Helping My Ex-Wife Find Love Every Day - Chapter 11

Yao Xiangyi ordered the driver to speed up, rushing to the company in a frenzy.

The cultural and entertainment industry has been developing rapidly in recent years. Jinghong Group, which has a wide range of interests, established Jinghong Entertainment as early as ten years ago, but its performance was always mediocre until it caught Yao Xiangyi’s eye.

At that time, Yao Xiangyi hadn’t even graduated from college yet. She was in her senior year and asked the Old Man to hand over Jinghong Entertainment to her.

It was obvious to anyone that this was for Qiu Qing Shi.

From the moment she was born, the Old Man had groomed her as an heir. It was good that she had her own ideas, so he didn’t interfere too much, letting her go ahead, thinking it would be good practice.

Unexpectedly, Yao Xiangyi truly made the entertainment company flourish. In just six years, it was on par with Tianji Pictures.

Even today, although she has established a firm foothold in Jinghong Group and is in control of its major power, Jinghong Entertainment is still under her direct management.

She stood on the nineteenth floor, watching the Public Relations Department bustling about, too busy to stop. The employees were not surprised by her arrival; whenever Qiu Qing Shi faced a public opinion crisis, she would come here to supervise the work.

Su Ti La was calm and composed, directing things methodically, looking like she owned the world.

The Weibo crash was only temporary. As soon as the page refreshed, the battle recommenced.

The employees acted according to Su Ti La’s instructions: Group One contacted marketing accounts to delete posts, Group Two contacted internet trolls to prevent haters from setting the narrative, and Group Three contacted fans to control the comments.

Su Ti La was sweating profusely. She took off her suit and tossed it aside, revealing a full-sleeve tattoo beneath her thin vest.

Yao Xiangyi felt reassured watching her busy. To avoid disturbing their work, she consciously stepped aside, found a stool, sat down, and started scrolling through Weibo again.

It had to be said that Su Ti La really had skills. Moments ago, Qiu Qing Shi was being abandoned by everyone, but now public opinion was subtly showing signs of turning around.

In this effort, the “Luosifen” (a fandom name) had made a significant contribution.

The fans of a top celebrity had weathered many storms, possessed excellent psychological endurance, strong organizational skills, strict discipline, unified action, and a high level of cooperation.

However, they were quickly suppressed again. This clearly indicated that someone was taking the opportunity to buy online content and articles, trying to ruin Qiu Qing Shi. As for who… Heh, there were simply too many possibilities.

After all, internal strife and a life-or-death struggle are the norm in the entertainment industry. Qiu Qing Shi’s signing as the global ambassador for C-House Jewelry this time must have made many people green with envy, and everyone wanted to seize this opportunity to take her down a peg.

“Go to hell, you wretched haters!”

A familiar voice entered Yao Xiangyi’s ears. She tilted her body, looking past the busy people in front of her, and found… Qin Chun squatting in the corner.

Her brow furrowed briefly. Oh, good, skipping work and hiding here.

She quietly approached from behind. Qin Chun was holding her phone, her two thumbs flying across the screen like bouncing balls. In just a short while, she had edited and sent out a string of text.

[You’re the nouveau riche, your whole family is nouveau riche! Actress Qiu’s father is a famous rural entrepreneur. Stop being a sore loser. Even if she is the daughter of a nouveau riche, she’s still the number one socialite in Hai Shi, and she still married into a wealthy family!!]

After posting, Qin Chun took a deep breath. These hateful losers were truly infuriating.

Early this morning, after seeing Qiu Qing Shi trend, she rushed to the Public Relations Department, not for anything else but for the atmosphere, quietly squatting in the corner and fiercely cursing at the anti-fans.

In just one hour, she was shaking all over and parched from her intense emotional engagement. She stood up, leaning against the wall, and almost bumped into Yao Xiangyi as she turned around.

“CEO… CEO Yao!” Qin Chun was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Yao Xiangyi was tall, towering half a head over her. Her aura was even more sharp, exuding power without anger: “You wander off like this when I’m not at the company?”

Qin Chun quickly explained: “No… absolutely not, CEO Yao, I’m heading back right now.”

She shrunk her neck, tried to slip past Yao Xiangyi, and escape, but was immediately grabbed by the collar and pulled back by Yao Xiangyi.

Qin Chun prayed for Buddha’s protection, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying: “CEO… Yao.”

Yao Xiangyi still wore a serious expression. She took out a pen from her jacket pocket and wrote a Weibo ID and password on Qin Chun’s palm: “Use my burner account to curse.”

Yao Xiangyi: “Remember to include profanity.”

Qin Chun nodded vigorously.

Three minutes later, Qin Chun saw Yao Xiangyi into the elevator, respectfully sending her off to the President’s Office.

Then, she logged into Yao Xiangyi’s burner account.

The account name was—Qiu Qing Shi’s Little Darling.

Qin Chun: Oh my god~ I didn’t realize you were such a tyrant CEO.

Meanwhile, at Tianji Pictures, Bai Meng Zhao was arguing fiercely with Mei Kaixuan.

Bai Meng Zhao had classes this morning. Last night, Mei Kaixuan picked her up from the police station and immediately sent her back to school. She knew a little about Mei Kaixuan’s tactics and guessed he would use the incident of the “paparazzo” hitting her to create publicity and whitewash her image. But she never expected him to dare drag Qiu Qing Shi into it.

Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides: “I told you, I struck first. It has nothing to do with Actress Qiu.”

Mei Kaixuan was famous in the industry; every artist he managed had become popular. This was the first time he encountered a stubborn mule like Bai Meng Zhao. He slammed his hand heavily on the table: “Everything I do is for you. Please understand, this is the entertainment industry, not an ivory tower.”

It was a rare opportunity to latch onto a top celebrity and gain publicity.

In the entertainment industry, which celebrity can become popular without hype, marketing, or piggybacking on others? Who hasn’t borrowed someone else’s fame? Allowing you to piggyback is a sign of respect. If you fall out of favor, even if you beg others, they won’t bother.

“But you shouldn’t use such despicable methods!” Bai Meng Zhao’s face flushed with anger. “Stop what you’re doing right now!”

Mei Kaixuan laughed at her naivety: “Once the pieces are moved, there’s no turning back. Once the game has started, there’s no retreat. Do you think Su Ti La is easy to deal with? She already saw that we were up to something. If we back down now, she will chew you and me up until not even crumbs are left.”

Bai Meng Zhao didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled, a blush appearing on her delicate face: “Fine, I’ll go to Jinghong Entertainment right now and apologize to Su Ti La.”

With that, she ran out.

Mei Kaixuan roared in fury. His short, plump legs churned like wheels. He caught up to Bai Meng Zhao, violently grabbed her arm, and raised his hand, delivering a sharp slap.

The sound was clear and echoed in the hallway.

Passersby were startled. Without saying anything, they lowered their heads and quickened their pace.

“Don’t be so damn ungrateful! If CEO Ji hadn’t asked me to manage you, I wouldn’t even be willing to!”

The “CEO Ji” he mentioned was Ji Ping Han, the boss of Tianji Pictures.

He initially thought Ji Ping Han was interested in Bai Meng Zhao, which was why he was asked to manage this newcomer. But after more than half a year, Ji Ping Han had paid no attention to Bai Meng Zhao, so he no longer had any scruples about her and stopped being polite.

Bai Meng Zhao was stunned by the slap. Her head buzzed, and her scalp was numb and senseless. She simply covered her face, standing there blankly.

Mei Kaixuan continued to curse: “Think more about your half-dead mother! You took on the role of the female lead in a Danmei adaptation for her medical expenses! What are you still afraid of! If you don’t obey, don’t expect to have any more roles, and let your mother die in the hospital!”

After cursing, he pushed Bai Meng Zhao and returned to his office.

Bai Meng Zhao remained silent for a long time. The sunlight streaming through the window stretched her shadow long across the floor.

Her eyes couldn’t stop tearing up, flowing out continuously. She lifted her head, her gaze firm and stubborn.

She took out her phone from her backpack and composed a Weibo post: I mistook Actress Qiu for a paparazzo. I was the one who struck first. I am truly sorry.

These twenty-four characters stirred up a thousand waves.

The haters were stunned. The person involved had clarified; how could they continue hating?

Especially those who had switched to hating, they were completely at a loss. What? We cursed all morning, and it turns out it was Bai Meng Zhao’s fault? Sorry, we’re changing battlefields right now.

The Luosifen fandom was highly elated and began controlling the comments with great swagger.

[Interview time, haters, how does getting slapped in the face feel? It must hurt a lot, right? Can you describe the specific feeling?]

[The person involved has clarified. All the rumor-mongers can go to sleep now.]

[Look how capable you all are; why don’t you fly to the sky? It’s obvious someone bought internet trolls to set the narrative and mess up our sister’s C-House endorsement.]

[Jumping to conclusions, marketing accounts following the trend—you all have no heart.]

[And “switched to hating”? Our sister has 80 million fans. Are we afraid of you? If you want to gossip, be rigorous about it.]

[Since it’s clarified, let’s disperse. @PhoenixChroniclesOfficialBlog, please focus on new works.]

Su Ti La was very surprised. In her ten years as a manager, she had never encountered an oddity like Bai Meng Zhao. Qiu Qing Shi was such a big star; why wouldn’t she seize the opportunity to gain some publicity?

A reaction this abnormal indicated something was amiss. She quickly called the Head of Public Relations to discuss whether the clarification Weibo was genuine or just a smoke screen.

She had clashed with Mei Kaixuan many times and knew he was a mad dog who would never let go once he bit down.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, an audio recording went viral online.

It was recorded by Mei Kaixuan in the police station parking lot last night and was carefully edited in post-production.

The first voice to appear was Mei Kaixuan’s, sounding extremely humble: “Actress Qiu, I apologize for the fright. My artist is young and inexperienced. She hasn’t seen much of the world and offended you. I apologize to you on her behalf.”

Qiu Qing Shi’s tone was not good, the end of her sentence slightly raised, carrying a hint of sarcasm and disdain: “…Your artist really needs better management…”

Mei Kaixuan: “Yes, yes, you’re right. I will definitely talk to her properly when I get back.”

Qiu Qing Shi: “The entertainment industry is a deep pool. You can’t just act according to your whims and desires…”

Mei Kaixuan: “…It was all a misunderstanding. Let’s shake hands and forget about it.”

After listening to the recording, Su Ti La roared: “That son of a bitch!!!”