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On the other end of the line, my best friend heard my rapid breathing and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Who called you? Why are you upset?"
I took a deep breath, trying to make my voice sound calm. "A fan of Song Xingchen called. She asked if I was living with Song Xingchen and said I should get famous. It was so bizarre!"
"Famous? That's a good thing!" Lin Xiaoxiao exclaimed excitedly. But she quickly realized something was off and asked, "Wait, why would a fan of Song Xingchen call you? And say you're going to get famous? Is this some kind of harassing call?"
I weakly shook my head and recounted the conversation, especially the part where she said, "my family’s Xingchen," which sent chills down my spine.
"How does this fan know I said that?" I paced anxiously. "Could our call have been tapped?"
"Tapped?" Lin Xiaoxiao also grasped the seriousness of the situation, her expression turning grave. "No way, that’s too scary!"
"Xiaoxiao, I'll call you back later," I said before hanging up.
I stood there in shock as a sudden realization hit me, and my heart sank. I quickly opened my long-unused Cloud Storage account and found an alert for an unusual login. I urgently changed my password.
I had no idea how much had been leaked, but a bad feeling washed over me. Since high school, everything related to Song Xingchen had been saved in that Cloud Storage. After graduating, I got too busy with work and hadn’t logged in for nearly three months.
I opened Weibo and sure enough, the topic "Song Xingchen's Secret Romance" had shot up to the top of the trending list. The most clicked post was an audio clip.
The content was shocking—it was a recording from one night when I was drunk, rambling while hugging a photo of Song Xingchen. When my friend had sent it to me back then, I thought it was funny and saved it without a second thought, never imagining it would be stolen.
What was worse, this recording had been maliciously edited to remove irrelevant conversations and only kept those easily misinterpreted snippets like "Song Xingchen, I love you so much," and "My family’s Xingchen is the most handsome."
"How could this happen..." I felt as if struck by lightning; my mind went blank.
I couldn't imagine the trouble this would cause for Song Xingchen. He had worked so hard to reach where he was today, standing in the spotlight admired by thousands, only to face a storm of public opinion because of this audio clip.
Oh my God! How could someone make such a colossal mistake!
After thinking for a moment, I steeled myself for the inevitable scolding and called Song Xingchen.
"Hello, I'm sorry, but it seems I've gotten into trouble..." I explained the situation to him nervously.
"Yeah, I've heard that recording online. Don't worry; I'll handle it!"
Song Xingchen's voice was steady and even carried a hint of excitement.
"Song Xingchen, I'm sorry..." Hearing him say that made me feel even more guilty, and I couldn't help but choke up as I said, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me..."
"Don't say silly things!" Song Xingchen's voice softened slightly. "It's not your fault. Don't worry, I will definitely get to the bottom of this!"
I nodded vigorously, wiped away my tears, and tried to calm my anxious emotions as I softly replied, "Okay!"
"I've already heard what Xingchen said," a strange male voice came from the other end of the phone. "I'm Zhang Qiang, Xingchen's manager."
"Hello, Mr. Zhang..."
Zhang Qiang interrupted me and spoke rapidly, "You've seen the current situation; public opinion has spiraled out of control. If we don't take action, the consequences will be unimaginable. I suggest holding a press conference to publicly clarify this matter."
Public clarification? Does that mean I have to admit my secret crush on him right there?
Having been single for so many years, I've never experienced such an embarrassing situation.
What if he rejects me? I might not even be able to remain friends...
A wave of disappointment surged within me.
As if he could see through my thoughts, Zhang Qiang continued, "I know you have concerns, but this is the best way forward. Only by being open and transparent can we eliminate rumors and prevent those lurking in the shadows from escaping."
"But..." I bit my lip, hesitating to speak.
"Don't worry; we will carefully plan the content of the press conference and ensure your privacy is protected," Zhang Qiang said sincerely. "Xingchen is very worried about you; he also hopes you can come to the press conference."
I stretched my fingers, which had stiffened from nervousness, and clenched my fist against my lips. Should I go? Should I meet him?
I paused for a moment, replaying Song Xingchen's gentle voice from earlier in my mind.
In the end, I made up my mind: I would go!
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