Divorce: This Is A Trivial Matter

Epilogue 9

When Xie Rong refreshed the page, she saw Fang Cheng Ran's reply.

Great God wanted to meet her at the old place?!

She rubbed her eyes, making sure she hadn't misread, then almost fell off the upper bunk.

Zhu Zhu, who was now shampooing her hair in the bathroom, was alarmed by the sound. Wiping the bubbles off her forehead, she squinted in and asked, "What are you doing? Demolishing the bed?"

"No... Nothing..." Xie Rong was honestly unable to move. She patted her face in an attempt to calm herself down. She could still see the green text of "Author's reply" on the screen, and she giggled wretchedly.

At the old place, she had an 'old place' with the Great God... Wait a minute. Where was the old place?

In her mind, she carefully went over all the places they had been to. The bar, cafe, concert hall and... his doorstep.

Wasn't that the old place where she had ambushed him at the house gate so many times... Oh, Great God, you bold and unrestrained beast! She wanted to scream!

As that was happening, the comment area exploded.

"...What the hell is this?"

"I feel like a new black wave is coming. The theme this time is Great God hooking up with their readers [goodbye]"

"I believe I saw in the news yesterday that a certain star slept with a fan again [laugh cry]"

"Where is 'the old place'! Surrender the address and we can still be friends!"

"Has anyone noticed that this Auntie Washing Railways was the one who used to send advertisements? Maybe Great God is just putting their foot down."

"Great God, if you're successful in hooking up, will you finally resume updating? [Laugh cry]"

...

Seeing all the replies, Xie Rong feared that she might blacken Great God's reputation and quickly explained: "Everyone, you've misunderstood! It's I who has been doing the hooking!"

All readers: "..."

Watching the cool screen, Fang Cheng Ran's mouth could not help but quirk up. To have found such a crazy girl to play the part of his girlfriend, his standards must have dropped to the point where it didn't bear thinking about.

 

The next day Xie Rong got up early, putting on a face mask and choosing clothes, bustling about happily. At nine o'clock, she finally hurried out with her bag.

The girl sleeping at the door heard the sound of the door closing, and mumbled, "Who was that?"

Zhu Zhu, who had been lying in bed reading a novel, replied, "Little Xie Rong."

"Huh? Doesn't she usually sleep in the latest? It's still the weekend."

"Don't you think she's changed recently?" Zhu Zhu speculated. "I suspect she's in love."