WBSGVS Chapter 165 V2

Meanwhile, Qingli’s latest Weibo post caused a stir, not because she was still a top-tier celebrity. After two years of marriage, Shen Yanjun had already stepped away from acting to focus on the family business. His popularity had waned, with younger stars taking the spotlight.

But the drama between him and Qingli remained a hot topic.

So when she answered a poll with the option “No way,” it was like a slap in the face to everyone speculating. The post skyrocketed to the trending list. Influencer accounts rushed to repost it, fanning the flames of gossip.

Soon, everyone was talking—Weibo, short videos, news apps… It was everywhere.

Naturally, Shen Yanjun and Xu Yin saw it too.

At that moment, they had just returned to his office after lunch. He needed to get back to work, while Xu Yin had plenty of free time. She didn’t want to leave and pouted about staying with him longer.

They had only reunited a little over a month ago, and Shen Yanjun still tolerated her clinginess. Even though it was starting to get on his nerves, he nodded and agreed.

As they walked into the building, both of them could feel the change in atmosphere.

The way the employees looked at them—subtle, but full of disdain.

Shen Yanjun frowned, his eyes cold as he swept them over the crowd.

Out of fear of their boss’s authority, the employees all lowered their heads — but their disdain only grew deeper.

Bringing a mistress into the office like this? Was he insane? And to think they used to admire him just because he was once an actor.

No one looked their way, which made Shen Yanjun feel more at ease as he continued walking forward.

Xu Yin followed obediently behind him. Her elegant features held a slight, gentle smile, showing no sign of the manipulative way she clung to Shen Yanjun the night before, pretending to be drunk so the paparazzi could snap their photos.

Contrary to the public’s assumption that they’d already “sealed the deal,” Shen Yanjun was extremely restrained with her. He wasn’t particularly interested in her — what lingered between them was more nostalgia than passion, and there was always a sense of unfamiliarity between them.

Maybe that’s because she wasn’t the “white moonlight” he remembered.

But that was fine. Xu Yin wasn’t about to let herself fail this time.

She was so clear-headed because during her flight back to the country, she had fallen asleep and dreamed about her entire life.

It wasn’t a long dream — just the life of a side character. In the end, she was broke, kicked out of the country, and died alone in a foreign land.

Now that she knew she was just the supporting character, Xu Yin couldn’t accept it.

Even if Shen Yanjun’s true love was someone else, he had been with her for over a year. Even if she had misled him into believing she was the woman from his memories, that didn’t change the fact that she was the one who had been by his side.

And the Shen family was rich. Back when she was young and naive, she hadn’t understood the full weight of that. She had taken the money and left. Now, she realized just how much she had given up.

Xu Yin was still following the plot from her dream for the most part — except for one change: she was now clinging tighter to Shen Yanjun.

She wanted him to get used to her presence quickly. That way, it would be easier to get pregnant.

Once she had his child, Shen Yanjun would never be able to abandon her.

Of course, she wasn’t just making moves on one front. She had already interfered with the drama that was supposed to revive Huo Qingli’s career.

As long as Huo Qingli didn’t mention her childhood illness and hospitalization in public, Shen Yanjun would never realize that his beloved “white moonlight” was her.

They stepped into the elevator. Inside the spacious cabin, it was just the two of them.

Xu Yin took a deep breath, lifted her head with an embarrassed smile, and said, “A lot of people were staring at me back there. Is it still about yesterday? Didn’t I ask you to clear it up? I was drunk, remember!”

Shen Yanjun didn’t even raise an eyebrow. He took out his phone and replied indifferently, “Don’t worry about it.”

Xu Yin felt a surge of satisfaction. He still cared about her. If he wasn’t explaining things publicly, it was probably because the divorce was coming soon.

She smiled, trying to hide her emotions, and casually opened her phone to scroll.

Then she gasped, “Huo Qingli posted on Weibo!”

Shen Yanjun saw it too. The post already had over thirty thousand comments. When he opened it, the top reply said:

“OMG, is the simp finally waking up?”

“I’ve had enough. She’s a freaking heiress! Why does she have to cling to Shen Yanjun like he’s the only man in the world?”

“Didn’t think I’d live to see the day she starts eating the gossip herself. Is she warning netizens, or threatening Shen Yanjun?”

“She’s probably just bluffing. After all, she chased him for years — pathetic.”

“Not gonna lie, pretty sure Shen Yanjun cheated. Who’s the other woman? Come on, internet sleuths, do your thing. She looks super familiar…”

At first, Shen Yanjun only frowned slightly, feeling vaguely annoyed.

But when he saw that last comment, his face changed.

He clicked in and saw that the netizens had already tracked the woman down. After several comparisons, they matched her to a photo — Xu Yin from her high school days, when she worked part-time as a print model.

Her appearance had changed with time, but it was her.

She’d been doxxed.

Shen Yanjun’s expression darkened. Sensing something was off, Xu Yin tugged on his sleeve and softly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll handle it,” he said, shaking his head and avoiding a direct answer. He exited Weibo and dialed Huo Qingli’s number.

The phone rang twice and connected.

He said coldly, “Delete your Weibo post. Right now. Immediately.”

Qingli hadn’t even checked the caller ID when she picked up, so she was caught off guard. “Huh?”

Who the hell talked to her like that?

She glanced at the screen, saw it was her ex-husband, and, without hesitation, tapped the red button — then blocked his number.

Shen Yanjun, being rejected by Huo Qingli for the first time in his life: “???”