Everyone in the Entertainment Industry Thinks I’m a Flirty Diva [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 67

As it turns out, no glamorous photo can defeat a meme. Amidst the laughter, people couldn’t help but vote for the eccentric girl in the bottom-right corner with a uniquely bizarre style in the poll: “Who won the fashion week debut among the rising stars?”

This is just toooooo adorable!

Especially that part in the caption where the editor said Chu Xi refused to let go of her coat no matter how they coaxed her—so vivid! Aaaaaah, I’m dead!

In the poll, Chu Xi’s votes surged far ahead, leaving second-place Xia Qiao in the dust.

Xia Qiao’s fans never expected their assured victory—Qiao’s painstakingly prepared, heavily photoshopped glam shot—to be overtaken by Chu Xi’s windblown mess. They were especially indignant.

How is this fair?

Everyone else brought their A-game with retouched photos. What’s the meaning of this? Are you looking down on us?

Frustrated, Xia Qiao’s fans even rallied the other two losing factions to unite against the common enemy.

[Everyone is in Paris today. Oh, so you’re the only one feeling cold? Does that mean others aren’t? Everyone else can endure it, but you can’t?]

[You’re a celebrity, earning such high paychecks, making a living in this industry, enjoying fans’ adoration—so you should have the awareness befitting a public figure. So many artists film movies or shoot magazines in extreme weather, scorching heat or freezing cold. Some even take hardcore photoshoots in Antarctica. Why is it that when it comes to you, you can’t handle it? Afraid of the cold? Today, Paris is just slightly chilly, and you can’t take it? You even post such photos to fish for sympathy, and your fans think it’s cute? This is clearly a lack of professionalism!]

Xia Qiao’s fans, along with two other fanbases, flooded Weibo’s trending topics with comments accusing Chu Xi of fishing for sympathy and being unprofessional. Of course, Chu Xi’s fans weren’t about to back down and immediately counterattacked.]

[Does the law require posting photos on the first day of Fashion Week? Does the law state that the photos must be retouched?]

[The official Weibo account of Yue Xiu has already clarified—Chu Xi had no scheduled shoot today. How can you accuse her of being unprofessional when there was no work to begin with? Under her coat, she was only wearing a dress with bare legs. Didn’t you see how bundled up her staff were? And she was just attending a show, not walking the runway. She didn’t make a grand spectacle like your idol. This photo was only posted because fans kept asking for it—a candid shot as a gift for them. Yet some bloggers compared this raw photo to your idol’s heavily edited one, and you still got crushed. Is it Chu Xi’s fault for being naturally beautiful?]

The three fanbases teamed up, but despite being outnumbered, Chu Xi’s fans displayed astonishing combat strength. In this one-versus-three battle, they not only held their ground but launched a counteroffensive, leaving Xia Qiao’s fans wailing and fleeing in defeat.

Thus, the “Brick Fans” (Chu Xi’s fandom) became legendary in this battle, emerging as a fearsome force in fan circles.

People used to think they were low-key and easy to push around, but it turns out they were just being polite. Their true power was only revealed today.

In the end, the victorious Brick Fans used Chu Xi’s windblown, disheveled photo as the closing statement for this showdown.

See this? The more pitiful our idol looks freezing in this photo, the fiercer we Brick Fans fight for her!

Onlookers: “………………”

Chu Xi: “………………”

No doubt, these are true fans.

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This year’s Fashion Week was plagued by bad weather. From the first day onward, Paris saw continuous rain and overcast skies, with temperatures dropping daily. However, the gloomy weather had its perks—fashion bloggers delivered many stylish, rain-soaked street-style shots.

Chu Xi’s official Fashion Week photos (non-meme ones) finally surfaced. In her photo with the designer, she appeared poised and elegant. Her street-style shots were even more striking—a white shirt paired with a black women’s blazer, her shoulder-length hair slicked back. Her gaze was slightly sharp as she looked into the camera, her makeup minimal, with almost no eye makeup—just a bold red lip to brighten the entire look.

The street-style photos of her in that suit look went viral again, with fans clutching their hearts in tears—they knew she was gorgeous, but they never expected her to look stunning in every style. Privately, she was youthful and playful; with heavy makeup, she was a siren who could enchant the masses; and now, dressed in a suit, she exuded such domineering energy that even women wanted to marry her, wuwuwuwu.

Chu Xi scrolled through the comments under her Weibo post, filled with cries of fans wanting to marry her, and noticed her new title: “The Reigning Queen of the Sapphic Fandom.”

“………………”

The itinerary was packed in the first few days, but since Chu Xi had never been to Paris before, the schedule for the following days was lighter, giving her time to explore.

After days of rain, the weather finally cleared up. Today’s plan was to visit the Louvre, one of the world’s largest museums, home to an unparalleled collection of art, including Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa and the famous statue Venus de Milo.

A long line of tourists waited in front of Mona Lisa. Chu Xi finally made it to the front and said to the camera held by the Yuexiu magazine editor, “The actual painting is so much smaller than I imagined!”

Since she had free time, she decided to film a travel vlog.

Chu Xi then took a selfie with Mona Lisa using her phone and posted it on her main Weibo account.

Her loyal fans, who had been waiting for her to post a selfie, immediately flooded the comments: [Have fun, Xi Bao!] [You finally posted a selfie—do you know how long we’ve waited, you little devil!]

Chu Xi chuckled at the comments, then hesitated before sending the photo to Gu Mingjing. He knew her schedule was mostly free for sightseeing in the coming days.

Gu Mingjing replied instantly: [Didn’t you already post this on Weibo?]

Chu Xi: [I literally just posted it! You’ve already seen it? Did you set me as a special follow?!]

Gu Mingjing: [What do you think?]

Biting her lip with a smile at the thought of being his special follow, Chu Xi sent him the well-received slicked-back suit photo from the other day: [Then have you seen this one? Tell me, am I dom or not?]

Gu Mingjing seemed to hesitate before replying succinctly: [You’re a sub.]

Chu Xi had been eagerly waiting for his praise, but the words “You’re a sub” hit her like a punch to the gut.

She wondered if Gu Mingjing even understood her joke. What kind of boyfriend deliberately teases his girlfriend like this?!

What a terrible boyfriend!

The most frustrating part was that, in front of Gu Mingjing, she really was a sub.

Ugh.

Just you wait. One day, I, Chu Xi, will be the dom. She clenched her fists and swore silently.

Gu Mingjing: [I’m coming over tomorrow.]

Chu Xi frowned: [?]

[What do you mean? Coming where?]

Gu Mingjing: [Paris.]

Chu Xi was startled and stopped looking at the exhibits, her thumbs flying across her phone screen: [Why are you coming? Don’t tell me it’s just for me!]

Gu Mingjing: [Business. I have a contract to negotiate.]

Chu Xi was skeptical: [Really? That’s such a coincidence?]

Gu Mingjing: [I wasn’t planning to go personally, but since you’re there, I figured I might as well.]

[Oh.] Chu Xi puffed her cheeks. Even if he was coming for her, she was still determined to be the dom.

Fu Bai noticed Chu Xi chatting with someone, her facial expressions constantly shifting. He leaned in and asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” Chu Xi quickly replied, pressing her phone to her chest.

Fu Bai eyed her suspiciously.

As a manager closely tied to his artist, even though Chu Xi kept everything tightly under wraps, he could still pick up on subtle clues.

Lately, during their time in China, she’d often sneak off for private engagements without telling him. Once abroad, she’d frequently beam at her phone, though sometimes she’d also get upset—but her anger seemed more like playful pouting.

Most telling was the occasional pink-bubble aura of a lovestruck girl, a stark contrast to Xiao Yan, another female colleague who’d been perpetually single since birth.

Even if she wasn’t officially dating, there was definitely something brewing with a guy.

Some pig, Fu Bai thought, suddenly feeling like his prized cabbage had been trampled by a wild boar.

It wasn’t that he opposed her dating—it was just bad if it got leaked. He’d have to give her a warning next time.

Besides, back in China, there was still President Gu, who’d been devotedly chasing her as a devoted “boyfriend fan” for so long.

Yet Chu Xi had never shown him even a flicker of interest.

Seeing her now, glowing like a spring-struck maiden, Fu Bai couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Gu Mingjing.

But that sympathy vanished as quickly as it came.

Why should he pity a man who could turn his studio into a poultry farm with just a snap of his fingers?

The Louvre, true to its reputation as the crown jewel of the world’s top four museums, was so vast that Chu Xi’s group couldn’t finish exploring it even by closing time. On their way back, they stumbled upon a famous Chinese hotpot chain—unexpectedly thriving overseas—so they decided to indulge in a meal. By the time they returned to the hotel, night had fully fallen.

At the hotel elevator, Chu Xi crossed paths with Xia Qiao again. Both had just wrapped up their schedules for the day.

Fate had a funny way of bringing rivals together. Coincidentally, they’d both booked rooms at the same hotel in Paris—on the same floor, no less, with nearly identical room numbers: 4001 and 4007. Once, Xia Qiao’s makeup artist had even knocked on the wrong door, nearly starting Chu Xi’s makeup session by mistake.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

For some reason, Xia Qiao didn’t move. Chu Xi, Fu Bai, and Xiao Yan stepped inside.

Xia Qiao remained rooted outside, so her manager stayed back too. Her gaze followed Chu Xi from the lobby all the way into the elevator.

Inside, Chu Xi locked eyes with Xia Qiao.

Xia Qiao’s manager whispered behind her, “Aren’t you going in, Qiaoqiao?”

Xia Qiao fanned the air in front of her face, likely catching a whiff of the hotpot scent lingering on Chu Xi and her companions. “I’m a clean freak,” she declared.

Her face was etched with unmistakable disgust, as if she’d swallowed a fly, making it abundantly clear how revolted she was at the thought of sharing an elevator with Chu Xi—how nauseating it was to breathe the same air. So she refused to enter.

Good riddance. Chu Xi rolled her eyes at her and pressed the elevator’s close button herself.

Seeing Chu Xi’s eye roll, Xia Qiao suddenly had an epiphany. While she had expressed her disgust by refusing to share the elevator, why should this former supporting actress—this lowly maid—get to go ahead of her? Hierarchy dictated that the superior should precede the inferior. If she waited behind, wouldn’t that imply she was beneath Chu Xi?

At this realization, Xia Qiao abruptly lunged forward to dart into the elevator.

Unfortunately, the doors were just about to close.

And so, she got pinched by the shutting elevator doors.

Xia Qiao: “Ow!”

Chu Xi: “………………”