Drink This Bowl Of Dog Blood! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

The next day at the hospital.

Grandma Song lay in her hospital bed, clutching her phone and stifling a giggle so hard her eyes curved into crescents. Song Yanxing walked into the ward carrying a hot water thermos. He tucked it under the nightstand and looked helplessly at the elderly woman, who seemed utterly delighted and showed no signs of illness.

“Are you not afraid of pulling your stitches?” he asked, curious. “What are you looking at?”

Grandma Song looked up at her grandson, then quickly back at her phone, answering irrelevantly, “I am fine. Do you not have work? Hurry up and get back to it. Do not worry about me.”

“Driving me away so soon?” Song Yanxing furrowed his brow, feigning a hurt expression.

Of course she was! If her grandson did not go back to record the show, how could she continue shipping them? Grandma Song thought secretly.

Song Yanxing walked to the window, pulling the curtains to let the sunlight stream in before sitting on the chair beside the bed. Seeing that he would not budge, Grandma Song persisted, “Why are you not leaving? I have a caregiver; I do not need you here.”

“You have been watching that variety show, have you not?” Song Yanxing said calmly, resting his chin on his hand.

Caught in the act, Grandma Song felt flustered and confessed sheepishly, “So what if I have? You did not even tell me about it. I only found out because my best friend told me!”

Song Yanxing was stuck between laughter and tears at being scolded by his own grandmother. “Why would I need to notify you?”

Grandma Song replied righteously, “Because Qiuyi is there! I am not watching for you.” Her eyes crinkled with joy again. “And you two even have interactions!”

“So, the moment you woke up from surgery, you demanded your phone just so you could ship our couple?” Song Yanxing hit the nail on the head.

Grandma Song smoothed her hair, her eyes darting around everywhere but at him. After a while, she or whispered, “I am not the only one shipping you. It is even more exciting on Weibo! All sorts of…” Realizing she was revealing too much, she guiltily went silent.

“You even know about Weibo? How trendy,” Song Yanxing noted, rubbing his forehead.

Seeing he was not upset, Grandma Song straightened her back and giggled. “My friend told me about that too.” She looked at her grandson, fidgeting with her fingers. “You and Qiuyi…”

“Mhm.” Song Yanxing’s expression softened, the corners of his mouth lifting gently.

Grandma Song’s eyes widened, and she nearly jumped out of bed. “What does ‘Mhm’ mean?!”

“It is exactly what you think.”

“Then my ship is real! Hahaha! I am the first to know!” Grandma Song was more excited than the person involved. Within moments, she was shooing him out again. “Then get back to the recording! I do not need you here! You have to stay alert, you know? You have love rivals!”

“Look at these comments: ‘I really feel the powerful CEO and the cold pianist are such a match!’ and ‘Even though Xing-Yi is popular, I am shipping CEO X Pianist.’ It makes me anxious just reading them!” Grandma Song shoved her phone almost directly into Song Yanxing’s face.

Song Yanxing felt even more helpless at his grandmother’s indignation and was eventually grumbled out of the room by her. After standing at the door for a few seconds, he adjusted his mask and walked away.

On the other side.

Tan Qiuyi finished packing his luggage and dragged it downstairs. He stood in the living room, taking a few sips of water.

Cheng Siyou, who came down shortly after, saw him and asked with concern, “Are you feeling better?”

Tan Qiuyi smiled. “Much better, thank you.”

Cheng Siyou walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and remarked casually, “That is good. I saw Zuo Yi looking for you with medicine last night. What a thoughtful, good man.”

Tan Qiuyi froze for a moment. He had not seen Zuo Yi at all last night. He gave a non-committal “Mhm” and remained silent.

Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs. It was Zuo Yi. Cheng Siyou’s eyes darted between the two, thinking to himself that speaking of the devil truly brought the devil. “I will head out first then; the car is almost here,” Cheng Siyou said, pointing toward the door.

Only the two of them remained in the living room, falling into a brief silence. Zuo Yi knew it was not the time for a deep talk, so he spoke first. “Let us go out too. The car should be here.”

“Mhm,” Tan Qiuyi replied, his fingers twitching slightly.

The guests boarded their cars and headed for the airport, bound for the next travel destination. Meanwhile, a storm was quietly brewing online.

A major Weibo influencer dropped a bombshell, claiming that the actor with the surname S had acted like a diva on set years ago and insulted his seniors, attaching a blurry video as proof.

“Whoa, is this solid proof? Surname S… even I, who does not follow the industry, know who that is. He is so popular lately because of that show.”

“Diva behavior? Did he not set up a ‘refined and gentle’ persona? It collapsed so fast.”

“LOL, the comeback was in the morning, the house collapsed by night.”

“Seriously, S’s expression in the video is so arrogant. He looks like he is really yelling at that senior.”

Within half an hour, the post surged to the hot search rankings. Countless marketing accounts followed suit, leaking more scandals.

Claims surfaced that the male star S was only entering a contract marriage for a comeback after being dumped by a sugar daddy; that his visits to a psychological clinic were a calculated move to sell a misery narrative later; and that the dating show was the last resource his sugar daddy had provided him…

Because he had only recently returned, his fan management had not been fully upgraded. Song Yanxing’s fans were temporarily no match for the massive wave of curious netizens and paid trolls.

“Oof, a total collapse.”

“Reasonable to suspect he joined this show just to find a bigger thigh to cling to.” “Agreed. After all, the background of the other person in his popular CP is quite significant…”

While the storm raged, the protagonist, Song Yanxing, was actually crouching on his balcony, carefully tending to his strawberries. He had just set down his watering can when his phone on the nearby table rang urgently.

Song Yanxing wiped his hands and answered. Jiang Wei’s furious voice exploded from the other end.

“Are these marketing accounts insane?! They are amazing at making things up! ‘Diva behavior’? It was clearly that Xu Mingyuan who was ‘dipping’. He had not shown up in a week! He held up the whole crew’s progress and had the nerve to say he was unwell, yet he was filming at another set the whole time!”

“Anyone would lose their temper! Besides, we had an investment in that movie. If the director did not dare scold him, why could we not? These accounts are literally turning black into white. One photo and they make up the rest of the truth.”

“And a sugar daddy? We fought for every bit of this success! I am contacting the studio’s gold-tier legal team right now. We are suing every single one of them for slander!”

Song Yanxing lowered his eyes, not at all surprised. These scandals were developing exactly as they did in the original story. After the original host joined the show, rivals from his past used leaks to try and ruin him. Back then, the original host had no defense. He already suffered from depression, and the stress of the show made him irritable, causing his fans to leave and destroying his public image. Even when Jiang Wei tried to tell the truth later, no one believed them. In the end, he dropped out of the show and met a tragic end in a remote place.

But things were different now.

“Do not act yet,” Song Yanxing said calmly.

“What?” Jiang Wei, who was in the middle of a passionate rant, felt like she had been hit by a bucket of cold water. “Bro, if we do not clarify now, people will take it as a silent admission!”

“Can you guarantee this will not happen again in the future?” Song Yanxing sat on the sofa and asked.

Jiang Wei was stumped. Rivals would always exist, especially since his comeback threatened certain interests. “No one can guarantee that. But you have to fight them as they come!” Hearing his steady breathing, she suddenly calmed down, sensing he had a plan. “Do you have a way?”

Song Yanxing tapped his left hand on the armrest and said word by word, “Slander and framing never stop. Let us play a bigger game.”

The guests of the show only learned about the scandal after landing. While in the car to the guesthouse, they were all buried in their phones.

Tan Qiuyi rarely browsed Weibo; the app was usually just a tool for work. He clicked on the hot searches and read them carefully, his heart sinking. The marketing accounts wrote as if they had been on the scene, making truth and lies hard to distinguish.

Tan Qiuyi remained outwardly calm. He did not even react when he saw comments calling Song Yanxing a thigh-clinger to him. But when he saw the leak about Song Yanxing visiting a psychological clinic, his brow furrowed.

The other leaks seemed absurd to him, but this one made his heart ache. Beyond everything else, he believed in Song Yanxing from the bottom of his heart. The man was not someone who would do those things, let alone use depression to gain sympathy. Looking at the diagnosis slip that clearly stated the patient was diagnosed with depression, Tan Qiuyi truly hoped it was fake.

He thought for a moment and messaged his assistant on WeChat.

Tan Qiuyi: Send me the account details for those alternate accounts you used to help me deal with anti-fans before.

Assistant: ? Bro, what are you using them for?

Tan Qiuyi: Just give them to me.

Tan Qiuyi: Give me all of them.

Only after taking a phone call from his shocked assistant—who thought his account had been hacked—did he successfully get the logins.

Logging into Weibo with an alt, Tan Qiuyi began his journey as a fan-warrior, with Song Yanxing as his protected subject. After operating several accounts to battle trolls and anti-fans, Tan Qiuyi rubbed his aching wrists and neck. This was the only way he could think of to help. He did not use his main account with millions of followers because he had not contacted Song Yanxing to get his consent; he did not want to accidentally make things worse by being helpful.

Tan Qiuyi sighed and leaned his head against the car window. Just then, the message he had sent into the void finally got a response.

Tan Qiuyi: Are you okay?

Song Yanxing: Sorry, I have been a bit busy. Do not worry, I am fine.

Tan Qiuyi’s eyes curved involuntarily, and a weight was lifted from his heart.

Tan Qiuyi: Mhm. Waiting for you to come back.

On the other side, Song Yanxing looked at his phone. His heart skipped a beat as he read the next message.

Tan Qiuyi: I believe in you.