Chapter 231 - 185: The Feeling of Social Death + Auction + Spending Money Should Be More Meaningfully (2)

To prove she ate the whole pile of crawfish by herself, the paparazzi even filmed a video.

To prove the video wasn’t edited, he uploaded a sped-up version of it.

So, when Ni Bingyan opened the video, she saw herself frantically stuffing crawfish into her mouth. If you didn’t know it was sped up, you’d think she had just time-traveled from an era of famine.

As for the comment section, Ni Bingyan took one glance before quickly exiting Weibo and covering her face with her hands.

"AHHH!!!"

Wang Biao had been watching her from the corner of his eye, and seeing her reaction, he could pretty much guess what had happened.

But he was considerate enough to feign ignorance. "What’s wrong?"

"Is that Chaotianmen Dog out of his damn mind?! I spend all my days either on set or at home. I finally get one chance to go out for crawfish with my dad, and he films it!

"Taking pictures would have been one thing, but he actually recorded a video! I ate for two hours, and he was there recording for two whole hours! With that kind of dedication, why not do something to get rich? Why insist on being a paparazzi? And why insist on targeting me! I’m so mad!"

After blowing off some steam, Ni Bingyan finally emerged from her state of utter mortification and started fuming.

"And these netizens! Crawfish only have that little bit of meat in their tails. Anyone can eat a few pounds of them, right? A whole basin looks like a lot, but how much is really there once you peel them? How did that make me a glutton? Huh? Have you ever seen a glutton this skinny? I work out every day! Can’t I just eat like a normal person and enjoy my food?

"Am I the one with the problem, or are they?

"I’m an actress, and people are calling me a glutton, and it even trended at number one! I just... AHHH!!!"

’No wonder Sister Wei was so passive-aggressive on the phone this morning. Even a master of passive-aggression like me could barely take it!’

Ni Bingyan was usually very good-tempered, and it was rare to see her so annoyed, so Wang Biao couldn’t help but laugh.

"Haha! It just means they like you. Don’t take it to heart. Hey, you enjoy your food, and that’s great!"

Having worked with Ni Bingyan for so long, Wang Biao had come to know her very well.

Most of her hobbies were unconventional, and few other celebrities shared her interests.

Unlike other actresses who seemed to survive by counting individual grains of rice, she ate her fill at every meal, indulging in whatever she found delicious without any restrictions.

Add to that the fact that she also had an interesting, internet-famous father, and it was only normal for her to get a lot of attention from netizens.

Seeing that Ni Bingyan was still covering her face and not speaking, Wang Biao thought of some of the witty netizen comments and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

"Haha! Look, netizens are even placing bets now, saying that if you keep eating like this all summer, your abs will disappear sooner or later!"

Wang Biao wasn’t a workaholic like her. Though he’d become much more diligent these days, he still enjoyed browsing Weibo in his spare time.

Sister Wei had been sick and resting last night, so he had been the one monitoring the public relations for this whole affair. Naturally, the more amusing comments had left a deep impression on him.

"Hmph!"

Ni Bingyan snorted, sat up, pulled out her script, and started reading.

’These comments were already there last night, and she hadn’t felt embarrassed then.’

’What did that prove?’

’It meant that something like public mortification could simply cease to exist if you pretended you didn’t know about it.’

Seeing this, Wang Biao didn’t disturb her any further.

For the past few days on the set of *Rainy Days with an Umbrella*, Ni Bingyan had been trying to wrap up work early every day so she could go home and keep her dad company.

Filming an urban romance drama wasn’t particularly difficult, and with the set being close to home, she had a lot more flexibility.

Here in Guozigou, however, it was far from home, the shoot was more demanding, the director had high standards, and he had a nasty temper. Getting home every day wouldn’t be so easy anymore.

She had initially planned to just push through it, overcoming any difficulties to go back and keep her father company. After all, he was in an unfamiliar city where he didn’t know anyone; she’d assumed he would be bored all by himself at home.

As it turned out, she was only just discovering that a man like her father—who knew how to make his own fun and had friends all over the country—could never be a pitiful little old man, no matter where he was.

The moment he stepped out the door, someone would invite him for a meal.

If transportation was inconvenient, he would buy a luxury car in the blink of an eye.

It seemed that whether his daughter was there to keep him company or not made no difference at all.

Her head was still ringing from going clubbing last night, so she figured she might as well just stay on set for a few days.

Ni Guangli didn’t realize his daughter was intentionally avoiding him; he just figured she was busy with work.

He didn’t bother her, just peacefully lived his own life.

The elderly folks in the neighborhood were either highly-educated intellectuals or powerful business owners. Every one of them was well-spoken and straightforward. It would have been weirder if a social butterfly like Ni Guangli *couldn’t* get along with them!

With his daughter not at home, he no longer had to contact Sang Yuan in secret.