Chapter 294: Chapter 294: How Do You Know Such Private Things?

Ji Ba saw that the majority of the barrage comments had shifted, and he quickly turned off the camera and ended the stream. All he could think was, “Done for.”

He should have known better than to film them, knowing the purpose of the feather duster Sister Qiao had brought.

“Sister Qiao, I’m sorry, I was live streaming just now. I didn’t know you were…” going to discipline the artist.

“Hmm, what happened?” Sang Qiao tossed the feather duster aside, completely oblivious to the issue.

The middle-aged woman was more cautious. She immediately took out her phone to go online and sure enough, trending all over the place was the news that Sang Qiao hit her artist because she was dissatisfied with his ranking.

Even the screen recordings were there.

Less than a minute had passed, and it had already blown up. The extent of Sister Qiao’s influence was clear.

“Maybe it’ll be fine if I just explain it on Weibo?” Jiang Chaoyuan also saw the trending topics on his phone and couldn’t help frowning.

He, the person involved, didn’t even know he had been “hit” by Sister Qiao.

It was just a few words of education with the feather duster; these netizens were really just stirring up trouble!

“Don’t post anything rashly on your own. Wait for the company’s PR department to notify you. If you post now, those unreasonable netizens will only think you’re being threatened.”

The middle-aged woman spoke calmly, already sending a message to the company’s PR department.

“…Did the feather duster cause trouble?” Sang Qiao glanced at the feather duster in his hand.

The middle-aged woman couldn’t help but laugh, “Sister Qiao, don’t worry, it’s a minor issue. Our PR department will come up with a solution very soon.”

“Yeah, okay.” Sang Qiao wasn’t worried anyway; the innocent have clear consciences. She hadn’t forgotten her original purpose for coming here, and she looked up at Jiang Chaoyuan.

“Did you remember what I admonished you about today?”

“…I remember.” Jiang Chaoyuan nodded stiffly. What he remembered was that truly debuting in the center position would be tragic, right? More resources, but would he ever have free time?

“I’ll head back first then. The PR department will contact you once they have a plan.”

“Alright, Sister Qiao, take care.”

“Mmm.” Sang Qiao left the dormitory, with the middle-aged woman following her.

Sang Qiao asked the staff for directions to the restroom and quickened her pace.

She pushed open the first stall door, took care of her business, and then headed to the washbasin, someone following behind her.

The person behind stopped walking, her whole body stiffening, her breathing became uneven, and she kept her head low, not daring to speak.

Sang Qiao was about to walk past when she caught a glimpse of a clump of short, pitch-black hair and paused.

She slowly turned her head, and what caught her eye was a tall man with his head down, trying to minimize his presence.

“You… pervert?”

“I have my reasons, please don’t scream!” Chen Ling hurriedly spoke, trying to cover Sang Qiao’s mouth.

Sang Qiao was quicker, dodging to the side. Her mind flickered through several confusing fragments. Chen Ling’s face appeared, and she shook her head.

She looked up at the man in front of her, questioning, “Did we know each other before?”

Chen Ling’s palms sweated profusely, not understanding the meaning behind Sang Qiao’s words. Did she not remember he was Chen Ling? Or did she think he was…

“Why would a man be in the women’s restroom?” Sang Qiao saw the man’s continued silence and glanced over his body.

She noticed he was holding a… sanitary napkin.

Chen Ling naturally noticed Sang Qiao’s gaze as well; her cheeks were flushed a bright red, and her mind was as chaotic as mashed paste, barely managing to conjure up an explanation after much mental turmoil.

“I… I came to bring this to my girlfriend.”

Sang Qiao: “?”

“This is a boy group audition, and your girlfriend just happens to work in the program team? If I remember correctly, all the staff here are over thirty-five.”

Chen Ling grew even more embarrassed and wished she could slap herself–her explanation was even worse than saying nothing.

“What is that red thing on your hand?” Sang Qiao noticed something on his fingertips that resembled bloodstains and fell into deep thought.

“Thump–” Chen Ling immediately knelt on the ground, bending both legs, “Sister Qiao, since you know everything, I can’t hide it from you. I just hope you won’t spread this matter.”

“Actually… I have hemorrhoids! They have recently become inflamed, bleeding profusely. I feared being discovered in the men’s restroom by the contestants and just saw that the women’s restroom was empty, so… I came here. The sanitary pad is for padding; it makes sitting down less painful.”

A middle-aged lady who happened to come looking for Sister Qiao was completely stunned, “…”

“… Just a friendly reminder: the men’s bathroom door can also be locked. If it’s severe, you should see a doctor. I will keep today’s matter confidential, but next time, you–being a man–shouldn’t enter the women’s restroom.”

Sang Qiao’s gaze at Chen Ling was suddenly filled with pity; it was almost time for the final rankings, and hemorrhoid pain made it hard to even sit down, surely that must have affected his dancing?

Chen Ling: “…” She slightly regretted concocting such an excuse–it was truly embarrassing.

But, fortunately, she hadn’t been exposed. With that thought, she sighed with relief.

Sang Qiao: “By the way, what’s your name? Do we know each other?”

“Chen Ling. We’ve only met briefly once; I don’t know if that counts as knowing each other.”

“I see,” Sang Qiao said, having heard this name and already forming her answer–the brother of Ah He’s fans. Perhaps Ah He had mentioned him frequently, hence the familiarity.

She stepped forward, glanced at the stunned middle-aged lady, “Let’s go back to the company.”

“Yes,” the middle-aged lady struggled to keep her smile under control.

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Right after Sang Qiao returned to the company, Meng Jiahe approached her, “You went to see Jiang Chaoyuan, why didn’t you take me with you? What about it, did you see Chen Ling’s brother?”

Sang Qiao was stunned–more than just seeing him; she had learned something… Thinking of Ah He as her close friend, she couldn’t let her be completely in the dark.

“Would it bother you if your idol isn’t as perfect as he appears to be?”

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with Chen Ling? Is it bad character? Acting arrogantly? Or being untidy behind the scenes?”

Meng Jiahe instantly filled with curiosity; if it was a matter of bad character, she would disown him as a fan.

That shouldn’t be the case, as he had always been very gentlemanly during the recording process, very polite, even helping staff clean up.

“None of that, just… he has an extra piece of flesh…” At this point, Sang Qiao’s eyes suddenly filled with compassion.

Thinking about their own artist lying motionless in bed today, what was the main cause of hemorrhoids again? Sitting, standing, squatting for long periods.

“Qiaoqiao! Stop beating around the bush, just tell me!” Meng Jiahe’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued.

What did she mean by an extra piece of flesh? Did Chen Ling have appendicitis or what!

“Chen Ling has hemorrhoids, it’s enough that you and I know about it. Remember to keep it a secret for him,” Sang Qiao said in a flat tone.

Meng Jiahe was completely petrified, incredulously saying, “Qiaoqiao, how did you come to know such a private matter? Surely you didn’t forget the restroom signs and walked into the men’s instead, seeing Chen Ling’s…”