A Strange Transmigration Novel - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

That evening, I was livestreaming while editing a vlog of the recent event.

I’d originally wanted to include some scenery shots.

But the camera had only managed to capture people-crowds upon crowds of them.

It was a literal sea of people.

I chatted with my fans while editing, taking the opportunity to clear things up for Shi Xu. “President Shi is my former boss. The ‘stand-in’ thing was fake, just a script. President Shi isn’t that kind of person.”

Modern shippers only hear what they want to hear.

[What? Shi Xu is your ex?]

“No,” I said urgently. “He was my boss.”

Someone pretended to mishear: [No, he’s your husband?]

Me: “…”

The more I tried to explain, the worse it got.

I think I finally understood how my cousin’s ‘White Moonlight’ legend came to be.

Then I saw another piece of strange trivia.

[Fun fact: Shi Xu is Sang Ting’s ex.]

I felt this ‘fun fact’ was half-true.

In this circle, people don’t have partners; they only have ‘Followers.’

I suppose he could technically count as my former ‘Follower.’

After staying in Hangzhou for a week, I started running around the country again.

Back when I was trying to avoid Shi Xu, I changed my IP address every day and never got the chance to actually enjoy the places I visited. I decided to map out a proper travel route.

Shi Xu also mapped out a route for inspecting factories and branch offices.

His route overlapped with mine for the most part.

How does he have so many companies and factories?

I’m ready to throw hands with the rich.

I remembered a long time ago when I was still Shi Xu’s secretary.

He often flew all over the place with that high-ranking male secretary of his.

It was like traveling on the company dime.

My educational background was too high for a rapper, but too low to accompany Shi Xu on business trips. I could only run up and down between twenty floors with tears in my eyes.

Things were different now.

I was flying all over the place too.

Shi Xu and I spent plenty of time together and very little apart; our relationship was thriving.

Under the witness of my useless System, we officially became a couple.

The System Illusion wailed inside my head, clutching its scalp. “How did you end up together? According to my plan, the male lead should have at least coughed up three liters of blood while chasing his wife back!”

“Coughing up three liters of blood would kill a person,” I pointed out.

System: “Healthy love is important, sure, but a life-and-death angst-fest is truly spectacular.”

I gave it a mental middle finger.

Shi Xu’s new company went public.

My followers were nearing the ten-million mark, and my career was booming.

We both had bright futures.

At a gala sponsored by Shi Xu, I attended in full evening wear, leaning on his arm.

A shiftless second-generation rich kid looked at me with a confused expression. “She is?”

Shi Xu was concise: “My ‘Follower.'”

A top-tier influencer with tens of millions of followers looked at Shi Xu with gossiping eyes. “What’s your relationship with President Shi?”

I was equally concise: “My ‘Follower.'”

“So you two are…?”

“Conjugate Followers.”

“…”

Behind us, someone whispered, “Is the word ‘partner’ too hot for their mouths?”

I smiled slightly. “In this circle, there are no partners, only ‘Followers.'”

The rich kid muttered, “Then I’m a person without a Follower…”

I clearly felt Shi Xu’s body stiffen.

The ‘strong’ words he’d said in his youth would be enough to make him cringe for years.

After Shi Xu and I went public, there were blessings and there were doubts.

But it didn’t matter. They were just NPCs in my world.

The System disappeared on an ordinary night.

The script had been in tatters, but the System had patched it up as best it could.

It wrote one final line: [In the end, Sang Ting and Shi Xu lived happily ever after.]