NOVEL NEXT Chapter 370: 370
Back when they lived on the mountain, it was always Zhao Min who took the initiative to clean up the room. Thus, even though a few of them lived together, everything was well-organized by Zhao Min during their stay on the mountain.
Not only that, Zhao Min would also pick some fragrant flowers from outside and place them in the room, changing them when they wilted and no longer smelled nice, ensuring that their room was always filled with a pleasant scent every day.
Wang Ye carried Zhao Min to the bed, who now reeked of alcohol.
As a star in the outside world, Zhao Min never drank, no matter what banquet she attended or who was there, even when people toasted with her.
But at today's banquet, Zhao Min knew that many of the attendees were her own people, which made her drink unrestrainedly.
After pouring a glass of water for Zhao Min, Wang Ye was about to leave when Zhao Min, lying on the bed, opened her tipsy eyes and looked at Wang Ye, who seemed a bit blurry and doubled in her eyes due to dizziness. She called out weakly, "Junior Brother."
Hearing Zhao Min's voice, Wang Ye turned his head and said, "Senior Sister, I'm here."
Zhao Min giggled, "Leaving your senior sister here and planning to go? It makes sense, after all, you now have two wives and it's time to be with your wives."
Listening to Zhao Min's words, Wang Ye felt that there was something off about the tone she used when she said this sentence.
It seemed like there was an underlying meaning in Zhao Min's words.
"Come."
Zhao Min was quiet for a bit, and just as Wang Ye thought she might have fallen asleep and was about to turn away, Zhao Min's voice rang out again.
Zhao Min patted the space next to her on the bed and continued to call out to Wang Ye, "Sleep here, sleep beside your senior sister. Since we were kids, I used to share a bed with you, but ever since you got yourself two brides, you've forgotten your senior sister."
On Zhao Min's face, flushed from the drunkenness, was a hint of complaint. She pouted and squinted at Wang Ye, who stood by the door.
At this moment, Zhao Min didn't resemble the confident celebrity who appeared before fans and the public, nor did she look like the aloof and off-putting actress in the eyes of other directors and actors. Instead, she seemed like a little woman sulking because someone took away something she liked.
Wang Ye stood at the door, watching Zhao Min. After patting the bedsheet next to her a few times, she settled down.
Then, Zhao Min, with squinted eyes, closed them again and smacked her lips, probably back to sleep.
Wang Ye's gaze lingered on Zhao Min for a long time; his look was complex. Ultimately, he quietly closed the door to Zhao Min's room and went downstairs.
…
The next day.
Waking up in the villa, Wang Ye had just come downstairs when Fang Feifei approached him and said, "Wang Ye, early this morning, there's a line of trucks waiting outside. They say someone sent you a gift, and they need to see you before they can open it."
"A gift? Trucks?"
Wang Ye paused at Fang Feifei's words.
Who would send him gifts that needed trucks to carry?
Could it be a prank?
Su Wanqing also came towards Wang Ye with a smile, teasing, "Wang Ye, could it be some girl who admires you has sent you several trucks full of dolls?"
"Stop joking!"
Wang Ye said, yet he felt that maybe… it just might be possible.
It wasn't that Wang Ye was narcissistic, but as a man known as the "National Husband," Wang Ye naturally had many young female fans. Considering the irrationality of these star-chasing girls, he felt it was entirely possible that one of his young fans would do something like this.
"All right, let's go check it out and see who has sent you these gifts," Fang Feifei suggested.
"Yes, yes, yes! Let's hurry out and take a look!"
Whether it was Fang Feifei or Su Wanqing, both of them felt extremely curious. They wondered what on earth could be in those trucks, one after another, warranting such a grand display.
Wang Ye went outside.
Outside, a large crowd had already gathered, watching curiously.
After all, it had been a sight to see a procession of trucks arriving early in the morning. If it had been just that, it wouldn't have attracted much attention.
But the key issue was this.
All these trucks were lined up here simply because they contained gifts for the same person, which made everyone incredibly curious. They all wanted to know what exactly these trucks were carrying.
At this moment.
The people continued to discuss amongst themselves.
"I heard all these gifts are for Wang Ye. I'm so jealous. Could it be from some of his fans, since Wang Ye is now hailed as the 'National Husband' online?"
"I think it's very likely. After all, it has to be his fans. Who else would bother sending truckloads of stuff for no reason?"
"It's amazing. Wang Ye might be the first entrepreneur to have so many fans who also send him gifts."
"Could it be that his fans are inside the trucks, ready to burst out when they open?"
"That's entirely possible! Fans these days, for a person they like, they are just too crazy. It's definitely not beyond them to do something like this."
Hearing all these comments from the people around him, Wang Ye rubbed his own head.
If that was the case.
Then Wang Ye certainly did not want to encounter such a situation.
It would be far from a surprise; it would be a downright shock.
Wang Ye wasn't looking for any surprises or anything of the sort.
Wang Ye only hoped.
That the gifts his fans were sending could be somewhat normal so that it would be easier for him to accept.
When the truck drivers outside saw Wang Ye come out, they surged forward:
"Mr. Wang, I have a gift for you here; you need to sign for it."
"Mr. Wang, I have a gift for you here as well; I hope you can sign for it."
"Mr. Wang..."
"Mr. Wang..."
"Huh?"
Hearing the voices of the people around him, Wang Ye was quite taken aback.
It wasn't the same person?