Chapter 912: Lord Xiaxia’s Beloved Little Yize (9)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Adorable Lord Xiaxia: Your lord has granted you permission to warm my bed tonight! @Sheng Yize.
Once that was posted, the comments section was taken over by Sheng Yize’s fans again.
“Gos.h.!.+ Why do I get the feeling that Captain Yize is the pretty young wife here? All hail Lord Xiaxia!”
“All hail!”
“All hail to thee!”
“Why, don’t you people know about the account @Lord Xiaxia’s Young Pretty Wife? It posted a picture of a guy’s face in profile a while ago. It was quite blurry, but without a doubt, it was Captain Yize!”
That instantly got everyone excited and they all rushed to Sheng Yize’s alt account.
In it were forwarded posts of various news and An Xiaxia’s Weibo entries, but most of the posts were about bits and pieces of their daily life.
“My succulent has grown plumper, just like you.
“Having fish for lunch — someone’s favorite.
“I want to go watch the aurora with her, a lot.
“She wouldn’t have dinner and I caught her trying to hide a bag of chips under the sofa cus.h.i.+on. She’s confessing now.
“Someone bought cuc.u.mber-flavored chips. It’s pretty nice, but I like the tomato-flavored ones last time better.”
“…”
Those reading the posts found them very unfriendly to single people!
After going through Sheng Yize’s affectionate posts and their increasing degree of sweetness, the followers exploded once more!
For when Sheng Yize was waiting at the traffic light, he forwarded An Xiaxia’s post.
It was a succinct reply: OK.
That set everyone on fire!
Mr. Idol would willingly warm the bed for his wife, what kind of sweet guy was he? That was the polar opposite of the haughty and aloof teenager he used to be!
The two posts successfully attracted a great number of new fans for Sheng Yize. Even An Xiaxia’s account profited from this a.s.sociation, and she now had several hundred thousand followers.
“Sheng Yize, look! My followers are up to six figures now! I can work as a social media influencer even if you don’t want me anymore!” An Xiaxia showed off.
“… You have no ambition,” Mr. Sheng said in disdain.
An Xiaxia hummed a tune she made up herself and was over the moon. She then asked Sheng Yize, “How many followers do you have?”
“I’m not sure.” He had stopped caring about that a long time ago.
“Let me check for you!” An Xiaxia volunteered. She took out her phone and tapped open his page.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…
Eight figures! He had over 20 million followers!
And he hadn’t updated in years!
Imagine how popular he would be if he had stayed in s...o...b..z.
An Xiaxia was dejected when she thought about the petty six figures she had. “Hm… you have so many more followers than I do.”
“My followers are all yours,” Sheng Yize cajoled her.
“Really? Let me use your account, then. I’ll advertise with it to make us some money!”
Sheng Yize was speechless.
Sighing inwardly, he said, “As long as you’re happy.”
An Xiaxia was a woman of action. She immediately promoted a book she had published earlier.
“Lalala! This is an amazing book! It’ll be such a pity to miss it! And it’ll only cost 19.8 yuan to take home with you!”
A couple of minutes later, An Xiaxia showed off the effect of her ad. “Sheng Yize, my book is selling out fast.”
“Book?” Sheng Yize stressed the word.
“That’s right. The book I wrote!”
“…” Sheng Yize pressed on. “When you talked about putting up an ad, you were talking about your own book?”
“Yup. I’ll give you half of the royalties!” An Xiaxia was elated.
Sheng Yize gave her a despairing look. “Have you forgotten that yours is slash fiction…”
An Xiaxia: …