I Woke Up And Found Myself Married - Chapter 54

Lin Xia had been in the industry for many years, but she had never seen such one-sided comments before.

 

She had an expression that looked like she wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, which made Ji Fuyi curious.

 

“What is it?” Ji Fuyi lowered her head, wanting to see what the comments were saying. “Let me take a look.”

 

Yu Wei had already scrolled down to the comments. Hearing Ji Fuyi’s question, she quickly replied:

 

“They’re all complimenting me.”

 

Upon hearing that, Ji Fuyi glanced at the comments and couldn’t help but laugh too.

 

“I don’t know about anything else, but this young lady is really pretty. I support this marriage with every word I type.”

 

“+1”

 

“+12345”

 

“Thanks to the blogger for compiling this. I’m shipping this so hard. Hope Fuyi and the pretty lady live happily ever after. May the yuri love thrive!”

 

“Why do they suddenly look more compatible now? That first photo just screams ‘in love.’”

 

“Well said, say more. I also think the first photo has such a strong romantic vibe, practically bursting with pink bubbles.”

 

“So that was the first time someone called her a stalker fan? Turns out she’s the real deal, the legitimate wifey, hahaha.”

 

“Bet you didn’t see that coming.gif”

 

“Does anyone have the pretty lady’s Weibo? I need a portal, please.”

 

“Same! Share her Weibo, please!”

 

“Who doesn’t love a beautiful woman? The blogger must be out of their mind trying to slander her.”

 

“They must have a hole in their brain. Fuyi said herself that she’s married, and someone’s still claiming it’s just drama promo? That’s… imaginative.”

 

As they scrolled further, the flood of synchronized comments was dizzying.

 

“They were meant to be—who are you, some kind of demon, to object?”

 

“They were meant to be—who are you, some kind of demon, to object?”

 

“They were meant to be—who are you, some kind of demon, to object?”

 

Then they checked the blogger—aka the “demon”—who had already started arguing with commenters. The way they carried themselves was downright embarrassing.

 

Right after, the blogger posted a new update. As soon as the three of them saw it, their smiles disappeared and they turned serious.

 

The blogger had managed to dig up Yu Wei’s school information and past exhibition details using a few photos, then posted it all online.

 

Looking at the information, Ji Fuyi’s expression turned grim.

 

“Is this real?” she asked Yu Wei, turning to confirm.

 

Yu Wei looked through the post carefully. Her previously light and cheerful expression gradually grew uneasy.

 

“It’s real.”

 

The last detail listed was about a niche exhibition she held with a few close friends after their graduation showcase.

 

“All of it is real.”

 

Seeing her personal information exposed so suddenly, Yu Wei’s voice carried a hint of panic.

 

Ji Fuyi went over the details again, then looked up and said:

 

“It’s only information from your university years. Nothing else.”

 

“Yeah, just that period. I was more active online then because of the exhibitions,” Yu Wei said, her voice calmer now. “This isn’t quite doxing. It’s all publicly available on official websites. But how did he find my name and school?”

 

Lin Xia acted quickly and sent over a report.

 

The tech team had tracked the blogger’s behavior. They guessed he’d used facial recognition, comparing Yu Wei’s recent photos to her graduation pictures, then searched based on that to find her school and other info.

 

“This guy has way too much time,” Yu Wei couldn’t help but comment.

 

“Exactly.”

 

Ji Fuyi’s tone was icy:
“If he weren’t free, how else would he have time to dig all this up?”

 

Lin Xia could tell from Ji Fuyi’s tone that she was angry.

 

She shrank back slightly and quickly messaged the tech team, telling them to try contacting the blogger.

 

After that update, the blogger went silent.

 

Yu Wei felt increasingly uncomfortable seeing her past displayed online.

 

She sneaked a glance at Ji Fuyi, who was looking down at her phone expressionlessly, surrounded by a cold aura that made her hard to approach.

 

Yu Wei didn’t know what she was looking at and didn’t dare ask.

 

So she lowered her head too and looked at the post, finding her own information harsh and glaring.

 

It listed everything clearly, from her GPA in her first semester to the final group project at the end of the term.

 

Yu Wei saw her old work and felt an overwhelming wave of shame surge from her chest to her head, bouncing around her mind in a storm of discomfort.

 

She had just started college back then. Her ideas were still immature. Though she had poured her heart into those projects, looking back now, she found them unsatisfactory.

 

It had been five years since she created those pieces. Seeing that one painting again, Yu Wei thought it was just too childish—let alone the fact that it had now been posted online, trending for everyone to see.

 

As she kept scrolling through the long post, starting from sophomore year, the blogger not only listed her GPA and artworks, but also tracked every exhibition her work was part of.

 

Yu Wei internally screamed—how could someone be this extreme?

 

She had always been passionate about art exhibitions. In college, she seized every opportunity to display her work. That exposure gradually introduced her to the curatorial world, eventually leading to her organizing her own exhibitions.

 

With a bad feeling in her gut, Yu Wei kept scrolling—and sure enough, her first solo curated show from junior year was listed.

 

It happened to be during a peak for immersive art exhibits, and she was obsessed with interactive design at the time. So she incorporated many interactive installations. But back then, there weren’t many real-world examples of such abstract ideas, so the exhibition didn’t receive great reviews.

 

Sure enough…

 

The blogger didn’t just list the exhibit—they also dug up those old reviews, even translating them helpfully so everyone could understand.

 

Yu Wei’s head started to ache.

 

This wasn’t just boredom—this was targeted harassment.

 

The rest of the post wasn’t even worth reading. It was just a comprehensive list of every exhibit she had ever worked on, even the niche experimental ones after graduation.

 

Talk about thorough.

 

Once Yu Wei finished reading the post in full, she noticed Ji Fuyi and Lin Xia were already deep in quiet discussion.

 

“Can the tech team contact the blogger and ask him to delete it?” Ji Fuyi asked.

 

“We did. He refused—firmly. He said if we contact him again, he’ll post even more info.” Lin Xia’s voice was filled with helplessness.

 

Ji Fuyi asked coldly, “Did you ask Weibo to step in?”

 

“We did. They said it would take three hours.” Lin Xia was sweating.

 

“Three hours is enough time for this to explode.”

 

Ji Fuyi’s voice was soft but chilling.

 

“Tell the blogger: if he doesn’t take it down, I’ll consider legal action.”

 

Yu Wei tugged on Ji Fuyi’s sleeve, and Ji Fuyi immediately paused, turning to her and asking gently:

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Her face held an apologetic look, which stunned Yu Wei for a moment.

 

“It’s nothing…”

 

Yu Wei shook her head. She had seen how hard Ji Fuyi was trying to get the post taken down. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so terrible that her life history was online. After all, it was all public, wasn’t it?

 

“If he won’t delete it, then just let it be.”

 

She forced herself to swallow her discomfort and pointed at the tablet screen.

 

“Look at the comments. They’re not that bad.”

 

Only then did Ji Fuyi glance at the comment section. She had been so focused on the image and her anger that she hadn’t even read them.

 

Looking now, they were indeed in the same light-hearted tone as the earlier post.

 

“Oh, so Fuyi’s wife is named Yu Wei? Such a beautiful name.”

 

“Is it just the name that’s beautiful? That resume at such a young age—I’m crying.”

 

“Forget curating—I can’t even finish one decent project.”

 

“Turns out she’s my senior! Looked her up and found she was one of the most well-known students. Not only is she gorgeous and top of the class, she was the first in her year to curate solo, super popular too. That last experimental exhibit? No way she did that without true friends.”

 

“What else is there to say? They’re a perfect match.”

 

“A total power couple. Lock them in and swallow the key.”

 

“If she were just some rich girl from outside the industry, I might have doubts. But with that kind of resume? She’s amazing.”

 

“And she’s young too!”

 

“What?! Fuyi likes the cute younger wife type?”

 

“What kind of younger wife has this kind of resume?!”

 

“My goddess’s wife, obviously.”

 

“My goddess’s wife—you can’t compete.”

 

Ji Fuyi read through them and fell into deep thought.

 

She knew her fans had always taken an… unconventional approach, but this was beyond expectations.

 

Lin Xia had also finished reading and was laughing uncontrollably on the other end of the video call.

 

“Hahaha, I’m dying. ‘Where did this demon even come from—try being this pretty first!’ And this one—‘You mad cause your GPA’s not as high as hers?’ Pure comedy, these fans are wild!”

 

“You’re still laughing?”

 

Ji Fuyi gave her a look—not quite angry anymore, but still trying to keep up appearances.

 

“It’s only because Weiwei is excellent that the fans reacted this way. If it were someone else, what would you do?”

 

“You want someone else?” Yu Wei immediately latched onto those three words, hugging Ji Fuyi’s arm.

 

Ji Fuyi looked helplessly at her and softly said, “How could I?”

 

“Then why talk about someone else?” Yu Wei puffed up her cheeks, looking adorably sulky.

 

Her actions lightened the atmosphere. Even Ji Fuyi’s tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

 

Only then did Ji Fuyi realize she had been sitting up straight the entire time—tense and anxious.

 

She bit her lip in embarrassment and muttered:

 

“It was just hypothetical. The company has other artists too…”

 

“Hypotheticals don’t count.”

 

Yu Wei cut her off firmly.

 

“There can only be one—me.”

 

“Okay,” Ji Fuyi nodded. “Only you.”

 

When she turned her attention back to the video, Lin Xia had her face buried in her hands.

 

“What are you doing?” Ji Fuyi asked.

 

Peeking through her fingers, Lin Xia replied, “A single dog taking heavy emotional damage. I can’t bear to watch.”

 

Yu Wei giggled and leaned against Ji Fuyi’s shoulder.

 

“What, feeling jealous? Then go find someone too.”

 

Clutching her head, Lin Xia wondered if she needed a raise to cope.

 

Ever since she got promoted from assistant to manager, her hair had been falling out in clumps.

 

Back then, when things got tough, she had Yu Yiyi to fall back on. Now that Yu Yiyi only oversaw general strategy, the actual execution all fell on her shoulders.

 

And Ji Fuyi was more willful than ever.

 

Fine, she could handle the job.

 

But why did she have to be fed PDA during work hours?

 

The fans on Weibo had only seen the wedding photos and some posts and were already going wild over their sweetness. But Lin Xia had a front-row seat—it was enough to blind her!

 

She started doubting reality. Where did that cold, distant Ji Fuyi go? Had she been replaced?

 

“No one else could be this bold,” Lin Xia muttered. “No one else would ignore PR plans, post impulsively, and go argue with people on an alt account.”

 

“Oh really?”

 

Ji Fuyi said coolly:

 

“Do you have a problem with that?”

 

“No, ma’am.”

 

Lin Xia answered immediately. She knew how to read the room.

 

Looking at the comments again, she wore a thoughtful expression.

 

“This resume is stunning. Talented people really do find each other.”

 

“What a beautiful love story. I’m sold. Please give us more sweet moments!”

 

“Blogger should just rename the account and start a fan site for the couple, honestly.”

 

Lin Xia burst out laughing internally but kept a straight face—she didn’t want to be scolded again.

 

These fans… Asking the blogger to run a fan account for the very couple they were trying to slander? That’s a brutal level of trolling.

 

But it was a new angle.

 

Lin Xia made a mental note: for couples who truly match, there’s no need to hide. Be open and proud.

 

All those outdated PR strategies—thinking fans would turn against any star in a relationship—were obsolete. Time to move on.

 

Lin Xia made up her mind. She’d compile this entire situation into a case study for the whole company to learn from.

 

Ji Fuyi saw her deep-in-thought look and asked, “What are you thinking?”

 

“I’ve got it.”

 

Lin Xia nodded seriously.

 

“Our approach is outdated. We need to keep learning and evolving.”

 

Ji Fuyi: “?”

 

Lin Xia declared her learning goals, then quickly looked back down to keep researching new strategies.

 

“Wait, isn’t the pretty lady not from the entertainment industry? Can you really run a fan site for her? What are y’all gonna do—each buy ten exhibition tickets?”

 

“Good point. That’s a legit question.”

 

“Wow, so many award-winning stars and yet Fuyi ends up with an art girl?”

 

“What’s so weird about that? Fuyi’s always liked checking out exhibitions and stuff. Totally makes sense.”

 

“Maybe they even met at an exhibition.”

 

Seeing that comment, Yu Wei felt a little guilty.

 

Met at an exhibition?

 

They actually started with a one-night stand—lots of one-night stands—and a mistaken-contract marriage.

 

Big difference. She definitely felt a little guilty.

 

Yu Wei glanced at Ji Fuyi, only to find her totally composed—even casually liking the comment from a burner account.

 

Yu Wei’s head filled with question marks. Is this acting?

 

She nudged Ji Fuyi with her elbow and asked, “What do you think?”

 

“What do I think?”

 

Just then, Ji Fuyi’s finger slipped, revealing a new page of comments. She smiled and said:

 

“I think they’re right.”

 

Yu Wei looked down at the comments she pointed to and was left confused by every single one.

 

And yet—every comment had been liked by a small red hand.

 

“This pretty lady is so talented and beautiful. Fuyi better treat her right.”

 

“Fuyi’s amazing—bagged a stunning wife in total silence. No wonder she’s the most A woman in showbiz!”

 

“Ah~ our queen of cool is married now. So many hearts just shattered.”

 

“I’m one of them. I dream of marrying someone as A as Fuyi.”

 

Yu Wei: “?”

 

She turned to Ji Fuyi in disbelief and asked:

 

“Why are you the A one?”