The school’s small forum was buzzing with gossip about campus celebrities, fresh rumors exploding everywhere and hot posts popping up nonstop. The top post exclaimed: *Shocker! The infamous violent young master has been sniffing around Wen Jiang’s whereabouts lately—top student, stay vigilant!*
Second floor dropped intel: *The aloof male god is secretly a scheming social butterfly, tangled up with several high-rank espers in shady relationships!*
Third floor bombshell: *Thunderclap! S-Level Esper Xie Qi has hooked up with a little boyfriend who’s up to no good. After reeling him in, he keeps stringing him along with a hot-and-cold attitude, teasing but never committing—no kisses, not even hand-holding for long. And this guy ditches Xie Qi repeatedly for other men. 99.99% chance he’s just after his money! Total scumbag!*
What was this about? Wen Jiang, who had always considered himself single, professed total ignorance.
Wen Jiang’s rich kid best bro threw a yacht party before heading abroad, where he bawled his eyes out while texting his ex begging to get back together. By a freak mishap, he sent several messages from **Wen Jiang’s account** to the wrong people. Then, in the dead of night, his phone tumbled into the water and was completely bricked.
Wen Jiang: ……
No big deal, but with the chat history gone, Wen Jiang had no way of knowing who “he” had messaged. He could only guess based on people’s attitudes around him. After scoping things out, everything seemed… fine?
He finished scrolling the forum and beckoned toward the door: “Come back. I’m not mad anymore. Don’t go picking fights over this.”
Xie Qi frowned and returned, plopping down beside him before leaning in to nuzzle his head into Wen Jiang’s palm.
Wen Jiang stroked his hair and, remembering the forum post, casually asked out of curiosity: “So, have you actually gotten yourself a boyfriend or what?”
Xie Qi froze, rubbed against him once, and looked up: “What do you mean?”
Xie Qi: “Are you breaking up with me?”
