"You said the one who played the white lotus, Xia Wanfu, her acting is really good, it's top-notch... Wait, Xia Wanfu?"
Qiao Xinyue turned to look at Xia Wantang, her expression as if she had seen a ghost.
Xia Wantang stared at the television and said lightly, "She's my sister."
Xia Wanfu's scenes weren't many and disappeared quickly.
Wen Xuanyuan snorted, and before she could think, she started to mock. It was clear she had a long-standing grudge with Xia Wanfu.
"What good acting? She's clearly just acting like herself."
Hearing Wen Xuanyuan's malicious tone, Qiao Xinyue sensitively detected that something was unusual.
She didn't know much about Xia Wantang's background, but her mother had repeatedly warned her not to inquire about the young madam's family history, not even her family members.
She couldn't help but glance at Xia Wantang. She saw her looking at her phone indifferently, as if she didn't care at all.
Wen Xuanyuan was the opposite. Her emotions would become somewhat agitated when Xia family members were mentioned.
She didn't have a good impression of the Xia family and didn't hide her emotions. She said whatever came to mind, her joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness all visible on her face.
She heard her say with disdain, "It seems you hitched yourself to Young Master Jiang for this purpose.
Only by acting roles that people hate can you become famous. People of poor character will not end well."
She wouldn't forget the expressions on the Xia family's faces when they bullied Xia Wantang, so she would never pity them just because they were down on their luck for a moment.
Qiao Xinyue kept her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart, pretending not to hear Wen Xuanyuan's words.
Because she could tell that Xia Wantang seemed reluctant to talk about these things, and it wouldn't be good if she asked.
Fortunately, Wen Xuanyuan just grumbled a few words and was quickly drawn back by messages on her phone.
The previous incident seemed to have never happened, and the three of them went about their own business.
Xia Wantang's mood at this moment was as calm as it appeared on the surface, without any ripples.
What Xia Wanfu did was none of her business.
Whether she was in poverty or living in luxury had nothing to do with her.
She only hoped to live a good life with Ling Yuchen in the future. He had his career, and she would do what she liked.
May they both be well.
No matter how bad the Xia family had been to her before, they had still raised her.
They had picked her up and saved her life.
"Brother Wen Yan is too handsome, tearing apart the white lotus! I knew Brother wouldn't be fooled."
Qiao Xinyue really liked watching dramas, and she really liked Wen Yan.
She was completely immersed in it, sometimes angry and sometimes laughing.
As for the character Xia Wanfu, she appeared quickly and left quickly, but she was indeed memorable.
Her acting was too good, making her so hateful.
Wen Xuanyuan glanced at the excited Qiao Xinyue and said irritably, "What's so good about that guy Wen Yan? I hate him the most. He's sharp-tongued and foul-mouthed."
Qiao Xinyue frowned, a little unhappy. Anyone would be unhappy if their idol was slandered to their face like this.
But she said nothing, as arguing was meaningless.
To each their own.
Xia Wantang looked at the now quiet Qiao Xinyue, then glanced at Wen Xuanyuan, who was completely unfazed and still looking at her phone.
She knew that Qiao Xinyue was probably a little displeased with Wen Xuanyuan speaking about her idol like that.
However, if she knew that Wen Yan was Wen Xuanyuan's brother, she wouldn't be angry.
So she said casually, "Of course you can say that. Whatever you say about your brother is fine."
The anger that Qiao Xinyue had been holding in instantly disappeared.
She remembered that Xia Wantang had mentioned last time that her best friend was Wen Yan's sister.
But why hadn't she thought of that? And they both had the surname Wen!
If it was the idol's sister saying it, then what reason did she have to be angry? They could say whatever they wanted, it was their family affair.
Wen Xuanyuan was engrossed in her phone and didn't even look up, saying, "It's precisely because I'm his sister that I know his annoying side."
Xia Wantang smiled without speaking, thinking: You're just being stubborn. I don't know who stayed up all night online arguing with anti-fans.
However, seeing Wen Xuanyuan's appearance of being lost in love, she felt a little worried.
Isn't this purely being a love-struck fool?
Once in love, she loses all her thinking ability, her entire focus on dating.
Since she got together with Li Bowen, she either laughed foolishly at her phone or went out on dates.
It felt like she had no time for her own things.
But seeing her like this, Xia Wantang understood that no matter how much others advised her, she wouldn't listen.
Qiao Xinyue originally wanted to ask her more about her idol, but seeing her state, she didn't dare to disturb her.
She also felt it was a bit exaggerated. Since they met, Wen Xuanyuan's phone had never left her hand.
The drama continued to play, and Qiao Xinyue stared intently, infatuated.
Wen Xuanyuan remained in the same posture, holding her phone, with a silly smile on her face.
Xia Wantang couldn't sit still any longer. She got up to stretch her limbs; sitting for too long made her feel uncomfortable all over.
She returned to her room, picked up a book, and sat on the bay window, reading quietly, soon becoming immersed in it.
She majored in Chinese Language and Literature and had a fascination for beautiful sentences.
She felt that these words, combined in this way, were truly exquisite, with countless ways to be paired.
Joy and sorrow, sweetness and bitterness, could all be contained within them, and they could convey emotions and express everything.
Unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.
Only when the light was no longer enough to illuminate the words on her book did she put it down.
Her neck felt a little sore. Xia Wantang massaged it and turned her head from side to side to loosen it, which made her feel much better.
It was already dark, and Ling Yuchen hadn't returned yet. He was probably busy with company matters.
However, Li Bowen had arrived and was sitting on the sofa chatting with Wen Xuanyuan.
Qiao Xinyue had gone to the kitchen, perhaps having had her fill of public displays of affection.
Wen Xuanyuan's face was radiant with happiness, her eyes only for Li Bowen.
Li Bowen, from beginning to end, had a faint smile on his face, looking at her dotingly and speaking to her gently.
Seeing the way the two of them were being so affectionate, especially hearing Li Bowen call her "baby" repeatedly.
Xia Wantang felt like a stray dog on the roadside, not only force-fed dog food but also kicked.
She and Ling Yuchen didn't seem this clingy.
Like now, they hadn't seen each other all afternoon, and she didn't feel that she missed him that much.
Perhaps it was because she knew that Ling Yuchen would eventually come home, and they would never be apart in the days to come.
But Wen Xuanyuan and Li Bowen were different; they were far apart, and their time together each day was limited.
Xia Wantang subconsciously quieted her footsteps, not wanting to disturb their rare alone time. She went to the balcony with a cup of hot water.
Under the hazy night, the neon lights twinkled, and the traffic was endless.
Ahead was Nanjia University, with tall buildings lining the streets. Every window was lit, like brilliant stars.
Looking up, the sky was full of stars again tonight, which meant tomorrow would be another clear and sunny day.