Xia Xianning glanced at him, didn’t recognize him, and nodded: “Yes.”
Zhuo Chen’s sudden loud laughter interrupted Ou Ziheng, pulling him aside and whispering: “Brother Ou, let it go.”
Ou Ziheng asked confusedly: “Who is this guy?”
Zhuo Chen explained: “He’s Xia Xianning! Not only is his grandfather Old Master Xia, but Director Luo is his mentor. You can’t afford to offend him, please keep quiet!”
Ou Ziheng bit his tongue – holy shit, he’s from the Xia family!
He was not an ordinary minor celebrity – with family assets, he’d mixed on the edges of some second-generation circles. He’d heard of the Xia family but never expected that trying to assert himself would lead him into such trouble.
Ou Ziheng hastily said again: “No, no, it’s not a personal matter. I have no objections to Mr. Luo!”
Xia Xianning said: “But I have objections to you.”
Ou Ziheng: “…”
Xia Xianning looked at him for a moment, then coldly said: “Fighting, soliciting prostitutes, drunk driving, public nudity…”
Ou Ziheng was completely stunned. As Xia Xianning spoke, he could feel his colleagues’ gazes becoming increasingly strange, as if they were trying to hold back laughter, and especially surprised, particularly when the words “public nudity” were mentioned. He felt his face burning with embarrassment.
Damn, he had just let loose after drinking, and even the reporters hadn’t caught it. How did the police know so much now!
Watching Xia Xianning speak with a cold, expressionless face, Luo Yingbai couldn’t help but laugh. He knew Xia Xianning was standing up for him, but thinking carefully, Ou Ziheng was indeed quite pitiful, constantly being scolded and having bad luck.
Looking at the man’s appearance, he seemed to cause minor troubles but not serious crimes. Luo Yingbai hoped he would learn a lesson and restrain himself a bit.
He patted Xia Xianning’s back: “Alright, finish your case. We’ll talk about other things later. Let’s go back.”
Xia Xianning asked: “What about you?”
Luo Yingbai smiled: “Let’s go together.”
The four of them left, and Luo Yingbai asked Gou Songze: “Did you catch what you were looking for just now? What was it?”
Gou Songze said: “A fierce ghost, poisoned to death by relatives. But the ghost’s energy was intermittent and hard to find.”
It took us a lot of effort.”
Luo Yingbai thought to himself that it was indeed that wandering fellow: “Let me see.”
Gou Songze glanced sideways: “No way. I’m afraid seeing the ghost might scare you to death.”
Luo Yingbai lightly slapped the back of his head: “Nonsense! You’re just siding with others and making fun of me. Show me, show me!”
Gou Songze: “No, no, no, nah nah nah—”
Xia Xianning, without turning back, said: “Show him.”
Gou Songze: “…”
He silently handed over the item.
The “enchantress” Luo Yingbai was particularly mischievous. After getting the item, he waved it triumphantly in front of Gou Songze: “You didn’t want to give it to me? Come and grab it, hahaha.”
Gou Songze: “…”
Xia Xianning slowed down slightly, walking alongside Luo Yingbai, and asked: “What’s wrong?”
Luo Yingbai said: “I saw this ghost earlier, and it felt strange. This villa area, though slightly remote, is definitely a feng shui treasure land. With three flowers generating gold and evil spirits unable to invade, it shouldn’t attract ghosts. If it had died here, that would be one thing, but why was it chased by you all the way here?”
Xia Xianning pondered: “But among the few people I just saw, none seemed to have any…”
Before he could finish “abnormality”, Luo Yingbai suddenly stopped and quickly unlocked his phone screen.
Gou Songze and Xia Xianning, who knew him best, immediately realized something was wrong when they saw Luo Yingbai’s expression, and asked in unison: “What’s wrong?”
Luo Yingbai turned abruptly and ran towards Ou Ziheng’s house: “Quick, go back!”
Just moments ago, Luo Yingbai’s phone vibrated again. When he opened it, he found a new comment under the Weibo post sent using the “Brother White’s Random Fortune-Telling” account that had followed Xia Xianning’s trend.
Red text!
Most of the original comments were “haha”, some calling it cute, some mocking the imagined image of an old Taoist priest posting such a cute emoji. Only this newly added red comment seemed completely out of place.
Celebrity Ou Ziheng: @Brother White’s Random Fortune-Telling My head! My head is dancing on the ground! Save me, quick, quick, quick!
The last three blood-red “quick” words were shocking, carrying an almost tangible sense of urgent panic. The timestamp was unprecedented close: 23:46, exactly 1 minute from now.
As Luo Yingbai and the other three were racing to save someone, Ou Ziheng was standing to one side, cursing furiously and extremely agitated.
“I just don’t understand! I really don’t understand! Is this kid using some kind of demonic art!”
Did I cause him trouble? That time he got me into a mess! I tried to find someone to beat him up and got bumped into, he claimed he knew the principal when accused of cheating. Today, I finally got him here.
Zhuo Chuan: “Cough cough!”
Ou Ziheng’s curse was interrupted, and he immediately remembered which “pretty boy” he wanted to insult. His words stopped, and in his extreme anger, he swallowed back what he was about to say, his face turning red, and concluded: “Anyway, he’s just a bastard, a fraud pretending to be supernatural, only knowing how to rely on others like a coward!”
Zhuo Chuan advised: “Brother Ou, I think you should let it go. He’s not even in our circle. We don’t need to argue with him. Besides, he has the surname Luo and is close to the Xia family’s young master.”
“Impossible,” Ou Ziheng said impatiently. “Look at how obsequious he is. He’s clearly someone who survives by clinging to others. If he were really from such a background, why would he need to fraud and cheat? For such a fraud, if I were Luo Zhiao, I would have beaten him to death long ago.”
Zhuo Chuan thought about it and felt reassured. In their minds, fortune-tellers were equivalent to frauds. They couldn’t imagine any second-generation official doing such a thing, and with this thought, he felt at ease.
They guessed for half a day without being reliable, and only got one thing right: that Luo Zhao really often had the thought of wanting to kill this son…
Wei Jie also advised beside him: “Brother Ou, don’t be angry. That Gai Xiao doesn’t understand a thing. Don’t take her words to heart. For such a trashy script, having someone like Brother Ou act in it is already a blessing from her previous life. What else could she want?”
Actually, Ou Ziheng didn’t want to collaborate with Gai Xiao either, but as an actor who relied entirely on connections, unable to access higher-level directors and screenwriters, he could only perform in such soap operas to get his face known. Wei Jie’s intention was to flatter Ou Ziheng, but his words came out wrong, and Ou Ziheng felt even more hurt, pushing Wei Jie away and scolding: “What do you mean? Are you saying I’m only capable of taking on trashy roles?”
Wei Jie hurriedly said: “I didn’t mean that. Brother Ou, you misunderstood.”
Ou Ziheng was looking for a place to vent his anger and coldly laughed, speaking with sarcasm: “I’m not good at acting, not as good as you who dares to sell yourself on screen, able to kiss an old orange peel face, truly dedicated.”
He was from web series, had been acting for several years without becoming famous, always just a minor supporting role.
Recently, he gained some popularity by starring in a BL drama that sold well.
