[My 'son' was stolen!]

A tweet from the best actor, Emerson Gough, went straight to the top of the trending list.

Netizens reacted strongly.

Sharp-eyed netizens found my alternate account and discovered that my dog looked exactly like Emerson's stolen 'son'.

They all commented on my Twitter, calling me a 'dog thief'.

[Third-rate actress Cherry Levins is rumored to have taken the 'son' of renowned actor Emerson!]

Thanks to my dog, I landed on the trending topics list for the very first time.

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Three days ago, I broke up with Emerson, whom I had secretly dated for a year.

The reason was that Emerson wanted to have our 'son', Goldie, neutered, but I disagreed.

We had a big fight because of this issue.

In the end, I suggested breaking up.

Because I was afraid that Emerson would secretly take Goldie to be neutered, I secretly went to his house and took Goldie out when he was shooting outside.

I also blocked all his contact information.

When he returned and couldn't find me, he tweeted online.

[My 'son' has been stolen! I'm offering a substantial reward for its safe return!]

Below was also attached a beautiful photo of Goldie.

Netizens reacted strongly.

Some sharp-eyed netizens found my alternate account and discovered that my dog looks exactly like Emerson's stolen 'son'.

They all commented on my Twitter, calling me a 'dog thief'.

[Third-rate actress Cherry Levins is rumored to have taken the 'son' of renowned actor Emerson!]

Thanks to my dog, as a small-time celebrity, I landed on the trending topics list for the very first time.

I instantly gained over 600,000 followers.

And they were all haters who criticized me.

Because I was afraid of being criticized by haters and unable to find work, I quickly clarified on Twitter.

[All Huskies in the world may share some traits. You should be mindful and refrain from disturbing my Husky's den! My Goldie, on the other hand, is one-of-a-kind.]

After I posted on Twitter, netizens started to stir up trouble again.

[Stop trying to argue. It's clearly the same dog. Look at the white fur between the eyebrows in these two photos, like the third eye.]

[Yes, and there is a black birthmark on its tongue.]

[The expressions are the same, both fierce and stupid!]

I silently glanced at my Goldie.

"Is it stupid? It looks so handsome! If it's stupid, it must be because the angle of the photo taken by Emerson is not right." I thought.

Ninety percent of the comments were criticizing me.

But there were also a few loyal fans who defended me.

[Stop arguing, Husky looks similar anyway. Cherry has always been law-abiding and would never do such a thing.]

[Yes, look at these Huskies, aren't they all the same?]

Then fans started posting pictures of their own dogs under my Twitter post.

Finally, some even directly mentioned Emerson to claim kinship.

The situation got out of control for a while.

That night, I received a call from my agent, Nancy.

I was invited to be a guest on a Pet-themed Variety Show, which was not very prestigious.

But for someone who had been unemployed for nearly two months, having work to do was already pretty good. How could I be picky?

Besides, raising a 'son' was expensive. Going on a variety show allowed me to make money and allowed my 'son' to eat to his heart's content.

It was a win-win situation.

Because I was afraid that the production team would change their minds, I couldn't sleep well all night.

The next morning, I took Goldie with me to sign the contract. When Nancy saw Goldie, she frowned and absolutely refused to let me bring it in.

"Cherry Levins, you have been heavily criticized online because of this dog. How dare you bring it out?"

Nancy was my Nancy at university, and I was the first artist she signed after becoming an agent.

And now, I was the only artist on her roster who achieved minor celebrity status.

I blinked my innocent big eyes and asked, "Nancy, this is a Pet-themed Variety Show. Do you want me to be the pet if I don't bring Goldie?"

Nancy choked on her words and imagined a scene where I became a pet, which scared her and made her shake her head instantly.

"Let Goldie as the guest! If you become the pet, I'm afraid you will go everywhere in the whole program group."

"Yes, this is me, with only a face that is still presentable, but my spirit is free." I thought.

The program's producer lit up when he saw Goldie as if he had seen the God of Wealth.

The program had a total of 12 episodes, but they only signed me for 6 episodes.

They wanted to assess the impact of the broadcast before deciding whether to proceed with further signings in the future.

I knew they treated me as a replaceable pawn, but I didn't mind.

Because it was hard for me to find a job now.

"Jobs that are easy to find are often difficult to do." I thought.

In the car, Nancy asked me whether Emerson and I had really broken up.

I hugged Goldie's big furry head and said, "Of course, the 'son' belongs to me; everything else belongs to him; I leave with nothing."

Nancy looked at me as if she were staring at a fool.

"Everything originally belongs to Emerson, what part is yours? You will have to return Goldie sooner or later."

Yes, Goldie was bought by Emerson.

We met at the pet store. We both liked Goldie.

But he was rich and powerful, and I couldn't compete with him.

I could only ask him to let me visit Goldie often.

Fortunately, he still retained some humanity and didn't reject me.

"I won't give Goldie back to him. The 'son' naturally belongs to the mother when a couple separates. It's just common sense."

"And Goldie's father is not well-intentioned. Goldie is so handsome, but he insists on having Goldie neutered. Isn't that crazy?"

Nancy looked at me thoughtfully and said, "I can't say if he is crazy, but you definitely are."

I knew that Nancy was discussing the secret relationship between me and Emerson.

I was actually the one who pursued Emerson when we got together.

After knowing each other for a month, I lost a game at a classmate gathering.

I chose the big adventure.

I had to call a man I had been in contact with recently that time from my address book and confess my feelings to him, asking him to be my boyfriend.

The person I contacted most frequently at that time was Emerson.

I called him, told him I liked him, and asked him to be my boyfriend.

I didn't have a chance to say it was just a joke.

He replied, "Okay."

I still remember when I heard him say okay.

The alcohol wore off in an instant, leaving my heart racing uncontrollably.

Because I was afraid it was a dream, I didn't dare to sleep all night.

That was how we got together.

Because I was afraid, we would break up one day, so I never dared to let others know.

After all, we got together casually.

After spending a considerable amount of time together, I realized that he was sarcastic and candid.

Despite his good looks, a better-than-average figure, decent acting skills, and a wealthy background, he had no advantages at all.

He was not romantic at all, not even compared to Goldie.

So between Goldie and him, I chose Goldie.

Three days later, the first episode officially aired.

The entire program was conducted in the form of live broadcast.

Since the program group couldn't afford big-name celebrities, the first episode only featured me, the relatively unknown idol Dylan Camden, and the recently debuted singer Marquis Simpson.

Because I had been popular recently, a group of haters flooded into the live room as soon as the live broadcast started.

The program group asked us to introduce ourselves.

The first one was Dylan, who playfully greeted the audience through the camera.

"Hello everyone, I am Doodle's 'mom', Dylan Camden. Doodle is an adorable Samoyed. I hope you all like us."

Next was Marquis.

"Hello, everyone; I am Ballo's 'dad', Marquis Simpson. Ballo is a gentle and loyal Border Collie."

It was finally my turn.

"Hello, everyone; I am Goldie's 'mother', Cherry Levins."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the comments in the live broadcast room scrolling rapidly.

[Cherry, you stole the dog so brazenly. You must have a really thick skin, huh?]

[Quickly return Emerson's 'son', we will spare your life]

[Goldie? The name is so tacky, just like its 'mother'.]

I looked at the 64-inch big screen and smiled brightly.

"I don't know if I have a thick skin, but my face is definitely smaller than yours."

"Stealing my 'son' and giving it to someone else, you must be seriously ill. "

"This is the first time I've ever heard someone complain about money being tacky. It almost sounds like you don't value money at all."

I was the first one to argue with the audience during the live broadcast.

The entire production team grew concerned for me, with even Nancy supporting her forehead with one hand and pretending not to notice me.