The Top Male Star Announced His Relationship With Me

Best friends are surprisingly fragile when they turn fake.

I was about to warn her not to post random photos, but there were already tons of photos of Cruz and me flying around the group chat.

In less than a minute, my various social media platforms were bombarded with messages again.

I looked at my phone, still vibrating despite freezing...

Exhausted was I!

I dreamt all night about the scenes of me pinning Cruz to the ground and rubbing it in.

The next morning, my mom came over with Cruz.

"How could you do this to Cruz?"

I was startled.

Had my dream somehow been discovered?

Cruz sat quietly on a single sofa behind my mom, his charming amorous eyes clear and innocent.

He was wearing a gray sports outfit today, and his forehead bangs had been trimmed quite a bit, making him look even more innocent and cute.

But I knew this guy was just a white lotus.

"Mom..." I called out weakly.

"Get up!"

I immediately straightened my legs out of fear.

"Look at you, you don't even look like a girl! Your hair is messy, and your face isn't washed? It's a good thing Cruz doesn't mind you, or who would dare want you?"

I glanced outside at the sky.

The faint purple clouds mixed with green and yellow dawn, and the bright line on the horizon barely showed.

Checking the clock in the house, I found the second hand was ticking towards six o'clock.

"You did this to Cruz..." My mom moved her lips, awkwardly clasping her hands. "What are you planning to do about it?"

My pupils dilated suddenly, and I glared at Cruz. "When did I kiss you? What did you tell my mom?"

Cruz looked helpless. "I didn't say..."

"There's no wall that doesn't let wind through. Your photos with Cruz are all over your social circle!"

My mom glared at me with frustration, her index finger poking at my head as if it would explode.

"Since you've done something inappropriate, you need to take responsibility, or people will say our family has poor morals and that we abandoned Cruz!"

"Mom..."

I wanted to remind her that I was her daughter, and if anything really happened between us, I'd be the one who'd suffer.

My mom made a final decision.

"If I find out you've done anything wrong to Cruz, don't blame me for turning against you!"

That tone was just like a mother-in-law scolding a daughter-in-law.

I was speechless.

I quickly signaled Cruz with my eyes.

He slowly stood up from the sofa, looking regretful. "This is actually my fault."

"Yes, if he hadn't randomly said on Twitter that I was his girlfriend, I wouldn't have gotten so angry and hit him."

Cruz said, "Recently, the company arranged for me to be on a variety show with a celebrity who has a girlfriend. The other party was Jesse. Jesse had previously been pestering me several times. My agent was afraid she might exploit me later, so instead of rejecting her directly, he thought it best to have me bring Scarlet along.

"He thought that since Scarlet and I grew up together, knowing each other well, our interactions wouldn't be awkward, making it the best fit. So he announced Scarlet as my girlfriend without informing me.

"If Scarlet didn't want to, I'd have my agent cancel it."

My expression brightened.

My mom frowned. "How much compensation would there be for canceling?"

"Based on my worth, it would be around one hundred million."

"So much?"

"Actually, it's not just about the money. It could stain my acting career."

He spoke with a bit of heartache.

I felt a bit schadenfreude, struggling to hold back a laugh.

My mom looked at me.

I suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Scarlet, Cruz is the best. If you dare to let him lose, I'll make you sleep on the streets!"

My mom gave me a fierce warning, then admired Cruz's good looks and left satisfied.

I was speechless.

I was on the verge of tears.

Mom!

Mom!!!

With my mom's approval, Cruz's manager went wild.

He built hype on various platforms.

Before the show even started recording, netizens had dug up all our details.

Including but not limited to our childhood together and our families being well-connected.

Literature enthusiasts started writing about our couple pairing.

Most of it depicted sweet, romantic love.

Every time I read it, I got goosebumps.

But my best friend and Cruz enjoyed reading it.

They'd describe all sorts of indescribable scenarios to me.

"Cruz grabbed Scarlet's chin and said coldly, 'Woman, don't think you can escape!' As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her tempting red lips..."

This was so disgusting.

"Can you stop being so boring?"

Under the guise of building rapport, my mom threw me to Cruz.

As she left, she cheerfully said, "Have fun!"

That look in her eyes was a glaring warning—don't cause trouble!

Cruz's amorous eyes shimmered, his alluring deep voice hitting my eardrums.

"Scarlet, you look so beautiful when you smile!"

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, then started pounding irregularly.

Knowing full well this guy was just reading, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter.

I had to admit, Cruz's face was too mesmerizing. With such a gentle gaze, surrender seemed like the only option.

"You... you... you..."

My cheeks were burning, and my breath was hot.

But I didn't want him to notice anything unusual, so I went to the bathroom to wash my face.

From then on, before the show started recording, I barely appeared in front of him except for necessary rapport-building conversations.