Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (8)

He Nanxi blankly stared at his phone until the agent hung up.

As if in a trance he connected to Weibo to have a look.

“He Nanxi has been abusing drugs for at least a few years and the entire company knew.”

He didn’t do drugs.

“Who can say, ah. His family has collapsed, now he’s doing whatever he wants.”

Despite his cold personality, he never deceived anyone.

“He’s so thin because he’s on drugs, that’s the truth.”

A comment paired with some gaunt photos from when he had stayed up too late.

Deliberately distorted to discredit him.

Furthermore, there were many stars, just like him, who were splashing dirty water.

He knew that this sort of black material wasn’t something he could wash away.

If it was still the He family’s peak, there would be nothing to fear. Public relations could handle it.

No dirty water could be poured on his head.

But now, his family had fallen.

Once the image of a junkie was established, he would never be able to climb up no matter how talented he was.

He Nanxi got up with a pale complexion. He was full of agitated energy as he went downstairs.

He poured himself a glass of water with shaking fingers. He tried twice, but couldn’t drink it.

Suddenly he raised his hand and hurled the cup of water to the ground.

Then like an explosion, he devastated the whole living room with a cold face.

When Bai Weiwei opened the door with the key under the doormat, she saw He Nanxi standing in a tattered pile, exuding a cruel, fierce and violent aura.

His thick eyelashes drooped slightly and his dark eyes held a horrible chill.

“Roll.”

Bai Weiwei stood at the door and hesitated for a moment.

Then she ignored He Nanxi’s enraged appearance and walked in with a large bag.

Her figure gracefully and gently passing him by.

On her way to put things in the kitchen.

Then she donned a pair of gloves, took out her cleaning tools and began to tidy the living room in silence.

He Nanxi’s knuckles were clenched white as he glared icily at Bai Weiwei’s cleaning, he mocked.

“Aren’t you calm.”

Then he turned and went to take a shower.

When he came back, he found that the living room was almost restored.

There was movement in the kitchen.

He Nanxi initially planned to take the key to go straight out, even if Bai Weiwei was different from expectation.

He still didn’t like her.

When he arrived at the door, he paused.

He thought that if he went out and was discovered now, everyone would shout and curse him as a slag druggie.

It was estimated that someone can drown in all their spit.

He Nanxi pressed down the anger surging in his chest and sat down on the sofa to sulk alone.

Suddenly a pair of snow white slender hands carefully brought a bowl of noodle soup in front of him.

“You didn’t have breakfast, I made you a bowl of noodles.”

He Nanxi had just washed, his black wet hair fell on his cheeks and framed his deep, dark eyes.

There was a feeling of refusal to be within a thousand miles of her.

Bai Weiwei softly said “You can eat some.”

He Nanxi impatiently laid on the sofa, his eyelids half closed lazily, he said sarcastically: “Boiled so hard, only pigs would eat.”

Bai Weiwei was quiet as she lowered her head and turned away, “Then don’t eat.”

Then she continued to straighten the living room and finish some work that wasn’t done.

As she tidied, she calmly said, “I believe in you.”

He Nanxi’s eyelashes fluttered, but he was silent.

Bai Weiwei packed the broken things into a cardboard box, “About those people on the internet smearing you, please don’t be angry, it’s not worth your anger.”

The corner of He Nanxi mouth pulled up into taunting smirk, he slowly cooled down, “How do you know isn’t true? I might really do drugs.”

Bai Weiwei turned back, her eyes were clear and her voice was soft.

However, she was firm and assured, very self confident.

“You wouldn’t. You value your fans more than anyone else, you won’t do anything to ruin your voice.”

Drug use, alcohol and smoking can all cause a singer destroy his talent.

He Nanxi’s eyes were stormy, with a ruthless aggression, “You think that if you say that, I will recognize you as my sister-in-law?”

Bai Weiwei was internally indifferent, but revealed a loving smile, “Whether you admit it or not I am your sister-in-law.”

He Nanxi raised his brows and snorted coldly.

Then he picked up the bowl and sat up to eat.

The steam made his eyes a little wet.

Being slandered so long, going from the pride of the heavens to the rat everyone cursed and beat.

The bowl of noodles might have been the first kindness he had ever experienced.

Bai Weiwei suddenly asked: “Is it delicious?”

He Nanxi had a black face, “it’s hard to eat.”

【Ding, male lead’s favorability is at 0.】