Summer clicked into #The Founder of Tip Top Entertainment: XN#. The first lengthy post was made by a user named XN.
The title went, “An illustration of the rumor on the exploitation of Adams by Tip Top.”
“I am XN, the founder of Tip Top Entertainment. This is my first time addressing the public since the founding of the company ten years ago. Carl has been running the show all this while, so you may not know who I am. Tip Top has been through many ups and downs throughout the past ten years. I truly appreciate the support and care you’ve shown throughout this time. About Adams…
“Adams is the first artist signed with Tip Top Entertainment. He made his debut just Tip Top as started. What Tip Top has gone through, he has gone through as well…
“We have been through many things together. We are friends and we have a mentor-mentee relationship. It is my fault for handling this gossip in a way that has landed him in a tight spot and the quagmire of public opinion…”
The lengthy post sounded earnest and sincere, but there was nothing about Tip Top Entertainment’s dark secrets. What a normal fan cared about was how the company treated Adams. No one would care to dig into the company’s dark secrets. Furthermore, those so-called dark secrets were just a fabrication.
After reading the lengthy post, Summer seemed moved by the content. She leaned on the chair, slowly looking at the comments.
“I can’t believe Adams has been in show business for ten years…”
“It looks like XN is really the founder of Tip Top Entertainment. Even President Jones has forwarded the post. Many artists under the company have also done so.”
“I don’t believe it was President Jones who wrote this, at least.”
“Am I the only one welling up? I can feel that XN and Adams are very close…”
“Sob, sob, sob…”
“Sob+1.”
The Weibo post sounded sincere, especially in the part about the company’s founding. It was quite moving.
Summer went to XN’s Weibo account and found only one post—the lengthy one. Apparently, it was a new account. Since the post was uploaded at 5 p. m., which was an hour ago, it had garnered 70, 000 to 80, 000 followers and been forwarded 10, 000 times.
At 6. p. m., students and working people alike started to have time to browse Weibo. As Summer refreshed the page, she could see that the number of followers had increased and was still increasing. The same went for the number of comments and forwards.
Summer remembered that Leonardo had been writing something earlier. She could not help but look for him in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes glued to the mobile phone. As she approached him, she found that he was checking Weibo.
She sat down beside him and bluntly asked, “Is XN you?”
“Yeah.”
Just as Summer wanted to say something, Carl called. Knowing that they had to be talking about what was happening on Weibo, she curled herself up on the sofa and continued browsed the site. While she was browsing, she accidentally saw a post about Laura.
Laura’s Weibo account had an orange “V” verification. Helped by her popularity, the moment the post was uploaded, it was pushed to the top of the list of topics.
“I have been in Tip Top for a year but never known any founder by the name of XN. It is just a gimmick to deceive the public, yet some people still believed and allowed themselves to be moved by it. The level of intelligence that these people have is really worrying. I would like to give some tips to any young girls who would like to join Tip Top; the very top people and several of the female artists in the company have some seriously intimate affairs…”
The last part of the paragraph hinted that female artists were trading s*x for opportunities.
It seemed that Laura had a finger in every pie. Fortunately, most, if not all, comments were critical of her.
“Such a busybody, Tier 18 artist!”
“I would rather trust President Jones than you, who’s only gotten a job by sleeping around.”
The fact that Laura could still survive in the showbiz circle meant that she had her die-hard but brain-dead followers too.
“Anyone who talks badly about Laura is pure garbage!”
“Laura, tell us, which celebs are they? I can’t wait to know…”
As Leonardo was done with his phone, Summer handed her mobile phone to him. He saw it, and his expression got a little graver.
“What’s going on?” Summer did not give Laura’s behavior a second thought, so she wondered why Leonardo had such a serious reaction.
He pursed his lips and called Carl. Once the call went through, his grave expression disappeared. He suddenly sounded as if he was gloating over it. “You’ve got to clean up the mess that you’ve created.”
The lengthy Weibo post that Leonardo wrote had come at the right moment; it hit the right spot and swayed public opinion. All he needed to do now was to tie up some loose ends, and the issue would be a no more. While Carl was still in a celebratory mood, what Leonardo said scared the daylights out of him.
“What is it again?” He started to think that he would definitely die young from this roller-coasting, nerve-wracking situation.
“Check it out yourself,” Leonardo said faintly and hung up.
“What has Carl done?” Summer became curious.
Leonardo said nothing and snatched her mobile phone from her. “It’s time to sleep.”
“It’s just six o’clock!”
“We can rest early if we finish early.”
Finish what?
Leonardo gave her no room to work that one out as he swept her up in his arms and headed upstairs. She instinctively coiled her arms around his neck. As she looked over his shoulder, she saw Ava walking in their direction. Ava had a surprised look and an avuncular smile on her face.
Summer blushed big time. Her face then darkened, and in the end, turned green. As soon as they were inside the bedroom, she smacked him on his chest and warned, “Please be mindful that someone is still in the house.”
Leonardo caught her hand and came down with his kisses as he mumbled, “I’m very mindful of that.”
Unable to outspeak him, Summer could only submit to his burning lust. In the end, they still ended up not sleeping until midnight.
…
Summer could not shake the things that happened yesterday off her mind. As soon as she woke up the next morning, the first thing she did was surf Weibo. After looking high and low for her mobile phone, she finally realized that Leonardo had taken it from her last night.
She nudged him. “Where’s my phone?”
Still half-asleep, his groggy eyes did not look as scary as they normally looked. Instead, there was an added sense of gentleness in them. He reached out and handed his mobile phone to her.
“Use mine.”
She was on Weibo and immediately saw 999+ unread messages and various tags. She sounded like a sour grape. “Young Master Emerson is really in a different league. One Weibo post has already managed to attract so many followers. Impressive!”
“Don’t flatter me.” Leonardo reached out to pull her back into his arms and buried his face in her glenoid fossa, just below her shoulder. He then uttered something with his slightly hoarse voice, “No matter how impressive I am, I still get laid by you…”
“Leonardo!” Summer blew her top.