The Movie Queen And Her Rival Just Went Public! - Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Shen Luoyan’s account posted content about another artist?

The photos attached to the blog posts sent by Su Cancan and Shen Luoyan were identical—they were the photos Shen Luoyan had helped take during their date on Lake Island that day. For any other “business CP” (couple), this wouldn’t be unusual. However, this happened right in the eye of the storm, and Shen Luoyan’s personal Weibo account had never posted anything like this before.

Shen Luoyan’s account had always been used for promoting films, TV shows, or commercial endorsements. Since its registration, netizens and fans alike had tacitly accepted it as her professional account. The fact that the first piece of personal content ever uploaded featured Su Cancan instead of herself caused an immediate explosion of controversy online.

The condemnation from Shen Luoyan’s fans toward Su Cancan, along with wild speculations about her background, flooded the internet like a tidal wave.

Due to the sudden surge in discussion, hashtags like #SuCancanShenLuoyan, #SuCancanPhotographer, and #ShenLuoyanModel rapidly climbed the rankings, quickly occupying the top spots on the trending list.

Given Su Cancan’s personality, doing this much was already her limit. While Liu Yimin and Xiao Ke were scanning data and gauging the public mood, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, dangling a bag of low-fat milk from her mouth while typing.

Su Cancan: I’m so grateful to you this time. If you ever need anything in the future, just ask; if I can do it, I definitely will.

After Viky’s livestream ended, netizen comments were overwhelmingly one-sided. Qian Weiyi called and gave their small three-person team a thorough scolding. In the end, that public relations department made up of “straw bags” (incompetents) didn’t even contact them—they went straight to Shen Luoyan’s team.

Listening to Qian Weiyi’s mouth full of censored words interspersed with a few bits of useful information, Su Cancan didn’t bother talking back. She sat on the sofa with her eyes downcast, legs crossed, wondering if Shen Luoyan had received the instructions from her team while driving back to the “Love Cottage” and whether she would agree to help.

It wasn’t until Qian Weiyi roared that Shen Luoyan had agreed and forced her to post on Weibo that she lazily stood up and walked unhurriedly to the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and found only one bag of milk left in the crisper. Propping herself against the fridge door, she shouted to Xiao Ke in the living room, “Xiao Ke, remember to go to the supermarket tomorrow.”

“Su Cancan!” On the other end of the voice call, Qian Weiyi was furious; judging by the sound, he had smashed something again.

Liu Yimin, the humble worker, gave Su Cancan a look. Carrying her milk back to the living room, Su Cancan curled up on the sofa and made a pinky-in-the-ear gesture to show how fed up she was.

She glanced at the obedient, silent Xiao Ke and curled her lip. “Got it. What should I post? You guys have my account password anyway, can’t you just do it yourselves? Do you really have to trouble yourself to call and tell me such a small thing?”

“Post whatever you’ve shot over the past two days. Treat it as a ‘leak’ to build hype for the show. We agreed with Shen Luoyan’s team to post simultaneously at 8:00 PM. There are only a few minutes left, hurry up.” When Su Cancan’s tongue turned sharp, most people couldn’t handle it. After answering, Qian Weiyi flared up again, then fell silent for a few seconds. “I’m telling you to restrain yourself. Every day you do nothing but cause trouble and provoke people. You think we don’t want to post from your account directly? It’s because Weibo shows the IP address now and we can’t change it. I’m warning you, if you want to keep working, behave. Otherwise, we will take back your account sooner or later.”

Being scolded in front of Liu Yimin and Xiao Ke didn’t make Su Cancan feel shy at all, because she knew they were next. The three exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison. Xiao Ke, who was holding the phone, had a rare moment of rebellion—she pressed the mute button in her own way, letting Qian Weiyi keep venting into the void.

“Sister Cancan, what else do you need besides milk?” Xiao Ke asked, switching to her phone’s memo app.

Su Cancan raised an eyebrow. “Learning to be bad, huh? Daring to ignore the boss?”

“I learned it from you—the upper beam is crooked, so the lower beam follows,” Liu Yimin said, slapping Su Cancan’s leg which was cocked toward the ceiling. She said sternly, “Put your leg down, have some decorum.”

Su Cancan wiggled her waist smugly, bit open the cold milk packet, and sat up straight cross-legged. “Realized you’ve boarded a pirate ship? Too late.”

She edited her Weibo post in her own style and instructed Xiao Ke: “Milk, and buy some fruit.”

As Xiao Ke was recording the list, Su Cancan pushed her phone screen in front of her, signaling her to unmute it.

Qian Weiyi had just reached the part where he called them “ingrates who take money but do no work.” Su Cancan rolled her eyes massively, remembering his many relatives back at the company, and snapped back: “I’m giving you face by taking the call, so stop rambling. Don’t you get a sore throat? How about I send you some Hangzhou specialties later to help you cool down? I’ll post the Weibo. In the future, don’t call while we’re resting. Bye.”

Su Cancan reached over Liu Yimin’s finger and pressed the red button. The dial tone sounded, and the noise level in the house dropped significantly.

“You should still post the Weibo; it won’t hurt,” Liu Yimin said, reporting the foul-mouthed anti-fans one by one.

Su Cancan hummed in response. As the time in the top right corner of her phone jumped to 20:00, she hit the send button.

The page lagged, and she immediately tried to refresh. A new post from her recently followed friend appeared at the very top of the feed.

Looking at the screen, which showed the same photos as hers but with complementary captions, Su Cancan’s heart skipped a beat.

It was too perfect. Shen Luoyan was her photographer; she was Shen Luoyan’s model.

With the two posts lined up together, it almost felt like an official “announcement” of a relationship.

“Do you guys think I saved Shen Luoyan’s life in a past incarnation?” Su Cancan stared at her phone, puzzled.

Liu Yimin knew about the care Shen Luoyan showed her, while Xiao Ke was still only half-aware of the situation. Su Cancan muttered, “I’m just talking nonsense, you guys keep working.” After saying that, she actually took the initiative to send Shen Luoyan a message.

Shen Luoyan: It was no trouble at all.

When she got the reply, Su Cancan’s primary mental reaction was one of pure satisfaction. Shen Luoyan’s special treatment of her made her feel incredibly happy.

“Wow, Teacher Shen even replied to a fan’s comment!”

Su Cancan was pondering how to reply when she heard Xiao Ke’s exclamation. She immediately switched back to Weibo and clicked on the comment section. The reply Shen Luoyan had made was pushed to the top of the comments within seconds.

199th Proposal to Shen Luoyan: Who exactly is forcing you? Ever since you took this variety show, it’s been nothing but trouble. Won’t you really consider quitting and staying far away from that annoying person?

Reply from Shen Luoyan V: No one is forcing me. Joining the variety show and posting on Weibo are my personal choices. I have never thought about quitting this show. My partner is not an ‘annoying person’; she is very sunny, generous, and beautiful. I cherish this opportunity to collaborate, and I like her very much. So, if you support me, please do not hurt her anymore.

Su Cancan was stunned. In the world of fandom, this was essentially a public confrontation with one’s own fans. In this industry, they rely on the audience for their livelihood. What Shen Luoyan did was practically “smashing her own rice bowl” by pushing her fans away.

And yet, the purpose was to protect her.

Some people in the thread were already cursing, but to everyone’s surprise, the “CP fans” of the two arrived in force. They managed to take several top spots, and after an organized effort to “clear the comments,” the nastier content wasn’t as prevalent as expected.

Su Cancan’s gaze drifted, landing on the word in the reply.

Like?

Su Cancan: I saw your reply. Thank you again. When you said ‘like,’ you meant as a partner, right?

It was as if her brain had been hijacked; she sent a bizarre message—a probe she hadn’t even consciously realized she was making.

Shen Luoyan: Yes.

Su Cancan: Haha, thanks! But that’s only natural. I won’t bother you while you’re driving. Drive safely!

The doubt was cleared, yet she didn’t feel as relieved as she had imagined. Su Cancan turned off her phone screen. She set down her half-finished milk, and soon, the sound of running water came from the bedroom.

“Sister Liu, what do we do next?” Xiao Ke asked Liu Yimin, looking toward Su Cancan’s open bedroom door.

Liu Yimin couldn’t keep up with the reporting and didn’t even have time to look up. “We can’t find marketing accounts to release PR pieces right now. Didn’t I buy you those alt accounts? Don’t stop—keep reporting and complaining with me.”

The water in the room suddenly stopped, but Su Cancan didn’t come out of the bathroom for a long time. While scrolling through comments, Xiao Ke noticed a sudden influx of new Weibo posts. She discovered that in the “Celebrity Livestream” rankings, Viky was currently second in popularity, while her boss, Su Cancan, was first.

She clicked in; the livestream had just begun.

“Wait a second, let me adjust the position. It’s a bit foggy, don’t mind it.”

On the screen, Su Cancan was wearing “grandma-style” pajamas, her hair completely tucked into a drying cap. As she spoke, she leaned into the camera to adjust the settings. She wore no makeup, and her fair, translucent skin glowed with a pale pink hue that looked soft enough to break with a touch. Her red lips glistened with water, looking delicate and fresh.

Hundreds of thousands of viewers flooded into the livestream instantly. Her movements, already slow, became a bit laggy. The comments were already being swamped with “clumsy beauty.”

“Oops, this is my first time livestreaming by myself, I’m not very good at the settings. Just bear with it.” She stepped back, showing her upper body, and scratched her head through the drying cap.

Her sudden move caught the fans who were still fighting on the “front lines” off guard. Currently, most viewers were just passersby who had stumbled in. Su Cancan could still keep up with the comments for now, so she replied while doing her skincare routine.

“Why am I livestreaming? Is ‘finishing work early’ a good enough reason?” She covered the bottle as she unscrewed the cap. “Actually, there isn’t really a reason. My scenes haven’t aired in a while, and I haven’t interacted with the friends who like me for a long time. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

She took a bit of cream and applied it to her face. “If you’re asking about the brand… if I recall correctly, I’m not selling anything and I don’t have that little shopping cart icon, so I can’t say. Otherwise, I’ll get a warning. If any friends want to know, I’ll organize it and post a note when I have time.”

“Saying you don’t like me and telling me to end the stream?” She was using a wash-off mask today. After her “fatally beautiful” face was covered, she focused on reading the comments. “Then why don’t you try swiping up or down on your screen? There are too many people who don’t like me; if I only listened to you, I’d be playing favorites, and the others would be unhappy.”

“Su Cancan, do you know the difference between you and the moon? The moon is in the sky, and you… please pause the cheesy pickup lines.”

Liu Yimin watched Su Cancan acting silly in the livestream, her teeth nearly grinding to dust as her expression went from cloudy to dark. After a moment, a long string of “Su Cancan” names mixed with exclamation marks floated across the middle of the livestream.

Su Cancan knew these required a paid recharge, so she hurriedly went to the settings to disable gifts. “Hey, hey, don’t send gifts! We’re all sisters. To be honest, I’m not so short on cash that I need you to send gifts during a livestream to get by.”

After she finished the settings, she suddenly caught sight of the username of the person who sent that last comment. It was the name she had forced Liu Yimin to use when they bought the account: “Big Bad Wolf, Most Handsome in Sheep Village.”

She bit the tip of her tongue and gave a mischievous smile.

Heehee, caught.