Lin Jing washed up and went downstairs with her phone. It was almost ten in the morning, and the entire villa was still quiet. Even the Samoyed, kept in a cage on the first floor, seemed to be just waking up, lying listlessly on its blanket. It barely glanced at Lin Jing when it heard the elevator door open. Only when Lin Jing walked over did it half-heartedly wag its tail.
Lin Jing drank a glass of water and opened the dog cage.
The Samoyed propped itself up on its hind legs and stretched. Only when it saw Lin Jing changing her shoes did it energetically leap out of the cage and trot out the door, following Lin Jing.
While walking the dog, Lin Jing conveniently went to the place Sheng Kuang had taken her yesterday and bought a few sandwiches.
She was hungry, so she unwrapped one on the way back and ate it as she walked. Upon returning home, Lin Jing first filled the dog's bowl with food, then placed the packed sandwiches on the dining table. She wrote a note on a piece of white paper. After the dog had eaten its fill, she put it back in its cage before returning upstairs.
With nothing else to do, Lin Jing continued the painting she had started the previous night.
Her inspiration and touch were good today. By the time she finished in one go, it was already one in the afternoon.
She did some final touch-ups on the finished drawing and uploaded it to Weibo. After the successful upload, she picked up her phone.
There were two new messages on her phone, both from Lan Bowen. The first was sent an hour ago, and the second five minutes ago.
Lan Bowen: Thanks for breakfast.
Lan Bowen: Come downstairs to eat.
Xiao Jing Jiang: Okay.
After replying, Lin Jing went to the bathroom. When she came out, she walked downstairs while checking Weibo on her phone.
Her popularity was currently very high. The drawing she had just uploaded had already received thousands of replies in this short period.
Lin Jing opened the trending posts and skimmed through them. She then sent a mass "block" gift to everyone who had commented under the guise of being Yang Sinian's fan or gdt's fan, and who were also attacking Sheng Kuang's fans.
As Lin Jing was in the process of blocking, the elevator stopped.
She looked up and saw Sheng Kuang through the open door.
She instinctively locked her phone screen.
Sheng Kuang was wearing a white t-shirt with a slightly loose neckline, revealing a sliver of his perfectly sculpted collarbone. He had just washed his face, and his naturally falling bangs were wet. The hair on the back of his head was probably messy from just waking up, not yet styled.
He looked as if he hadn't woken up yet, staggering into the elevator with drooping eyelids. He saw her, obviously startled, then paused for a moment and mumbled an "mm."
In the dining room, everyone else was already present.
The group had been waiting for them and were starving. As soon as they sat down, He Wang immediately handed them two pairs of chopsticks.
Lin Jing subconsciously said thanks and reached out to take them, but as soon as her fingertips left the table, Sheng Kuang took both pairs.
Lin Jing turned her head and saw Sheng Kuang place one pair of chopsticks on the bowl, gently break the other pair, and then wipe them clean with a napkin. With natural movements, he placed them on her bowl.
Lin Jing didn't know why she felt guilty, but she subconsciously looked around at everyone at the table.
Seeing the young men unpacking takeout boxes or scooping rice, with no one noticing this small detail, she felt relieved and picked up her chopsticks.
She picked up a dish and brought it to her mouth. Thinking that these were chopsticks broken for her by Sheng Kuang, her ears involuntarily felt a little warm.
Qin Yu, sitting opposite Lin Jing, saw her reddened ears and asked in confusion, "Lin Jing, what's wrong?"
Lin Jing looked up. "Ah?"
Qin Yu pinched his own ear. "Why are your ears so red?"
"...Ah?" Lin Jing raised her hand and pinched her own ears, finding that they were indeed burning hot, but she stubbornly replied, "Are they?"
He Wang nodded vigorously. "Yes! Extremely red."
"..." Lin Jing was momentarily speechless. After a few seconds, she saw a box of bright red chilies in front of her and immediately said, "Really? Maybe the food is too spicy."
Lan Bowen looked over at her. "You can't eat spicy food?"
Actually, she could, and she ate a lot of it, but Lin Jing could only go along with it. "Mm, not very well."
Lan Bowen: "Okay, then next time I order food, or ask Auntie to cook, I'll try to avoid chili."
Just as Lin Jing was about to say "It's okay," Sheng Kuang, who was sitting next to her, suddenly reached out and placed a plate of small greens and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, which were farthest from her, in front of her.
Lin Jing stopped the words on her lips and then watched helplessly as the boiled meat she disliked the most was moved by Sheng Kuang to the other side of the dining table.
Sheng Kuang turned to look at Lin Jing. "Eat these two. These two aren't spicy."
Lin Jing glared at the broccoli she particularly hated. "...Oh."
After the meal, Lin Jing helped Lan Bowen and Jiang Xin clear the table. As she went out, she saw that the others, unlike yesterday, didn't immediately go to play games after eating. Instead, they were gathered around the sofa, holding up phones and talking about something.
Lin Jing didn't pay much attention to them and walked towards the elevator, holding her phone.
The voices of those people were quite loud, so even if she didn't want to listen, she could still hear them.
He Yizhou: "These comments are good. The clothes are pulled up too high. They should be pulled down a bit more."
Qin Yu: "Hahaha, and this sentence: Is this something I can watch without paying?"
He Wang: "The replies in the comments are even more brilliant. Don't worry, it's not something you can watch for free elsewhere, but for the wife, there's nothing she can't see."
He Yizhou: "This one, this one, this comment is also quite funny. A blogger who dances on Weibo's moderation every day."
He Wang: "If you ask me, the funniest is still Brother Kuang's cheering phrase: Obsessed with Kuang, mad for Kuang, I'll bang my head against the wall for Kuang Kuang. It's too catchy!"
Qin Yu: "This blogger is quite funny. He blacklisted everyone who cursed Brother Kuang."
As Lin Jing listened, the things they were saying sounded increasingly familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before, and specifically, as if she had just seen them somewhere.
She stopped and turned her head to the side.
She happened to be right behind the sofa, and with a glance, she clearly saw the Weibo pages on everyone's phones.
The three of them were browsing Weibo, and the pages were uniformly displayed. The Weibo name at the top was one she was all too familiar with: Tian Tian Tian Tian Tong Xue.