The Movie Queen And Her Rival Just Went Public! - Chapter 70

Chapter 70

OnlyLoveCanBao615: Where is the production team? Where is the studio? Get out here and apologize! Can’t you tell us what’s going on with our sister right now? Don’t play dead. Her schedule is practically back-to-back; not only is she getting criticized for this crappy variety show, but her rest time has been cut, and now she’s injured. You took her money and now you’re hiding out beautifully? That’s not how it works!

StarsBrightLikeCancan: Wuuu wuuu, are there any sisters on the front lines who can give us a leak or tell us what happened at the time? Is her injury serious?

Su Cancan Is My Wife: This is ridiculous. Which bitch hurt my wife? Calling out the production team: you’re using my wife to get ratings but not protecting her properly—don’t blame us for not showing any mercy.

Little Volcano  Spring Notes: Cancan is indeed injured. For specific details, wait for the studio… Photo of the fall Photo by the van

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After posting to her Moments, Su Cancan was too anxious for feedback. Having already experienced the blunder of Liu Yimin’s “like,” she lowered her expectations when a new notification popped up. Finding out it was Shen Luoyan didn’t even make her that excited; with a slight curl of her lips, she calmly switched apps to Weibo.

The high-ranking hot search terms and Shen Luoyan’s tag had already hit number one, with engagement remaining high. Su Cancan hesitated for a few seconds before clicking into her own Super Topic to see her fans’ attitude toward the matter.

The reaction was exactly as expected.

Care, worry, and condemnation.

Su Cancan clicked into the leaked photos taken and uploaded by a fansite master. Zooming in, she couldn’t help but marvel at the rapid pace of technological advancement.

In the photo of her fall, the fine grains of sand clinging to her delicate skin as her butt hit the ground were clearly visible. If the camera had tilted just a few degrees lower, her flushed, perky cheeks would have been seen by everyone.

She swiped left to the next photo.

Not bad. I wasn’t caught on the beach, but I was caught by the van.

What female celebrity wants to showcase her figure like this?

Looking at the reposts, likes, and comments on this Weibo post—in just a few hours, the comment section alone had nearly 50,000 entries, stats almost matching her own official posts. Having been in the industry for years, she knew without being told that this post had already broken out of her Super Topic and onto the public square. With trembling hands, Su Cancan clicked into the comments to face “judgment.”

Little Volcano | Spring Notes: Yellow rumors lewd comments are strictly prohibited in the comments! This was a work injury! Excessive comments will be deleted!

Good heavens, the pinned comment is already this intense.

Su Cancan’s heart grew more apprehensive, her fingers trembling even more violently.

Going Crazy in the Industry: I feel bad for the beauty.

In Deep Water and Fire SZD: Why block our loyal dog Little Shen? Crying. Sisters at the scene said their interaction was so sweet quq.

35-Year-Old Gorgeous Young Widow: My wife’s skin is so good, so white and tender. Look at that beautiful little face covered in tears, look at that tight, slender waist, look at those perky little buttocks… can’t say any more.

Special Commentator: Hehe, my phantom limb is hard, is everyone just not gonna say it?

The Big Pervert is Here, Everyone Move: Starbucks joy. Imagining the rhythmic slapping and arching while hearing moan after moan. Ah, I can’t take it.

This fansite master hadn’t learned the essence of variety show editing—the preview wasn’t as exciting as the “main feature.” The content of the comment section was so graphic it required mosaic blurring, and some even involved Su Cancan’s blind spots of knowledge.

Starbucks?

The one being fantasized about was herself. Though disgusted, upholding a spirit of eager learning, Su Cancan clicked in to learn new “knowledge points.”

Taro Mud Boba My Love: People from the alphabet community (BDSM), please sit down.

Director Liu, Chief Physician of the Psychiatric Hospital: I’ll take this person away first.

River Snail Rice Noodles with Fried Egg Exam Prep Version: Just asking because I don’t know, what does this have to do with Starbucks?

Reply to River Snail Rice Noodles: Wow, you’re quite the student. Look at the context—those two letters from the alphabet community S&M Here’s a free bonus one for you: the other letter is McDonald’s M. Call me a Good Samaritan, no need to thank me.

Suddenly, a shattering sound rang in Su Cancan’s ears, violent and swift.

She blinked, her lips involuntarily parting slightly.

Oh, her world-view had exploded.

Su Cancan felt “dirty,” even if these foul words weren’t said to her face. She was afraid she’d vomit if she kept scrolling, so she quickly exited the comments. She forwarded the post to Liu Yimin, asking her to help contact the poster to delete comments or replace the second image that invited such fantasies.

Liu Yimin was dismissive at first, until she scrolled to the same comment and got a coat of goosebumps. She immediately used the studio account to contact the fansite master.

Coincidentally, Shen Luoyan’s team sent over their copy. She posted it all together, adding a call for everyone to consume gossip rationally—reminding them the internet is not a lawless place and that legal action would be taken against malicious comments.

At this point, it seemed everything had settled.

But everyone knew deep down there were still problems that needed timely solutions.

The orange-red sunset only tinted a single cloud nearby, soon to be swallowed by the twilight. The salted-egg-yolk sun gradually dipped westward, now showing only half its head while the other half hid below the horizon, as if longing for the earth but forced to part.

The van sped along the coast; the hotel was already visible through the window.

“Please drop us off at Sland. We’ll head back after dinner.”

Shen Luoyan, who had been silent in the back for a long time, suddenly spoke. Receiving the instruction, the driver, Xiao Wu, took a moment to react before slowing down.

“Okay.” With that, he used voice control to open the navigation.

Shen Luoyan pinched the bridge of her nose. “No need for GPS. The restaurant is on the right. Just keep going and you’ll see it.”

“Got it.”

The process was sudden. By the time Su Cancan processed what Shen Luoyan had said, the van had already passed the hotel and was slowing down to turn right into the restaurant parking lot.

Seeing the large, cursive “S” on the sign, Su Cancan associated it with Starbucks, and her stomach churned.

“Is this the only restaurant?”

“Are there no other choices?”

Xiao Wu had already parked. He was about to turn off the engine with the key in his hand, but seeing the boss’s objection, he pulled his hand back.

Shen Luoyan’s voice was calm. “You don’t like it? Then wait a few minutes for me, I’ll have someone book another one.”

The car was so quiet one could only hear the electronic clicking of Shen Luoyan’s typing. Within two minutes, she spoke again.

“There’s another restaurant ahead called Snow, not far from here. It’s Korean. Most of the places by the sea are seafood, so if…”

Su Cancan stared at the ceiling in silence, leaving two invisible trails of tears.

Good Heavens. It wasn’t that she didn’t like seafood—she loved it.

It was just… just that the “Starbucks” impact was too great; she hadn’t recovered yet.

“Teacher Shen.” Su Cancan bit her lower lip. Realizing Shen Luoyan’s initials also started with an S, her face turned two shades paler in self-abandonment. “Let’s just eat here. I’m not picky.”

Xiao Wu turned on the dome light. Shen Luoyan could clearly see Su Cancan’s expression. Though her mouth said it was fine, her face clearly bore a sense of heroic martyrdom.

“It’s okay.”

“We can change it again, until we find a place you like.”

Liu Yimin’s eyelid twitched. She had an illusion—was this a “ship-worthy” moment?

Su Cancan waved her hand and made a move to open the door.

Shen Luoyan ultimately didn’t want to force her; she wanted Cancan to be able to do as she pleased when they were together, or at least control what she ate. In her urgency, she reached out to pull Su Cancan, but because Cancan was turning, she only caught her sleeve.

Su Cancan looked back at the pale, slender hand near her wrist. “Shen… Teacher Shen.” She still harbored a resistance to the letter S.

“It’s nothing.” Shen Luoyan’s fingertips felt as if they had touched fire; she let go instantly.

“If you don’t want to eat here, don’t force it. We can reschedule or go elsewhere.”

“No, it’s just that I’ve been in the car too long and I’m feeling suffocated. Let’s just eat here.”

Su Cancan didn’t mind Shen Luoyan letting go. She was tired and hungry. To fill her stomach, she’d just keep her head down and avoid looking at the sign when getting out.

To Shen Luoyan, this explanation seemed forced.

“Okay.”

She accepted the “forced” excuse.

Xiao Wu opened the door, and Su Cancan was the first to hop out. She intended to take a deep breath of air to back up her excuse, but as her feet hit the ground, she pulled a muscle in her thigh. When she went to rub it, she hit her butt, resulting in another hiss of pain.

“Call Cancan if you need anything. Better to eat quickly and watch out for paparazzi.”

Shen Luoyan’s knee was injured, so her movements were slow. When Liu Yimin spoke, she had just stood up, remaining in a hunched position inside the van.

“Come with us.”

What kind of sense did it make for a manager to tag along when artists were meeting for dinner? Liu Yimin declined: “No, no need.”

Shen Luoyan had doubts and invited her again: “Come on, the restaurant is booked out. It’ll be livelier with two more people.”

“Fine.” Liu Yimin couldn’t refuse again. She unbuckled her seatbelt and gestured for Xiao Wu to follow.

The whole group got out. Su Cancan followed her own plan and entered the restaurant with her head down. Once inside, a server greeted them and led them to two adjacent tables.

Su Cancan handed the heavy task of ordering to Shen Luoyan and got up to go to the restroom. Shen Luoyan asked for the menu and dismissed the server, leaving Xiao Wu and Liu Yimin staring at each other.

“Teacher Shen, order whatever you want. I eat everything.”

After a while, when no one spoke, Xiao Wu chimed in cheerfully.

“Should I just order for myself?”

No one responded. Xiao Wu sensed the awkwardness and said with a sheepish grin:

Still no response. Xiao Wu’s job requirement was to listen less and talk less. He wasn’t perceptive enough to know someone’s intent from a single look or gesture. He tried a leading question:

“How about… I go out for a smoke?”

Xiao Wu spent most of the year in the car and didn’t get much sun, so his skin was very pale. His round, ink-black eyes darted between Liu Yimin and Shen Luoyan, creating a full sense of comedy.

Liu Yimin: “Go ahead.”

Shen Luoyan: “Find a smoking area. I remember one part is non-smoking.”

So their silent treatment was just to get rid of him? Xiao Wu scratched his head and walked away with a wronged expression.

With the room cleared, only two people remained, sitting at adjacent tables across the aisle. Shen Luoyan fell silent for a long time after learning the reason for Su Cancan’s discomfort. Not long after, Su Cancan reappeared in their sight, and only then did Shen Luoyan adjust her expression and call the server to order.

The love for seafood from an inland person who has yearned for the ocean since childhood is hard to imagine. Su Cancan enjoyed a feast. When leaving, she pulled her jacket over her stomach to prevent paparazzi from taking photos and claiming she was pregnant.

The restaurant was only a three-minute drive from the hotel. After gorging himself, Xiao Wu tossed his slight grievance aside and steadily drove them back. Liu Yimin, here under the guise of a business trip with expenses covered, upheld the principle of enjoying herself on someone else’s dime and had booked rooms for herself and Xiao Wu at this five-star hotel.

The four of them took the elevator up together. The standard rooms were on a lower floor.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Just as Liu Yimin stepped out to find her room, and as the doors were about to close again, Su Cancan called her back.

“Come up with me.”

Liu Yimin and Shen Luoyan were both puzzled.

“My grandparents are here.”

Su Cancan stood straight and rubbed her temples.

“They said they’re currently communicating with the production team.”

Switching from a relaxed posture to a “battle-ready” state took only one second.

Shen Luoyan watched as Liu Yimin straightened her back and tensed her nerves before Su Cancan’s words even hit the floor.

“You said the Old Master is here?” Liu Yimin stood bolt upright, her voice trembling slightly.

Shen Luoyan was baffled. She saw Su Cancan nod, after which Liu Yimin looked up at the ceiling. The dome light in the elevator was clearly a warm, gentle light, yet Shen Luoyan saw a flash of tears in the corner of her eye.

Were Su Cancan’s grandparents really that terrifying?

“Come in quickly. They’re all there, I can’t handle it alone.”

Su Cancan kept holding the elevator button. Afraid of inconveniencing other guests, she couldn’t help but urge her.

“Can I not go?” Liu Yimin swallowed hard, her voice dry. Her next sentence was even more desperate: “What storm hasn’t ‘Sister Su’ seen? You can handle it yourself, right?”

The word “right” went up in pitch, carrying a heavy sense of testing the waters and hesitation.

Anyone else present would have thought she was about to go to her glorious death.

Coincidentally, there was someone else: Shen Luoyan.

“Sister Su, my foot.”

Su Cancan lost her patience. She reached out and pulled the rigid Liu Yimin into the elevator, then closed the doors with lightning speed, trapping her with nowhere to run.

The movement was fluid and domineering.

“Manager. My manager.”

Su Cancan crossed her arms and backed Liu Yimin into a corner of the elevator, though her hands being wrapped in gauze added a touch of humor to the scene.

She wrinkled her nose: “What project haven’t you negotiated? If you keep this up, how can I feel safe renewing my contract, or let you sign other artists after I go independent!”

A faint chuckle suddenly came from the other side of the elevator. Following the sound, Su Cancan remembered there was a third person in the car.

“I didn’t hear a thing.” Shen Luoyan held up three fingers. “We’re here.”

Su Cancan wasn’t afraid of her talking. After all, it wasn’t worth it, and they had a “rivals” persona in public—no one would believe it anyway.

Ding. The elevator doors opened, and Su Cancan stepped out first.

She was thinking of how to handle her grandparents and the production team, not noticing Liu Yimin sliding up to her side to whisper.

“Are you really not afraid?”

As she spoke, her eyes involuntarily drifted to the side. Just as Su Cancan was about to argue back, she saw Shen Luoyan also start to shrink back.

Production team “unspoken rules,” Shen Luoyan, an injury.

With these three things together, wouldn’t the universe explode?