Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Villain’s Second Day of Complaining to Her Parents~

Sister Xiao didn’t just summon a “water army” (paid commenters); she also contacted the entertainment reporters who had interviewed Wen Qingyun at the airport, having them release press releases to fiercely criticize Qian Tuo.

The two-pronged approach was incredibly effective, and the public opinion online flipped instantly.

[Netizen Comments]

“Qian Tuo is really reaching. Wen Qingyun literally said she’s suing, and he still dares to post a sappy ‘essay’?”

“A clown acting in his own play. Stop with the ‘devoted lover’ persona! Knowing my Sister’s personality, Qian Tuo is definitely going to pay for this!”

“Strange, usually Wen Qingyun would be blasting him on Weibo by now. Why is it just a lawyer’s letter warning?”

“Get lost, Qian Tuo! Stinky man, stay away!”

Seeing that he was personally named in the lawyer’s letter, Qian Tuo, who was closely monitoring the situation, was dazed. He turned to his manager.

“Brother Liu, what do we do? I expressed my feelings for Wen Qingyun like you said, but instead of just rejecting me, she’s suing me for invasion of privacy and accusing me of intentional secret filming.”

“I read the letter—it names me specifically, and the official seal is real!” Qian Tuo’s voice betrayed his panic.

He had worked with Wen Qingyun for nine episodes and knew exactly what kind of person she was. Other artists’ letters might be scrap paper, but a letter from her naming names was never just a warning; she truly intended to send him to prison.

“What’s the panic? It’s just words. She doesn’t have evidence,” the manager soothed. “Even if the person who filmed it is found, at most they’ll be charged with infringing on portrait rights. Your interaction was at a restaurant entrance, not a private residence.”

“What if that person admits they were bribed by me?” Qian Tuo was still uneasy.

Greed had led him to agree to the manager’s proposal—to include hidden motives while “clarifying.” But the risks were as large as the rewards.

“Unlikely. Even if it is traced to you, you’ll just be mocked by netizens. At worst, you make a public apology and pay 200,000 in damages.” The manager calculated. “Remember, it’s the netizens who misunderstood your relationship. You’ve already publicly said the rumors are false. You’re not ‘leeching heat’; you’re just someone who fell for a beautiful person and is pursuing them. Her fanbase is female; we’ll arrange a water army to guide the narrative toward you supporting women.”

Listening to the organized plan, Qian Tuo gradually relaxed. In the entertainment industry, you can have scandals, but you can’t lack “heat.”

…

The call to the Zheng family was made personally by Mother Wen. Most of the five-minute conversation was about business, but at the end, Mother Wen mentioned that her daughter was “a bit unhappy” in the entertainment circle.

Decision-makers of large conglomerates are not fools. The Zheng family instantly understood the intent was entirely in that last sentence.

After checking the situation, the second son of the Zheng family, who was currently partying at a bar, received a call from his father ordering him home immediately.

“Wen Qingyun?” The second son stood in the study, smelling of alcohol. “Of course I’ve heard of her. Very beautiful, very temperamental. Rumored to have a powerful background; she gives face to no one.”

“Put those thoughts away. She is the daughter of Wen Feishi,” Zheng’s father said sternly. “You invested in Heartbeat Signals, right?”

The second son’s mouth fell open. “Dad, you’re not joking? She’s Wen Feishi’s daughter? Wen Feishi is…”

Zheng’s father looked at his son wordlessly. The son stood up straight and promised, “I understand. I will keep a respectful distance. I didn’t order the show to do anything; I just put in money for dividends.”

“Tell the director,” the father commanded, “if he wants to keep working in this industry, he better apologize to Wen Qingyun and beg for her forgiveness. If he doesn’t get it, there’s no need for that show to continue.”

…

Wen Qingyun trusted her mother to handle everything. After “tattling,” she stopped worrying and went to stick to her mother like glue.

“Now do you know what kind of people are in that circle?” Mother Wen asked, flicking her daughter’s forehead.

“I knew, I just didn’t expect someone to be so shameless,” Wen Qingyun said with disgust.

Mother Wen smiled. “The circle you’re in is too dirty. People are dirty, hearts are dirty. Come back to me. If you want to act, I’ll buy a company for you. If you like variety shows, participate as my daughter. No one will dare to make you uncomfortable.”

Wen Qingyun burrowed into the bed. “But won’t I embarrass you? You’re so capable, and I’m so willful and useless…”

“Embarrass me?” Mother Wen raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“I have a bad temper, act like a diva, love being sarcastic, can’t handle hardship, and I’m lazy,” Wen Qingyun listed.

“You don’t have a bad temper; you just refuse to be mistreated,” Mother Wen patted her head. “That’s not a flaw. You refuse the ‘unspoken rules’ of that circle, which is why you are blacklisted. If you’re angry, find someone to beat him up. As long as no one dies, I can solve it for you.”

Wen Qingyun’s eyes sparkled. “Mom, you’re the best! I feel like I could take on the whole world now!”

“Just remember,” Mother Wen said seriously, “no fundamental mistakes. Don’t touch ‘unclean’ things. And remember the people you hate now; never become like them.”

Wen Qingyun nodded. “Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t befriend indecent people. My newest friend is very upright. A silly, hardworking ‘old ox’ from the grassroots.”

Mother Wen recalled a report. “Is her name Chu Ke?”

“Eh? You know her?”

“The assistant mentioned her. Seems like a steady child. By the way, the local police haven’t contacted you about the attack yet?”

“Not personally, but I know who it was. That state-owned enterprise driver I called ‘unrecyclable trash.’ He hired people to retaliate. The police are stalling because someone wants to protect him.”

“Local tourism bureau?” Mother Wen guessed. “I’ll let you handle that small matter since you say you can.”

…

A lot happened overnight. The show’s director “slid into a kneel” (apologized profusely) and spilled everything he knew. A certain entertainment company held an emergency meeting and decided to sacrifice a lukewarm artist rather than offend an “outsider” tycoon.

Qian Tuo woke up to a nightmare. He couldn’t log into his main Weibo account.

“Brother Liu? Why can’t I log in?” he shouted over the phone.

“Qian Tuo…” Brother Liu hesitated. He had seen the emails. The company had abandoned him. “If you trust me, remember this: don’t post anything on your alt account. Whatever is posted on your main account, just accept it. That’s the best end for you.”

Brother Liu hung up. He wasn’t going to sink with the ship.

…

“We have evidence of Qian Tuo’s tax evasion,” Father Wen said calmly, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses.

“The show crew provided videos of him making inappropriate comments backstage—insulting female guests, attacking male guests, and hinting at… sexual trades. We also have records of him contacting underage fans and concealing that a former girlfriend had an abortion for him.”

Father Wen’s expression turned grim. “We have enough to send him to prison. We might even find evidence of organized debauchery and illegal sex trades involving many others.”

“How do you want to handle this, Qingyun?” Mother Wen asked.

“Don’t release videos of him criticizing women. Let the show release the other clips,” Wen Qingyun said, biting an apple. “Let his manager expose him and resign. But don’t leak the personal info of the women involved. I want to destroy Qian Tuo, but I don’t want the victims to be hurt again by the public eye.”

Mother Wen approved. “Focus on the perpetrator, not the victim.”

…

Meanwhile, in the village office:

“You just came back like this? How do you do things?” The Director barked at Chu Ke. “If Wen Qingyun doesn’t settle, the factory won’t be built! Ten poverty-stricken villages will lose their chance!”

“Director, if the factory is built and then the truth is exposed, we lose everything,” Chu Ke argued. “If we admit our mistake, we prove Chen Kun was an outlier. Netizens aren’t unreasonable.”

“Are you teaching me my job?” The Director slammed the table. He didn’t want to be the one held accountable. He sent Chu Ke to do it so he could blame her if it failed. “Go to the villages and see how much they want the factory. Reflect on whose side you are on!”

Chu Ke left, feeling the weight of her integrity.

The Director, still fuming, opened Weibo. He saw the hot searches.

[Trending Topics]

Qian Tuo Tax Evasion Investigation

Heartbeat Signals Director Releases Backstage Footage

Director Qian Youbin Removed from ‘Green Bamboo’ Crew

The Director broke into a cold sweat. Qian Youbin was Qian Tuo’s “powerful uncle,” and even he was gone. And this all happened in three days.

He called Chu Ke back, his voice trembling. “Tell me exactly what Wen Qingyun said. Every single word.”

…

Wen Qingyun’s “Assistant” Life

The next day, Wen Qingyun went to work at her mother’s headquarters. She wore a simple coffee-colored outfit with an embroidered shirt.

“Mom, do I get my own office?”

“You’re mine. I’m adding a desk for you.”

Wen Qingyun arrived at the office and was greeted by Xiao Ran, the Chief Assistant (who used to tutor her).

“Ran-ran Sister! You haven’t aged a bit!” Wen Qingyun hugged her.

Xiao Ran laughed and took her to tour the departments. Wen Qingyun realized her mother wasn’t having her “serve tea”; she was introducing her to the top executives to familiarize them with the future heir.

At the Production Department, Wen Qingyun decided to play a prank. “Hello, I’m the potential corporate image spokesperson here for a tour,” she told the director, Li Yue.

Li Yue was stunned. She recognized Wen Qingyun from her movies. “Teacher Wen, I loved your female warrior role last year!”

“I’m glad! I worked hard for those abs,” Wen Qingyun laughed.

Xiao Ran eventually broke the act. “Director Li, let me introduce you. This is the Chairman’s personal assistant… and the future ‘Little Wen Boss’.”

Li Yue’s eyes widened. The “Little Wen Boss”? She looked at Wen Qingyun’s peach-blossom eyes—they were identical to the Chairman’s!

“Little Wen Boss, I didn’t recognize you!” Li Yue switched to a brilliant smile. “We have a weekly meeting in thirty minutes. Would you like to sit in and give us some instructions?”

“Ah, no thanks! I’m just here to see faces. See you next time!” Wen Qingyun fled. Sitting through a corporate meeting? Absolutely not. Her goal was to inherit the shares and hire a professional manager so she could just collect the checks and have fun.