considerate.

Wen Liang saw it and raised an eyebrow.

Chen Die couldn’t continue the livestream anymore. She hastily said goodbye to everyone and directly ended the stream.

—The world became quiet.

Wen Liang leaned against the back of the sofa and laughed: “Why are you so nervous?”

“Who knows what else you might say,” Chen Die rolled her eyes, then asked, “Why are you back so early? Didn’t you say you’d be late today?”

“I finished quickly, so I came back,” Wen Liang ruffled her hair, “Going to bed?”

That night, Wen Liang physically broke the daddy-type boyfriend title once again.

What maturity, steadiness, reserve, reliability, and consideration—once his pants came off, none of it existed.

Afterward, Chen Die lay dignifiedly weak on the bed, without an ounce of strength left. Wen Liang, having finished his shower, got into bed and was about to pull her into his arms when Chen Die slapped him.

A “pa” sound.

She couldn’t use much strength, but the sound was still quite loud.

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, grabbing her and pulling her down: “Do you want more?”

Chen Die whimpered, her body shrinking back, choosing to submit in the face of danger to her life: “No more, no more.”

Wen Liang embraced the warm fragrance and soft jade.

The house had just changed shower gel from the previous creamy rose scent to a crisp summer lime scent. Chen Die smelled so good that he buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath.

“Are you a dog?” Chen Die asked with her eyes closed.

“It smells good.”

Chen Die laughed lightly: “A fairy’s natural fragrance.”

Wen Liang: “Then I’m lucky.”

After a moment of silence, Wen Liang spoke: “By the way, do you remember what day tomorrow is?”

Chen Die hesitated. It wasn’t their anniversary or anyone’s birthday. Suddenly, she had an inspiration and figured out what day tomorrow was.

However… it was a bit embarrassing to mention.

And this shouldn’t even count as an anniversary, right?

Tomorrow was the day Chen Die climbed into Wen Liang’s bed five years ago.

She couldn’t say it out loud and asked: “What day is it?”

“The anniversary of my mother’s death.”

Chen Die blurted out: “Huh?”

Wen Liang had never told Chen Die when Shen Yunshu’s death anniversary was. He asked her this purely to see her misinterpret, make a fool of herself, and then get embarrassed.

He teased with a smile: “What were you thinking?”

Chen Die was furious with embarrassment: “Wen Liang!”

He held her and laughed out loud, his chest vibrating, the laughter extremely grating. Chen Die couldn’t stand it and thrashed around in his arms but couldn’t escape.

After hearing him laugh for quite a while, Chen Die finally couldn’t help but sigh: “Stop laughing, it’s too disrespectful.”

Wen Liang didn’t believe in such things at all, being habitually unrestrained, and continued to tease her: “And what you were thinking was respectful?”

“…I didn’t know,” Chen Die pouted, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“It happened so long ago, there was nothing worth mentioning,” Wen Liang’s tone sounded very relaxed as his index finger played with a strand of Chen Die’s long hair.

“Will you go see her tomorrow?” Chen Die asked.

“Mm, let’s go for a visit.”

“I’ll go with you,” Chen Die patted his back, “It’ll be fine.”

He smiled indifferently: “Why do you always think I’m so fragile?”

Chen Die didn’t say anything, just hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

After a moment, Wen Liang put aside his teasing mood and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder.

After Wen Huaiyuan passed away, he was buried together with Shen Yunshu. They had just visited half a year ago.

On the way there in the morning, Chen Die bought some pastries and a bouquet.

Wen Liang had never bought these things when visiting before, simply coming to take a look.

Sitting in the car, he watched Chen Die wearing a wide-brimmed hat, standing across from a small flower vendor by the roadside, selecting a bouquet.

The vendor was very old, with white hair and hands covered in cracked skin.

Chen Die paused, not scanning the code to pay, but walked back to the car to ask Wen Liang: “Do you have any cash?”

Wen Liang gave her his wallet.

Chen Die took out a 100 yuan bill, paid the old grandmother, and didn’t ask for change.

She returned to the car with the flowers, looking quite happy, and handed them to Wen Liang: “Are they pretty?”

“Pretty,” Wen Liang went along with her, then asked, “Why buy these?”

“Isn’t this what everyone does? Otherwise, why would there be so many vendors set up out here?”

Wen Liang was completely unromantic: “You buy flowers, and in a few days when they wither, they’ll be thrown away by the cleaners here.”

“…”

Chen Die really couldn’t reason with him.

“At least they’re beautiful today. You don’t understand—women all love flowers, and didn’t your mother run a flower shop before? She must love flowers.”

Shen Yunshu had passed away nearly 20 years ago. Coming to see her now, the mood was very peaceful.

Chen Die placed the flowers and pastries in front of the tombstone. She didn’t know what to say.

She and Shen Yunshu had never met, and she could hardly even say what to call her.

After a good while, she finally said: “Auntie, Wen Liang and I have come to see you together. I’m his girlfriend, Chen Die.”

Wen Liang never said anything.

Chen Die turned her head to look at him: “You should say something too.”

“Nothing to say.”

…Whose biological mother is this anyway?

Chen Die worried that he was uncomfortable speaking because she was there, so she said: “I’ll wait for you over there. You only come once a year—say whatever you want to say.”

It wasn’t that Wen Liang couldn’t speak because Chen Die was there; he had nothing to say.

Shen Yunshu had been gone for 19 years. Even if she were still alive, after 19 years without contact, they would have grown distant.

When she died, Wen Liang was still an elementary school student whose height hadn’t even started to shoot up. She wasn’t present during the most crucial stages of his character development. Many times, Wen Liang didn’t know what to say.

This time last year, Chen Die had left and broken up with him.

When Wen Liang came to see Shen Yunshu then, he did say a few words.

At that time, he said: “In the 18 years since you passed away, there’s only one thing I feel I did right, but she doesn’t think so.”

The “one thing” he referred to was bringing Chen Die home back then.

Wen Liang crouched down, looking at the young and beautiful woman in the photo on the tombstone, and smiled: “That thing turned out quite well.”

He looked towards Chen Die standing in the distance, her back to him, wearing a sundress. Sunlight poured down, enveloping her entire body, making her seem to glow.

“That’s your daughter-in-law,” Wen Liang said.