I, Xu Yan, am a financial reporter. I look calm and composed on the surface.
Secretly, I am a big anonymous fan of top celebrity Lu Xingzhuo, and I have been writing about rainbow farts for three years. The content ranges from "My brother's Adam's apple is so sexy" to "I want to lick the mole under his collarbone."
The day the trumpet was hacked, the entire network was waiting to see my club die.
Lu Xingzhuo forwarded all the content except for two words: "Interview."
At the interview site, he blocked me in a corner wearing a bathrobe, and the scar on his knee rubbed against my leg——
It was exactly the same place where he injured me when he pulled me out of the crowd at the music festival three years ago.
"Reporter Xu," he lowered his head and leaned closer, his breath hitting my ear, "that sentence you wrote, 'I want to kiss his Adam's apple'..."
"I'm giving you this chance now."
I thought this was the beginning of a nightmare.
Until the interview recording was accidentally leaked, the entire network heard him chuckle at the end:
"I watched you steal my earrings for three years."
——It turns out that the secret I had hidden for ten years was, in his eyes, just a long wait for you to come to your door.
