I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 53

Yu Wei frowned when she saw that Weibo post.

 

Just when her mood had slightly improved, she felt uncomfortable all over again.

 

Although the comment didn’t contain any profanity, the malicious undertone was practically oozing off the screen. To make matters worse, it was one of the top comments, with a significant number of likes.

 

Yu Wei was furious but felt completely helpless.

 

During a meeting earlier, Lin Xia had explicitly told the two of them not to post anything on social media, to avoid further fueling speculation. Everything was to be handled by the agency.

 

Now, seeing a comment like that out of the blue, she couldn’t even respond to it.

 

Frustrated with herself, Yu Wei rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a carton of cold milk, and took a big gulp straight from the box.

 

Ji Fuyi was focused on the documents on her tablet. She was in deep concentration when she suddenly noticed the space beside her was empty. Looking around, she spotted Yu Wei standing in front of the fridge, half her face obscured by the open door, with only her eyes visible — and those eyes looked decidedly angry.

 

“What’s wrong?” Ji Fuyi asked.

 

Yu Wei drank another big mouthful of milk, feeling her anger subside a little, before turning around and saying, “They’re calling me a sasaeng fan again. I’m upset.”

 

Ji Fuyi couldn’t help but laugh.

 

Yu Wei stood there in front of the fridge, the door still wide open, holding the milk carton in one hand and the fridge door with the other. A white ring of milk clung to her upper lip, making her look a bit silly.

 

“What are you laughing at?!”

 

Yu Wei didn’t understand why she was laughing, but Ji Fuyi’s smile eased her tension a little. Still, knowing Ji Fuyi, that smile definitely meant teasing was incoming.

 

“Nothing,” Ji Fuyi set her tablet aside and stood up to stretch, walking around the room. “You just look kind of silly.”

 

That definitely wasn’t nothing. Yu Wei was just about to argue when she saw Ji Fuyi heading toward the balcony. She quickly put the milk back in the fridge and hurried over to her. “Going out for some sun?”

 

Ji Fuyi nodded, opened the door, and stepped outside. “Just need some fresh air.”

 

Standing on the balcony, she looked out at the now-mild afternoon sun and said, “The sunlight’s not so harsh anymore. Sitting out here for a bit won’t get us tanned.”

 

Yu Wei followed her out with a tray of lemon water and fruit, placing it on the small table. She sat opposite Ji Fuyi and nudged her chin in that direction. “Eat some fruit.”

 

Ji Fuyi, seeing Yu Wei act so naturally bossy, didn’t bother refusing. She picked up an apple and began munching on it.

 

Yu Wei watched Ji Fuyi eat and couldn’t help but admire her. Even a beauty eating an apple looks good, she thought.

 

They had come outside to soak up the sun, but within ten minutes, Yu Wei was already feeling drowsy.

 

This kind of afternoon sunlight was just too perfect for napping.

 

Turning her head, Yu Wei asked, “Aren’t you feeling sleepy?”

 

Ji Fuyi was gazing at the sea, watching wave after wave roll in as she ate her apple. When Yu Wei’s question caught her off guard, she turned her head, “Hmm?”

 

For a second, Ji Fuyi’s eyes left Yu Wei speechless. The sunlight glinted in her eyes, casting a golden hue across them. Her tilted head made her look innocent, yet her golden hair and red lips added a touch of allure.

 

“I asked…” Yu Wei found herself nervous, her voice trembling, “Aren’t you sleepy?”

 

Even after knowing Ji Fuyi for so long, Yu Wei still found herself flustered by her small, unconscious gestures.

 

Ji Fuyi, unaware of the effect she was having, replied honestly, “Not sleepy.”

 

“What were you just looking at?”

 

Noticing Yu Wei’s odd behavior, Ji Fuyi figured she must still be angry about earlier. “Why are you so mad?”

 

“They’re calling me a sasaeng,” Yu Wei scratched her head, “Even after the agency released a statement and most people were being supportive, there’s still this one person calling me a sasaeng, and their comment sounds so ‘reasonable’ too. It’s so annoying.”

 

“Let me see,” Ji Fuyi held out her hand.

 

Yu Wei pulled out her phone, found the comment, and handed it to her.

 

Ji Fuyi took the phone, promptly screenshotted the comment and sent it to Lin Xia with four words: “Handle this one.”

 

Then, Ji Fuyi logged out of Yu Wei’s Weibo account and logged into another one on her phone.

 

She went back to that same comment and replied:

 

“They’re obviously meant to be together. Who the hell are you to talk, you creepy little goblin?”

 

Yu Wei stared at her in stunned silence.

 

She looked down at the phone, re-reading the snarky, meme-laced comment, then up at Ji Fuyi, utterly unable to reconcile the elegant actress with the internet troll behavior.

 

After a long moment, Yu Wei asked, “Weren’t we told not to use Weibo?”

 

Ji Fuyi looked up, “That’s a side account.”

 

Yu Wei: “?”

 

Wait, what?!

 

Ji Fuyi, seeing her confused look, kindly explained, “You always need a few side accounts. There’ll always be times when you want to say something but can’t. Bottling it up is bad for your health.”

 

“I mean, I get it…” Yu Wei nodded blankly. She had thought only D-list celebrities had secret accounts. Never would she have imagined that even an award-winning actress like Ji Fuyi used them — and for flaming trolls, no less.

 

“You totally didn’t know.”

 

Ji Fuyi finished her apple and threw the core into the trash with satisfaction, then stood up and said, “It’s getting hot. Let’s go inside and enjoy the AC.”

 

She was the first to open the glass door and found a comfortable spot on the sofa, curling up with a yawn.

 

Yu Wei watched her, saying, “And you said you weren’t sleepy!”

 

“How is this sleepy?”

 

Ji Fuyi widened her eyes in mock confusion, yawning again, slowly this time.

 

“I thought ‘sleepy’ means you pass out the second you lie down.”

 

“Who does that?!”

 

Yu Wei couldn’t help but yell.

 

Ji Fuyi genuinely thought about it and replied, “Me, when I’m filming. I’d often shoot all day, then crash the moment I got back.”

 

“That sounds exhausting.”

 

Yu Wei reached out and gently patted her head. “Don’t push yourself so hard in the future.”

 

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

 

Ji Fuyi replied while brushing Yu Wei’s hand away, saying, “Who gave you permission to touch your elder sister’s head?”

 

“Why not?” Yu Wei, unfazed, reached out again and ruffled her hair even more, grinning. “I just wanted to touch~”

 

Ji Fuyi held her head with both hands, dodging Yu Wei’s attacks. “You little brat, go away.”

 

“What do you mean ‘brat’? You’re not really my elder,” Yu Wei crouched beside her, beaming. “Or are you just shy?”

 

Ji Fuyi threw a cushion at her, officially ending the conversation.

 

After a brief scuffle, Ji Fuyi sat back up, reopened her tablet, and resumed checking Lin Xia’s messages.

 

Lin Xia had sent a long string of texts and several voice messages.

 

“The comment has been handled.”

 

“Did you use your side account again?”

 

“[Screenshot] Was this you?”

 

“Fuyi?”

 

“Don’t think I won’t know just because you won’t admit it! You’re always so slick when you use your side account, huh? Staying trendy with the internet lingo?”

 

“If you’re gonna use your side account to clap back, why even ask me to help?”

 

Just reading her tone was enough to make Ji Fuyi picture Lin Xia fuming.

 

She quietly closed the messages and decided to play dead.

 

Yu Wei, watching her the whole time, chuckled softly.

 

Just moments ago, Ji Fuyi had been confidently dragging trolls like a pro. Now, seeing her go full ostrich mode, Yu Wei couldn’t help but tease: “You’re so cute, sis.”

 

Ji Fuyi: “?”

 

She glanced at Yu Wei with confusion but didn’t ask for an explanation.

 

Not satisfied, Yu Wei pressed on, “Why don’t you ask why I said that?”

 

“What’s the point?” Ji Fuyi glanced at her, then back at her tablet, where a new call request from Lin Xia had just popped up.

 

“You just want an excuse to flirt with me, don’t you?”

 

As soon as the call connected, Lin Xia heard those flirty words and nearly smashed her laptop.

 

Was that really Ji Fuyi? Had her account been hacked?

 

Ji Fuyi answered the call, her tone unenthusiastic, clearly displeased at being interrupted. “What’s so urgent you had to call me?”

 

Yep, it was really her — just not in a great mood.

 

Lin Xia first sighed in relief, then tensed again.

 

“So here’s the thing,” Lin Xia began, her voice calm but laced with exasperation. “We buried that comment under new hot posts, but this isn’t just some random remark — this was a coordinated black fan campaign.”

 

“Huh?” Ji Fuyi asked lazily. “Doesn’t that happen like, every few weeks?”

 

At first, she used to be shocked by such behavior. Now, she was numb. Some antis were like chewing gum stuck to your shoe — unemployed, unbothered, and living online 24/7.

 

“This one’s different.”

 

Lin Xia sent over a few Weibo links and told them to take a look.

 

Ji Fuyi opened the app and saw all the posts came from the same account: a string of random numbers and letters, black profile picture — clearly a burner.

 

The content? All over the place.

 

The first post was an old photo — of Yu Wei standing outside Ji Fuyi’s company. Some fans had captured it and posted it online, sparking the original “sasaeng” rumor.

 

“Wasn’t this deleted from the entire internet?” Ji Fuyi frowned. Clearly not pleased.

 

“Why’s it resurfacing? And this person’s talking like they were actually there that day?”

 

Yu Wei also saw the photo.

 

It showed her reaching out toward Ji Fuyi — the day she went to find her after being ignored for so long. A pang of sadness hit her, then faded quickly.

 

Ji Fuyi looked over just then and gently patted her hand, as if sensing her emotions.

 

Yu Wei quickly shook her head, indicating she was fine.

 

Lin Xia, feeling like she had taken psychic damage from the scene, urgently told them to keep reading.

 

The second post was a recap of today’s events: starting with the sasaeng accusation, Ji Fuyi’s “I got married” Weibo post, and the agency’s statement.

 

But the caption was dripping with vitriol.

 

“Stop trying to clean this up, agency. This is textbook sasaeng behavior! Look at that photo — she’s following Ji Fuyi around on vacation, same pose, same spot, totally stalker vibes! And now suddenly she’s married? That’s clearly a still from a drama, just trying to distract us.”

 

After reading that, Ji Fuyi was speechless.

 

She normally could brush these things off, but this one was something else. The post was written like the author knew her better than she did — calling her actual statement a “distraction”? What bizarre logic was that?

 

Yu Wei stared at Lin Xia, confused. “But Fuyi herself posted it. How could he say it’s just misdirection?”

 

“When people lose their grip on reason,” Lin Xia sighed, “they only believe what they’ve already decided. This is the worst kind of situation. Once someone has decided you’re a sasaeng, no amount of explanation will matter. They’ll brainwash themselves and seek out others who agree. If someone echoes their thoughts, it gets even worse — suddenly you have a whole group who only believes in their own twisted logic.”

 

“In fandom circles, we call this kind of thing a ‘brainwashing packet.’”

 

Ji Fuyi let out a few dry chuckles. “So this is my latest ‘brainwashing packet,’ huh?”

 

“You’ve had tons,” Lin Xia tried to comfort her. “What’s one more?”

 

“No,” Ji Fuyi’s tone turned sharp, “this one is unacceptable.”

 

Lin Xia: “……”

 

“I’ll check the comments,” Lin Xia said, rolling up her sleeves. “Uh… this isn’t quite what I expected…”