Chapter 271: Starting to Worry, This Is Not a Real Meeting

For some reason, back when Jiang Qiuqiu and Mo Si were complete strangers, Mo Chengyu could freely imagine them as a couple.

But now that it seemed like something was starting, her heart felt heavy.

This wasn’t a public relationship.

Her brother had hidden his identity.

Although Qiuqiu was gentle, she was also a decisive person. She didn’t like being lied to.

’Mismatched identities... It’s a total mess.’

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After Mo Chengyu had been talking with Jiang Qiuqiu for a while, a call came in from the company.

Meimei would ask if Jiang Qiuqiu was awake at a set time every day. After two straight days of no news, there was finally an update.

She immediately called. Seeing that Jiang Qiuqiu had work to attend to, Mo Chengyu got up and went outside.

As it happened, she had something she wanted to discuss with Mrs. Ai’er.

"Qiuqiu! You’re finally awake!"

Meimei breathed a sigh of relief. "How are you now? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Jiang Qiuqiu first expressed her thanks to Meimei and Little President Qian. "I saw the fruit basket you brought over. Thank you for visiting me, and for calling an ambulance."

"It was nothing. The important thing is that you’re alright."

"I’m doing okay. Oh, right, Meimei, how are things with the livestream channel?" Jiang Qiuqiu only remembered collapsing during the stream, and she figured it must have caused a huge stir.

Speaking of the livestream, Meimei remembered something.

"Oh, right, Qiuqiu..."

"What is it?"

"There was a huge stir, yes, but it wasn’t just about you collapsing. There was also—" Meimei then told her about the issue with the camera angle changing.

"Oh, so I was exposed?"

"Yes. GIFs of you are circulating everywhere in the circle now." Meimei had expected Jiang Qiuqiu to be more upset, but to her surprise, she said, "You’re much calmer than I imagined."

"It’s not like getting upset would change anything. What’s done is done, I just have to accept it." Jiang Qiuqiu touched her forehead. "I guess I really shouldn’t have pushed myself." ’If I had just postponed the stream for a day, none of this would have happened.’

"I blame myself for rushing you." Meimei had been blaming herself for a long time after learning that Jiang Qiuqiu had forced herself to finish the stream despite feeling extremely unwell. "Next time, if you’re not feeling well, you can just tell me directly."

"The promotional schedule is actually quite flexible. If there’s a real emergency, we can always ask a few of the more cooperative branch companies to swap slots with us." ’At most, it’s just a small waste of resources.’

"Okay, I know. It won’t happen again."

Meimei then updated her on the current situation with the livestream channel.

"Wanxing and the operations team have taken over the channel. They’ve been communicating with the fans every day, updating them on your condition."

"But since you were unconscious for the past two days, the fans kept asking—"

"The customer service department has been getting calls every day asking when you’ll recover."

"And yesterday, a group of student fans came to the branch office to ask about you."

Fortunately, even though everyone was anxious, they were still orderly. It wasn’t just her who had been busy lately; Little President Qian had been run off his feet.

A lot of people from the second-generation circle had also been sending messages to ask about Jiang Qiuqiu, especially that young lady from the Dais Family. She sent five messages a day—morning, noon, night, plus afternoon tea and a late-night snack.

"Since you’re awake now, if it’s convenient, you could do a short livestream."

"Just to let everyone know how you’re doing."

"Okay, I’ll stream tonight."

"After that, just focus on getting better." Meimei still didn’t know that Jiang Qiuqiu had been ambushed; she thought she had just gotten sick from overwork. "Don’t worry too much. Xiao Wan will handle things with the fans. You just take care of yourself."

"Got it."

Jiang Qiuqiu realized that even though she had arrived in this era all alone, it seemed she wasn’t alone anymore.

From all corners of her life, near and far, came countless sources of warmth.