novelnext Chapter 165 is now available on Weibo, Brother Yu.
Chapter 165 is now available on Weibo, Brother Yu.
Chapter 165 is now available on Weibo, Brother Yu.
At 9:03 a.m. on August 25, Liu Yifei was awakened by the continuous vibration of her phone while in Jiang Yu's arms.
The vibration was initially very slight, like the buzzing of a bee in the distance, but it quickly became dense and persistent, "buzzing...buzzing..." one after another, especially clear in the quiet bedroom in the early morning.
"Hmm..." Liu Yifei groaned sleepily, her brows furrowed slightly, and she subconsciously shrank deeper into the blankets, trying to shut out the annoying vibrations.
She nestled in Jiang Yu's arms, her face buried in his chest, her hair disheveled from sleep, and one hand unconsciously clutching the hem of Jiang Yu's pajamas.
Jiang Yu actually woke up earlier than her.
His biological clock woke him up naturally at 8:30, but he was reluctant to get out of bed, so he held her and watched her sleep; her lips were slightly pouting, and her breathing was even and long, like a defenseless little animal.
The silence was broken by the vibration of the phone.
Jiang Yu glanced at the constantly trembling white phone on the bedside table, then looked down at Liu Yifei, who was trying to bury herself even deeper in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.
"Happy birthday, baby; your phone..." he lowered his voice, his tone hoarse from just waking up, "seems even more excited than you are."
Liu Yifei reluctantly opened one eye, her gaze hazy as if veiled by a layer of mist: "What's so exciting... What time is it?"
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"9:03." Jiang Yu glanced at his watch. "To be precise, it's 9:03:47."
Liu Yifei finally opened both eyes, blinked, and it took her three seconds for her brain to register: "Nine o'clock? So late..."
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Before she could finish speaking, her phone vibrated violently again, this time accompanied by a crisp "ding-dong" notification sound—it was a text message.
"This is..." Liu Yifei finally came to her full senses and reached for her phone.
Jiang Yu was a step ahead of her, reaching out his long arm to grab the phone. The moment the screen lit up, the lock screen was already flooded with various notification icons: 32 unread text messages and three missed calls.
"My God..." Liu Yifei took the phone, and messages poured out like a flood.
The first message pinned to the top was from the mother, Liu Xiaoli, sent at exactly 00:00:00:00: "Happy 22nd birthday, my dear daughter!"
"You're another year older now, Mom will always love you" was accompanied by a photo of her as a child with two pigtails and chubby cheeks.
The second message was from Dad, sent at 12:01 AM. It was simple but heartwarming: "Happy birthday, Sisi. Take care of yourself. Dad misses you." It was followed by a cake emoji that he wasn't very good at using.
The third one was a song by Shu Chang, released right at 00:01, with the time specifically noted: "Happy birthday, my darling Qianqian! 22"
Even at 28, I want to look beautiful! See you tonight for the gift~ [winking emoji]
Scrolling down further, you'll find best friends, colleagues, cousins, uncles, aunts...
"Everyone remembers..." Liu Yifei flipped through the entries one by one, her eyes getting hot and her nose feeling sore.
"Of course I remember." Jiang Yu wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. "Our Qianqian is so adorable, who would forget your birthday?"
Liu Yifei turned to look at him. The morning light shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a soft outline on his profile.
He looked a little languid when he first woke up, his hair was slightly messy, and his eyes were still sleepy. His gaze towards her was so tender it seemed to melt away.
"And what about you?" she asked deliberately, her voice soft and sweet from just waking up. "What kind of wishes did you prepare? It can't just be 'Happy Birthday,' can it?"
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow: "I was prepared. Didn't I just say that?"
"That's it?" Liu Yifei pouted, poking his chest with her finger. "President Jiang, your sincerity is a bit lacking."
"Of course not." Jiang Yu laughed, grabbed her mischievous hand, and kissed it. "I've prepared a physical blessing for you, I'll give it to you later. Let's deal with these messages first, otherwise my phone will really explode."
As if to verify his words, the phone rang several more times.
Liu Yifei then remembered that she needed to reply. She leaned against Jiang Yu's chest, adjusted herself into a comfortable position, and began replying to messages one by one.
First, I replied to my mom: "Thank you, Mom. I love you too."
She replied to her dad, "Thank you, Dad. I'll be careful. Take care of yourself too. And try to smoke less."
In response to Shu Chang: "See you tonight! Looking forward to your gift~ But your mischievous grin is making me a little uneasy [frowning]"
As she continued replying, she noticed something and her finger hovered over the screen: "Strange, how did Shu Chang know we had plans for tonight? I didn't tell her..."
Jiang Yu's heart tightened, but his expression remained unchanged, and his tone was as natural as could be: "Maybe it's just a guess? There are usually plans for birthday nights, it's normal."
"That makes sense..." Liu Yifei tilted her head and thought about it, then realized it made sense, so she didn't delve into it further and continued replying to messages.
Jiang Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he should remind Shu Chang to be careful and not give herself away.
After replying to all the messages, it was already 9:20.
Jiang Yu got up first, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and stretched.
The robe was loosely tied, revealing the clear lines of her collarbone and a small patch of her chest.
Liu Yifei glanced at him secretly, her face flushing slightly.
"Lie down a little longer, I'll go wash up and then cook you longevity noodles." Jiang Yu bent down and gave her a light kiss on the lips.
"Really cooking it?" Liu Yifei's eyes lit up, as if they were filled with stars.
"Of course, I promise you." Jiang Yu ruffled her hair and turned to walk into the bathroom.
As Liu Yifei watched him close the door, her heart felt as sweet as if it were soaking in a honey pot.
She got up, put on the light pink silk robe hanging by the bed, and walked barefoot into the living room.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at Beijing in the morning light.
The traffic on the East Third Ring Road had become dense, like a flowing river. It was Yuan's first day as a 22-year-old; the weather was great, and she was in a good mood.
She picked up her laptop from the coffee table, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and opened Weibo; although it wasn't officially online yet at 10 o'clock, her beta test account was still able to log in.
The page was still stuck on the draft she had been struggling with last night about what to post.
She had already thought of the caption last night: "Hi everyone, I've settled down on Weibo. I hope to share happiness and life with you all."
She carefully selected the accompanying photo, finally settling on the one with Jiang Yu at the Pont des Arts in Paris.
It was a cold day, and the wind was strong on the bridge. Her nose was red from the cold, but she insisted on hanging the lock. The Pont des Arts in Paris is famous for its love locks. Couples hang their locks on the bridge and throw the keys into the Seine, symbolizing eternal love.
They engraved their names on one of the locks: Fei & Yu.
Then Jiang Yu put his arm around her shoulder, and the two of them smiled brightly at the camera that a passerby was holding for them.
The photo is natural, not staged. Her hair is a little messy from the wind, and Jiang Yu's scarf is askew. The smiles in their eyes are genuine and sweet.
Looking at the photo, Liu Yifei's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.
They had just started dating and were still in the honeymoon phase. They had endless things to talk about and everything seemed beautiful to them.
"What are you looking at? Why are you smiling so sweetly?" Jiang Yu came out after washing up, her hair still wet, and she casually dried it with a towel.
He changed into a simple white T-shirt and gray cotton pajama pants, looking clean and refreshed.
"Look at the Weibo post I'm going to make later." Liu Yifei handed him her phone. "Is this photo okay?"
Jiang Yu took the phone and smiled when he saw the photo: "This one... I remember, you insisted on padlocking it, your hands were red from the cold, but you said you weren't cold."
"Because it's romantic." Liu Yifei leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "And look, we're still together now, which means the lock really worked."
"I don't know if the lock works or not," Jiang Yu handed the phone back to her and put his arm around her shoulder, "but I know that even without that lock, we would still be together."
Liu Yifei felt a warmth in her heart, tilted her head up and kissed him: "You have such a sweet tongue."
"To be honest," Jiang Yu laughed, "this one is great. It's real, sweet, but not forced. It's perfect as your first Weibo post."
"Then I'll post this." Liu Yifei nodded, saved the draft, and asked, "By the way, what are you planning to post on Weibo?"
You're not just going to simply forward it, are you?
"Me?" Jiang Yu thought for a moment, "Send a simple message: wishing Weibo launch and happy birthday to someone."
"Who is this person?"
"Guess," Jiang Yu teased her.
"I'm not going to guess," Liu Yifei pouted. "I'll know once you send it. But if you send it too perfunctorily, I'll get angry."
"I wouldn't dare," Jiang Yu said, feigning fear. "Miss Liu could get really angry, so I'd better behave myself."
After a few jokes, Jiang Yu glanced at the time and said, "It's 9:30. I'm going to cook some noodles. Get ready, we'll post on Weibo at 10."
"Okay~" Liu Yifei replied sweetly, watching him walk into the kitchen.
At 9:30, the sound of a water tap being turned on came from the kitchen, followed by the "click" of the gas stove being ignited.
Liu Yifei quietly walked to the kitchen doorway, leaned against the door frame, and looked inside.
Jiang Yu tied on the floral apron that his aunt usually used. The dark blue apron was printed with small yellow flowers, and it looked strangely cute on him.
He was standing in front of the stove, staring intently at the pot of boiling water, his expression as focused as if he were looking at some important document.
The aunt offered to help in the morning, but he politely declined, saying, "I'll do it myself today, you can rest."
Liu Yifei found it interesting, so she secretly took out her phone, put it on silent, and took a picture.
"No filming," Jiang Yu said without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
"Take the pictures, take the pictures." Liu Yifei continued taking pictures with a grin. "President Jiang cooking is a once-in-a-millennium event, we have to keep this as a memento. When you become an international tycoon in the future, these photos will be worth a lot of money; see, even a big shot has to go home and cook noodles for his wife."
"Wife?" Jiang Yu turned around, raising an eyebrow at her. "Who agreed?"
Liu Yifei blushed, but stubbornly retorted, "I...I was talking about future possibilities! It's none of your business!"
Jiang Yu smiled, stopped teasing her, and turned back to continue preparing.
Liu Yifei leaned against the doorway, watching his busy figure, her heart filled with emotion.
Jiang Yu was extra careful when frying the eggs.
Heat the pan, add oil, and once the oil is at the right temperature, crack in the eggs.
The egg white quickly solidified into a white color, while the yolk remained runny; it had to be soft-boiled, which Liu Yifei preferred.
He gently pushed it with a spatula, afraid of breaking it.
"It doesn't really matter if it's broken..." Liu Yifei said softly.
"That won't do." Jiang Yu didn't even look up. "I promised you I'd cook longevity noodles, so I have to cook the best."
Liu Yifei's nose started to sting again.
This man can make decisions about investments worth hundreds of millions without batting an eye at the negotiating table, calmly handle pressure from all sides at the board meeting, and patiently fry a perfect soft-boiled egg for her in the kitchen.
Blanch the vegetables, chop the scallions, and prepare the soup base.
Jiang Yu's movements weren't very skilled, but he was very serious, and every step he took was like he was carrying out an important mission.
As Liu Yifei looked at the camera, she suddenly remembered something, ran back to the living room, and pulled a small instant camera out of her bag.
With a "click," she captured the moment Jiang Yu put the noodles into the pot.
As the photographic paper slowly developed, the image showed Jiang Yu wearing a floral apron, her profile focused, stirring noodles in a pot with chopsticks.
"I'm going to frame this one," Liu Yifei said, looking at the photo with satisfaction.
"Whatever you want." Jiang Yu shook his head helplessly, but his eyes were full of smiles.
At 9:50, the noodles were cooked.
Jiang Yu turned off the heat, used chopsticks to scoop the noodles into two large white porcelain bowls, placed golden soft-boiled eggs and bright green vegetables on top, sprinkled with finely chopped green onions, and drizzled with sesame oil.
Finally, the clear broth was poured over the noodles, and the two identical bowls of longevity noodles were placed steaming hot on the kitchen counter, emitting a wonderful aroma.
"Here you are, birthday celebrant, please take a seat." Jiang Yu pulled out a high chair and gestured for him to sit down.
Liu Yifei sat down, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath: "It smells so good! It tastes like my mom's noodles!"
"That's because Auntie's soup base is good." Jiang Yu sat down next to her, watching her reaction nervously. "Try it, it might not taste good the first time you cook it."
Liu Yifei picked up her chopsticks, carefully picked up a strand of noodles, blew on it, and put it in her mouth.
He chewed, then his eyes lit up: "Delicious! Really delicious! The noodles are chewy, the broth is flavorful, and the poached egg is perfect!"
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"Really?" Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his shoulders.
"Really!" Liu Yifei took another big bite. "Jiang Yu, you're amazing! You succeeded on your first try cooking noodles! Did you secretly practice?"
"No." Jiang Yu picked up his chopsticks and tasted his own bowl. "Maybe... I have a talent for cooking?"
"Yes, yes, Chef Jiang," Liu Yifei echoed with a smile. "From now on, you'll be in charge of cooking at home. Auntie and I will help you out."
"Dream on." Jiang Yu flicked her forehead. "Doing it once in a while is fine, but not every day. My time is very valuable."
"I know, Mr. Jiang's time is worth millions every minute." Liu Yifei stuck out her tongue and continued eating noodles, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.
The two ate and chatted, the atmosphere as warm as any ordinary morning.
At 9:58, Liu Yifei put down her chopsticks. Although she hadn't finished eating her noodles, she had to prepare to post on Weibo.
Jiang Yu also put down his chopsticks, and the two of them took the bowls to the kitchen and quickly tidied up.
At 9:59, the two returned to the living room.
Liu Yifei picked up her computer and logged into the Weibo drafts page.
Jiang Yu also picked up his computer and logged into his account.
The living room fell silent, broken only by the ticking of the second hand on the wall clock: "Tick-tock...tick-tock..."
Liu Yifei took a deep breath and hovered her finger above the "send" button.
Jiang Yu sat down beside her and took her other hand: "Nervous?"
"A little," Liu Yifei said honestly. "It feels like...waiting for the college entrance exam results to be released."
"Relax." Jiang Yu squeezed her hand. "You did a great job. The photo was well chosen, and the caption was excellent."
The rest is up to the users.
10 o'clock sharp.
In that instant, it was as if I could hear the sound of a switch being flipped somewhere in the internet world; Sina, NetEase, Sohu, and Tencent portals all lost their connection to Sina Weibo.
Liu Yifei clicked send, the page refreshed, and her first Weibo post appeared on the timeline:
@LiuYifei: Hello everyone, I've settled down on Weibo! I hope to share happiness and life with you all. [Image]
The accompanying photo is a picture of the two people on the Pont des Arts in Paris, smiling broadly.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Yu's computer clicked. He had set up a special follow feature so he would receive a notification whenever Liu Yifei posted a Weibo.
He immediately reposted and commented: "Welcome home. Happy birthday." — Posted 1 second ago.
Then, as if a start button had been pressed, notifications began to flood in.
Liu Yifei stared at the screen, watching the message notification numbers in the upper right corner jump wildly—1, 5, 10, 30, 50, 100...
"Someone commented!" she exclaimed softly, her voice filled with excitement and nervousness as she opened the comments section.
The first one is Jiang Yu's, simple yet warm.
The second post came from @Shuchang: "Xixi, I'm here! Happy birthday! Weibo is so much fun! [spinning]" and was posted 3 seconds ago.
The third post is from @蒋雪柔: "Welcome Ms. Liu to Weibo! The entire team at Light Chaser Pictures sends their congratulations! Happy birthday, and have fun on Weibo!" Posted 5 seconds ago.
Then the number of comments began to increase at a visible rate, with dozens more appearing with each refresh: "My God! Is that really Liu Yifei?!"
Happy birthday, Sisi! You're 22 now! The photos are beautiful!
"President Jiang came to comment all at once! So sweet! I'll take this dog food!"
"Weibo is an interesting product. I registered and followed them!"
Happy 22nd birthday to Liu Yifei! Hope you win an award at the Venice Film Festival!
"Taking a photo on the bridge! So romantic! What an amazing love story!"
"From today onwards, I'm a Weibo user! For Xixi!"
"Am I the only one who noticed that President Jiang's arm is around me so tightly? [doge emoji]"
Liu Yifei looked at each item one by one, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.
This instant, direct interaction is completely different from previous blog comments.
A blog is like a letter; you write it, send it out, and only receive a reply a few days later.
Weibo is like a one-on-one chat; whatever you say, the other person can respond immediately, and it can also attract a group of people to chat together.
"Should I reply with a penny?" she asked Jiang Yu, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Reply to these, pick a few interesting ones." Jiang Yu also checked his phone; he had just posted a Weibo: "@Weibo is online. Happy birthday @Liu Yifei. //Reposted from @Liu Yifei..."
It's brief, but packed with information.
His own Weibo post quickly garnered positive reviews: "President Jiang's Weibo post both promoted the product and showed off his affection—brilliant!"
"So Liu Yifei is a spokesperson for Weibo? No wonder she was targeted with a knife."
Happy birthday! May you both be happy!
"Light Chaser Pictures invested in Weibo? Mr. Jiang has a sharp eye!"
"Only business tycoons dare to post such concise Weibo posts [laughing and crying emoji]"
Liu Yifei thought for a moment, then replied to Jiang Yu's assessment: "Thank you, President Jiang~ [smirk]"
Almost instantly, Jiang Yu's computer vibrated. He glanced down at it, smiled, and replied, "You're welcome. Was the noodle soup good?"
Upon seeing this, Liu Yifei couldn't help but laugh out loud and replied, "Super delicious! Chef Jiang's certification!"
Then she replied to Shu Chang: "Thanks, Changchang! Looking forward to your visit~ See you tonight!"
Shu Chang replied instantly: "I'm already playing! Look at the selfie I posted! [image]"
The picture shows Shu Changkang making a peace sign at the camera from inside her car, with the gate of her residential complex visible in the background.
Liu Yifei smiled and shook her head. This headpiece was truly...
She then picked a fan's comment to reply: "Thank you for the blessings! I hope Weibo can bring everyone closer together and allow us to hear more authentic voices."
I had just replied when dozens of comments flooded in: "Sissi replied to me! I'm dead!"
"It's a real person! It's a real person!"
"Sissi is so gentle! I love her!"
"I want to post on Weibo too! I hope my post gets a reply!"
Liu Yifei felt warm inside looking at the enthusiastic responses, but she was also a little overwhelmed—she couldn't possibly reply to everyone.
"Check the trending topics list," Jiang Yu reminded her.
Liu Yifei switched to the trending topics page for analysis.
Sure enough, the three hashtags #WeiboLaunch#, #LiuYifeiRequestsAWeibo#, and #HappyBirthdayLiuYifei# have already climbed into the top three, and the search volume following them skyrockets with each refresh, accompanied by the red "Exploding" mark.
"So fast?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise.
"The promotion was good, and with your birthday added to the buzz, it's no wonder it went viral so quickly." Jiang Yu remained calm, as if everything was already under control. "However, this is just the beginning. We'll have to see how user retention and engagement go. Ultimately, the users decide whether a product is good or not."
In just over twenty minutes, Weibo was already brimming with stars, like an online premiere of "The Founding of a Republic," with all sorts of celebrities and big names getting involved.
"It feels like...an online red carpet," Liu Yifei remarked.
"That's exactly right." Jiang Yu put down his phone, put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "President Cao and the others have been planning this for a long time, just to use the celebrity effect to create a buzz. You are the tipping point, so you are under the most pressure, but the effect will be the best."
Looking at the numbers on her Weibo post, Liu Yifei saw that in 25 minutes, it had been forwarded 1.8 times, commented 1.2 times, and liked 2.3 times.
The character "丫" (ya) in the Chinese internet of 2009 was terrifying.
It's worth noting that many popular news items on major portal websites today only number in the thousands.
"I'm a little... flattered," she said honestly. "I didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic."
"You'll get used to it." Jiang Yu gently ruffled her hair, his tone tender but earnest. "This is just the beginning. In the future, you might post something like 'The weather is nice today' and get tens of thousands of reposts. Be prepared; there will be praise, there will be criticism, and even malice. Remember, just be yourself, and those who like you will continue to like you."
Liu Yifei took a deep breath and nodded: "Yes, I will."
After finishing their meal, the two cleaned up the dishes together. Liu Yifei wanted to wash the dishes, but Jiang Yu stopped her, saying, "The birthday girl isn't washing dishes today, I'll do it."
"That won't do, the soup you cooked..."
"Cooking and washing dishes are two different things." Jiang Yu pushed her out of the kitchen without further ado. "Go rest on the sofa, browse Weibo, or think about what to wear tonight."
Liu Yifei couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she had no choice but to return to the living room.
Instead of resting, she continued to browse Weibo, reading everyone's comments and other celebrities' posts, replying to a few every now and then.
Jiang Yukang was washing dishes in the kitchen, the sound of running water was loud, and occasionally the crisp sound of bowls and plates colliding could be heard.
At exactly 11 o'clock, the doorbell rang.
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The aunt went to open the door, and it was the deliveryman who brought a huge square box, almost as tall as a person. It was very well packaged and tied with a gold ribbon.
The sender's name was listed as "Jiang Xuerou".
"What's this?" Liu Yifei walked over curiously, circling the box. "A birthday present from President Jiang? It's so big?"
"Let's open it and take a look." Jiang Yu leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a smile on his lips.
Liu Yifei squatted down, carefully untied the ribbon, and opened the cardboard box.
The Lixi gift box is more exquisite, light blue, with the logo of a high-end brand printed on the lid.
She opened the box and paused for a moment.
It is a chain.
Instead of being placed in an ordinary jewelry box, it was cleverly secured inside a half-open hardcover book, "The Little Prince." The platinum chain meandered out from the pages, and the pendant featured an interwoven design of the letters "F" and "Y," inlaid with fine heather stones, shimmering softly yet brilliantly in the sunlight.
The design is simple and modern, but the craftsmanship is exquisite, clearly the work of a master.
Beside the book was a card with Jiang Yu's handwriting on it: "To 22-year-old Xixi: May your world always be filled with fairy tales, and with me."
"This is..." Liu Yifei looked up at Jiang Yu, her eyes glistening with tears.
"A birthday present." Jiang Yu walked over, took the necklace from the book, and stood behind her. "Want some fun?"
"Teasing pleasure..." Liu Yifei's voice trembled slightly as she gently stroked the copy of "The Little Prince." "How did you know I liked this book?"
"I saw the original French edition you bought in Paris last year," Jiang Yu said softly. "Later, I asked Shu Chang, and she said you've loved 'The Little Prince' since you were little and have collected all sorts of versions."
Liu Yifei's tears finally fell, not from sadness, but from being moved.
This feeling of being cared for in every detail is so precious.
"It's too precious..." She looked at the necklace, the light from the stone reflecting off it in tiny fragments.
"It's not expensive for you." Jiang Yu put the chain on her finger.
The cool platinum chain adheres to the skin, dangling slightly off the collarbone; it's the perfect size, understated yet elegant.
He fastened the clasp behind her neck and gently brushed his fingers across her skin.
Liu Yifei walked to the full-length mirror in the entryway.
In the mirror, she was wearing simple loungewear, without makeup, her hair casually draped over her shoulders, and the necklace made her stand out.
She touched the pendant, feeling the interwoven patterns of letters.
"F and Y..." she whispered, turning around, her eyes red but sparkling.
"Me and you." Jiang Yu walked over, hugged her from behind, and rested his hand on her shoulder. The two looked at the mirror together. "Our names are intertwined, just like our lives."
Liu Yifei turned around and hugged him, burying her face in his chest: "Thank you, Jiang Yu... I'm so happy, really. This is one of the most thoughtful gifts I've ever received."
"Just enjoy it." Jiang Yu kissed her hair. "I have other gifts for you, I'll give them to you tonight."
"There's more?" Liu Yifei looked up in surprise. "One chain isn't enough?"
"Of course not enough." Jiang Yu smiled mysteriously. "How can I only have one necklace for my 22nd birthday? But it's a secret for now, I'll reveal it tonight."
Liu Yifei's curiosity was completely piqued.
She tugged at Jiang Yu's sleeve, starting to plead and beg, "Tell me, just a little hint? What type is it? Is it big? Is it expensive?"
Jiang Yu chuckled at her words: "Miss Liu, you've seen the world, why are you acting like a child asking for candy?"
"I don't care, just tell me~" Liu Yifei started to whine, shaking his arm, "President Jiang~ Jiang Yu~ Brother Yu~"
That last form of address sent a chill down Jiang Yu's spine. He helplessly raised his hands in surrender: "Stop, stop, stop... I can't tell you if you keep calling me that. You'll find out tonight, okay?"
Seeing that her gentle approach wasn't working, Liu Yifei feigned anger: "Hmph, you stingy little devil. Well, I'll just wait and see. If I don't make you happy with tonight's gift, you're finished."
"I guarantee you'll have a good time," Jiang Yu said confidently.
At noon, the two ate a simple meal prepared by their aunt.
After dinner, Jiang Yu said he had to go to the company: "There's an urgent meeting about the YaMian (a type of online gambling platform) segmentation and subsequent operations after its Weibo launch. President Cao needs me to go there. I'll be back soon."
Actually, she went to check on the final preparations for the party that night, but Liu Yifei didn't know that and believed her: "Okay, then come back early. You promised to spend the afternoon with me."
"I'll definitely be back before four o'clock," Jiang Yu promised, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Be good at home. You can use Weibo a lot, but don't reply to too many messages, it'll strain your eyes."
"Okay, Aunt Jiang." Liu Yifei smiled and pushed him out the door.
After Jiang Yu left, the house became eerily quiet.
Liu Yifei sat alone on the living room sofa, continuing to browse Weibo.
After two or three hours of fermentation, Weibo became increasingly lively.
Besides celebrities, many ordinary users have also started posting on Weibo, sharing their stories, and discussing topics.
She saw an interesting topic, #What to say if you meet your idol#, and chimed in: "I would say: Thank you for your encouragement, let's cheer each other on~"
A fan replied to Liben: "Sissi, I saw your reply! I immediately said to my phone: Sissi, I love you! May you be happy forever!"
Liu Yifei smiled and replied, "I received your love~ You must be happy too~"
She saw another trending topic: #WhatIWantToDoMostAt22#. After thinking about it, she posted a new Weibo post: "At 22, I hope to make more good films, travel to more places, and see the world with the people I love. Also... learn to cook? [thinking]"
This Weibo post quickly garnered thousands of replies: "Sissi, you're going to learn to cook? Boss Jiang will be crying!"
"My 22nd birthday wish is so authentic, I love it!"
"Seeing the world with the one you love... Is that President Jiang? [doge emoji]"
Looking forward to the new work! Go Venice!
This interaction felt both novel and heartwarming to her.
Previously, there was a great distance between him and his fans, but now they can communicate directly through his work and media interviews. Even though it's just a few words, the feeling is completely different.
It's like... it's like really making friends.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang again.
This time it was Shu Chang, carrying a bunch of bags. She gave Liu Yifei a big hug as soon as she walked in: "Happy birthday, my darling! You're 22 now! Officially entering your late twenties!"
"Thank you, Changchang!" Liu Yifei smiled and hugged her back. "Why did you bring so much stuff?"
"Gifts!" Shu Chang put the items down and began to unpack them one by one. "This is a scented candle, a limited edition, it helps you sleep. This is a membrane, it's super useful. This is a book, a new work by your favorite author. This is..."
She pulled out an exquisite photo album. "This! I spent three months making it!"
Liu Yifei took the photo album, flipped to a page, and her eyes immediately reddened.
It was a photo taken seven years ago. Two little girls were wearing costumes, their faces still chubby, smiling foolishly at the camera. It was a photo of her and Shu Changgong when they worked together on a film.
Turning the page, each page is filled with photos they've taken together over the years: funny selfies from trips, candid shots of late-night hotel chats, red carpet photos from events, smiling faces at private dinners... Every photo tells a story of time and the feelings of that moment.
"This photo is from 2002, our first collaboration. You said I stole your chicken leg... when you were clearly on a diet and didn't eat it!"
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"This photo was taken in 2003 by Kang Yunnan. You were learning to swim and swallowed a lot of water..."
"This photo is from our New Year's Eve celebration in 2006. You were drunk and wouldn't let go of the microphone..."
As Liu Yifei flipped through the pages, tears began to fall.
I'm not sad, I'm touched.
This photo album not only records their friendship, but also her growth over the past seven years.
"Thank you..." She hugged Shuchang, her voice choked with emotion, "This is one of the most thoughtful gifts I've ever received."
"Just enjoy it!" Shu Chang was also very happy, then noticed the necklace around her neck, "Wow! This necklace! Was it a gift from President Jiang?"
Liu Yifei nodded, a little embarrassed.
"Wow, a custom-made one? The letter design is so thoughtful."
Shu Chang leaned closer for a professional look and commented, "The clarity of the Hengshi stone is very high, and the cut is excellent. President Jiang really has no complaints about you. By the way, what surprise has he prepared for you tonight? Can you give me a hint?"
"He said it's a secret," Liu Yifei said helplessly. "I don't know either."
"So mysterious." Shu Chang raised an eyebrow, her eyes darting around. "But given President Jiang's style, it's definitely going to be a big deal."
I'm looking forward to watching it tonight.
The two sat on the living room carpet, eating fruit, scrolling through Weibo, and chatting.
Shu Chang also registered for Weibo and was excitedly exploring its features: "This is so much fun! I just posted about eating and drinking at Kang Qianqian's house," and it already has hundreds of likes! Someone even asked me what fruit I was eating!
"Why did you post this!" Liu Yifei laughed and patted her.
"Sharing is what life is all about, isn't that what Weibo says?" Shu Chang said matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm going to ride your coattails and quickly gain more followers. Look, I've already gone from a few dozen to over three thousand! At this rate, breaking ten thousand today is no problem!"
Liu Yifei shook her head and laughed, there was nothing she could do about it.
As she was talking, her phone rang; it was a QQ video call from her mother, Liu Xiaoli.
After the call connected, Liu Xiaoli called from her hotel room, "Xixifei, happy birthday! Did you take the longevity pill?"
"I ate it, Jiang Yu cooked it." Liu Yifei turned the camera to Shu Chang, "Singing is also energetic."
"Hello, godmother!" Shu Chang waved as she approached, "You've gotten even younger!"
"Singing well, you still have such a sweet tongue." Liu Xiaoli smiled. "Qianqian, I sent the gift to Beijing, it should arrive today. What are you doing today? Does Jiang Yu have any plans?"
"He said there would be a fright last night, but he wouldn't tell me," Liu Yifei complained to Shang. "Mom, don't you think he's going too far?"
Liu Xiaoli smiled even more happily: "Then just wait and see. Jiang Yu is reliable; he'll definitely arrange everything perfectly for you."
"Yes, I know."
The mother and daughter chatted for a while, and Liu Xiaoli gave some advice on taking care of her health before hanging up.
Shu Chang exclaimed, "Auntie is so kind, so open-minded and considerate."
Liu Yifei was amused: "You're such a jerk."
The two chatted for a while longer, then Shu Chang glanced at the time: "Oh dear, it's 3 o'clock, I should go."
"So early?" Liu Yifei asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I have things to do tonight." Shu Chang stood up, picked up her bag, walked to the door, then turned back and said mysteriously, "See you tonight~"
"Are you coming tonight too?" Liu Yifei asked, emphasizing the key words.
Shu Chang realized she had let something slip and quickly covered her mouth: "Huh? Did I say that? I didn't say anything! I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"
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She opened the door and slipped away, leaving Liu Yifei alone in the living room, her curiosity growing.
What kind of alarm was it that night? Even Shu Chang knew, but she didn't.
Furthermore, Shu Chang's comment "See you tonight" indicates that she will also be attending.
Liu Yifei walked to the window, watching Lou Haoshu get into his car and leave. She began to wonder: Was it dinner? A party? How many people were there? Where were they going?
She suddenly felt a little nervous, yet also a little expectant.
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