Chapter 89: The Hated Miss of the Dating Show (38)

Chapter 89: The Dating Show’s Least-Liked Heiress (38)

"Anna! Did the company buy my Weibo followers? Are they all bots?" After much deliberation, this seemed the only possible explanation.

Mi Yang returned to his room and immediately called his manager, his tone laced with frustration. "With so many fans, how could I lose to Xiang Xiuran?"

Pissed!

This feeling was like losing a sure thing—a win slipping right through his fingers! Tang Qing was stolen away!

His manager had long anticipated the rich kid’s tantrum and sighed helplessly. "Don’t pin this on me."

"After the show released the news yesterday, I had several admins mobilize your fans to vote in your groups..."

"And I still lost?"

Anna sighed even harder. "Yes. Even then, you lost."

"Go check Xiang Xiuran’s Weibo."

Xiang Xiuran had a Weibo account?

After hanging up, Mi Yang immediately searched:

"I’ve never been on a date with her. Not even once.—Xiang Xiuran"

His eyes widened as he saw the tens of thousands of comments under Xiang Xiuran’s post:

"Dr. Xiang! I’ll make it happen for you!"

"Aww, give Dr. Xiang a chance! The show’s been running, and he still hasn’t gotten a date!"

"This is killing me! Dr. Xiang really wants to go out with the heiress—just let the poor guy have this!"

...

Finally, Mi Yang understood—it was a sob story from a pretty face!

"Shit! So many fans, and I still lost to his scheming!" Seething, he hurled his phone onto the bed, then slammed his fist into the pillow. "I should’ve posted on Weibo too!"

"Dammit! How did I miss that?"

While he was still fuming, Tang Qing received a system notification:

"Mi Yang’s Love Points increased by 2. Current total: 70."

"Xiang Xiuran’s Love Points: 79. Su Chengwen’s Love Points: 73."

"Tsk, three guys tossing and turning over her," the system mused smugly. "Nothing like rivalry to boost those Love Points."

It seemed to grasp Tang Qing’s "Harem Strategy" now—whenever one of the three male leads spent more time with her, it spurred the other two’s Love Points.

Climbing fast, and oh-so-satisfying.

On the day of the date, Tang Qing turned heads in a champagne-hued dress. The gown featured intricate embroidery along the neckline and hem, radiating class and sophistication.

The deep V-neck was held by two delicate straps, showcasing her delicate collarbones.

The cinched waist perfectly accentuated her killer curves. With legs for days, the design highlighted her knockout body.

Her hair was swept up elegantly, adorned only with a single lustrous pearl—simple yet sophisticated, perfectly paired with the champagne-colored gown.

Tang Qing walked over with graceful poise, and the live chat exploded:

"OMG! So stunning I don’t even dare to blink!"

"How can the young lady be this beautiful? She really looks like a spoiled rich girl from a wealthy family!"

"I'm freaking out! Sister, you're killing me!"

She hadn't gone all out like this in ages, but the effect of her grand appearance was astonishing.

Even Xiang Xiuran got distracted for a second by Tang Qing’s radiance.

Quickly regaining his composure, he handed her a bouquet of roses and said gently, "You look beautiful today."

The roses had soft pink edges. Tang Qing recognized them as Aisha roses. And judging by the wrapping, it looked like Xiang Xiuran had done it himself—not perfectly polished, but full of heart.

"Picked them from the little garden today." Always gentle, his eyes now held nothing but affection for her. Just standing there, Dr. Xiang made her heart skip.

"Happy summer, princess."

The moment he uttered these words, the live chat erupted again:

"You guys seeing this? I can't handle this!"

"He's totally smitten! He gave her Aisha roses—my princess!"

"Woah! Hearing Dr. Xiang say that, my heart's going crazy! I wish he'd call me princess too!"

"Please, just get together already!"

Xiang Xiuran led Tang Qing to his workplace.

Standing at the hospital entrance, watching the bustling crowd, Tang Qing asked, "What? Is Dr. Xiang planning to have me accompany him to work?"

"No." Smiling gently, he naturally took her hand.

The moment they touched, Tang Qing could feel the warmth of his palm.

After just a slight tremble, he held on tight.

System: "Wow! Xiang Xiuran is holding your hand—the first among the three male leads to take the initiative, right…?"

"Love Points increased to 82!"

"Down this path, and we’ll arrive." Xiang Xiuran led her down a relatively secluded trail, avoiding the noisy crowds. Surprisingly, Tang Qing spotted a café.

At first glance, she immediately sensed that this café totally matched Xiang Xiuran’s vibe.

The entrance was lush with all kinds of plants—some Tang Qing couldn’t even name—green and healthy, growing vibrantly in clusters.

Pushing the door open, she heard a staff member greet, "Hey boss."

So this was Xiang Xiuran’s own café?

Who knew such a place existed within the hospital? Looking out the window, just across a small path, it might as well have been different worlds.

On one side, constant hustle and bustle; on this side, peaceful and calm.

Xiang Xiuran held out a chair for Tang Qing and explained, "This isn't actually part of the hospital—it's a street right next to it."

"Really? I never imagined our Dr. Xiang is also a part-time entrepreneur." Smiling, Tang Qing looked stunning today—her smile was downright mesmerizing.

Xiang Xiuran’s pulse hitched unexpectedly.

Pouring a glass of water, he covered his fluster. "I wouldn’t call myself a boss."

"I'm usually too busy with work, but I drop by the shop after work."

"Actually, I never really loved this job." Sitting across from Tang Qing, Xiang Xiuran paused before continuing, "It's just that everyone thinks I'm suited for it."

He extended his hand, fingertips bearing faint calluses—the telltale roughness from a surgeon's trade.

"I don’t particularly like the way patients look at me. They place all their trust in me..." He gestured toward the window. "That’s where I work."

"Everyone is in a hurry, rushing from one test to another, anxiously waiting for the doctor's next pronouncement or racing toward goodbye."

It was rare for Xiang Xiuran to speak so much, his words steady and unhurried.

"But here, it’s a completely different world. I planted many flowers by the entrance and decked the place with things that matter to me."

"After work, just sitting here with coffee..." His gaze softened as he looked at Tang Qing. "I finally feel like I’ve stopped."

"Tang Qing, look... this is everything I am—the busy one and the still one."

He said, "Princess, welcome to my world."

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"Lately, this push-and-pull dynamic has been written so compellingly that even the author is getting biased (//▽//)."

"Currently brainstorming the next world—either a wronged wife with velvet gloves or an obsessive, love-crazed fiancée. Should we go with A or B? Drop your opinions~"