Transmigrated as the Cannon Fodder Boss of the Disabled Heroine - Chapter 66

A few seconds after happily tossing out her remark, Boss Ji suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The silence stretched uncomfortably. Yu Zhiwan, who had responded earlier with exclamation marks to convey her emotions, didn’t immediately reply, making Boss Ji acutely aware she might have said something inappropriate.

Had Pei Yujiang ruined tonight’s date?

No way?

Boss Ji’s vision darkened. She’d given such obvious hints even if Pei Yujiang had a head made of wood, she should have caught on by now. Surely, they hadn’t ended up arguing during the scripted murder mystery game or encountered some other unexpected trouble!

After an anxious wait, Boss Ji finally heard Yu Zhiwan’s voice but not directed at her. The words, spoken just loud enough to be clearly heard through the phone, were meant for someone nearby:

“You drive.”

Quick-witted Boss Ji immediately understood Pei Yujiang was still present and swiftly changed the subject to cover her earlier comment:

“Oh, no? That’s good then. I’m swamped here with a particularly difficult client.”

Yu Zhiwan wasn’t sure if Pei Yujiang had heard that remark. Her heart tightened as she discreetly glanced at Pei Yujiang, who had put away her phone and was meticulously checking the safety equipment.

This woman approached everything with earnest dedication, displaying an almost old-fashioned thoroughness that younger people might find perplexing. Before every drive, she would carefully inspect seatbelts, vehicle systems, tires, fuel levels, everything. If Yu Zhiwan sat in back, Pei Yujiang would double-check the rear seats; if in front, she’d examine the passenger side with equal care.

Resting her chin in hand, Yu Zhiwan turned on speakerphone once certain it wouldn’t distract Pei Yujiang’s driving:

“What kind of client?”

Boss Ji’s urge to vent immediately took over, and she straightened up at the question:

“Ever seen a celebrity-obsessed fangirl? I’ve encountered plenty, but this is my first time treating one professionally.”

As a psychologist, protecting client confidentiality was professional ethics, but this particular case had proven so challenging that even after multiple sessions, Boss Ji felt helpless. She could only share her frustrations with Yu Zhiwan while carefully omitting identifying details.

Boss Ji explained the client was an Omega obsessed with Fang Nianjing.

The Omega’s home overflowed with Fang Nianjing merchandise. From her first glimpse of the Alpha celebrity, she’d fallen head over heels.

She began tracking Fang Nianjing’s schedule initially just following the official itinerary like any fan, joining airport welcomes where she’d struggle on tiptoe through jostling crowds for the briefest glimpse of her idol.

Airport greetings were exhausting requiring arrival hours early to secure a spot. As a shorter Omega surrounded by taller fans (often Alphas), she could barely see Fang Nianjing’s head bobbing above the sea of people.

Gradually, this ceased to satisfy. The euphoria of seeing her idol clashed with the agony of knowing they could never be together, tormenting her sleepless nights.

Later, she began obtaining Fang Nianjing’s private schedule through special means, becoming a sasaeng fan. This path filled her with both panic and excitement. She was even caught by Fang Nianjing once, but the woman’s private temperament was surprisingly gentle. Softly telling her it was too late and asking her not to come to the hotel, that “indulgent” tone still brought a blissful smile to the Omega’s face when recounting it.

After that incident, the Omega felt some guilt and considered stopping. But during what was supposed to be her final planned stalking, something went wrong.

In Xiangcheng, she saw Fang Nianjing drive into an extremely rundown resettlement housing complex, then hurry into a hidden tenement building deep in the alley.

The moonlight burned the Omega’s eyes hot. With reddened eyes, she calmly took out her camera and captured Fang Nianjing passionately kissing another Omega their lips locked inseparably, Fang Nianjing even slipping her hands under the other Omega’s clothes, completely unlike the reserved, aloof image she projected publicly.

Admittedly, Fang Nianjing wasn’t an idol, but due to how she initially rose to fame, she amassed legions of girlfriend-obsessed fans. Her company had crafted her persona as the “dream Alpha” and “unattainable flower.” The Omega had worried whether Fang Nianjing’s close relationship with Chen Lulu meant they were together, yet even the flirtatious atmosphere of a dating show failed to spark anything between them.

Fans jokingly called Fang Nianjing the “unshakable iron Alpha,” but the dream lover in so many hearts was now entangled with an Omega living in a shabby tenement.

Madam Ji didn’t follow celebrities, but as someone in psychology, she understood this fan’s obsessive tendencies. Combined with the persona Fang Nianjing’s company had built, it was clear they were marketing her in that direction.

A fan holding evidence, even a sasaeng could wreak terrifying havoc by turning against their idol. Fang Nianjing was still in her career’s upward climb, and rising stars, regardless of profession, typically hid relationships until their careers and love lives stabilized before going public.

Fang Nianjing had always claimed to be single in interviews, with countless devoted fans. Now, the sasaeng was plotting to expose the photos, likely damaging her career.

But this had little to do with Madam Ji. She was just in a mood to vent and chat with Yu Zhiwan.

Yu Zhiwan had the call on speaker, so Pei Yujiang heard everything clearly. Recalling the gossip she’d overheard in the company cafeteria, she couldn’t help but think, The entertainment world is truly wild.

So Fang Nianjing had a girlfriend in private and was so passionate? She’d never have guessed.

Once Madam Ji finished ranting, Yu Zhiwan, never one for celebrity gossip, ended the call after a few more words. Madam Ji eagerly asked how her evening had gone, but Yu Zhiwan couldn’t respond easily in the car.

As they stepped out, Pei Yujiang sighed to her:

“Being a star sounds exhausting. Good thing I’m not one.” At least she could date freely.

But then she reconsidered:

“I wonder if Fang Nianjing will choose to go public. It’d be fair to both her fans and her girlfriend not betraying the latter nor deceiving the former. Those who still want to support her can stay, and future fans would know she’s not single, avoiding false expectations.”

Listening to her naive assumptions, Yu Zhiwan remained silent, a mocking smile curling at the corners of her lips.

After getting an early taste of the gossip, it was no surprise when the story broke online a few days later. The entertainment hot search rankings were dominated by the name “Fang Nianjing,” just as she had hoped, blowing up overnight.

The sasaeng fan had created a new account to expose Fang Nianjing, claiming she had a girlfriend while maintaining a single persona to deceive her fans. Fang Nianjing was scheduled to have an offline fan meeting in a few days to promote her new movie. Recently, she and Yao Yishu had officially announced their collaboration, frequently mentioning each other in interviews.

After all, this was Fang Nianjing’s first movie role, a romance film brimming with sexual tension and a solid thematic foundation, aiming for both box office success and critical acclaim.

TV dramas don’t carry the same prestige as film awards, and as an actor, Fang Nianjing naturally wanted to make her mark in cinema. Her agency had placed great emphasis on this movie’s promotion, but the sudden scandal hit like a sledgehammer, leaving her fans completely unprepared.

Unlike idol trainees who rely solely on fan support, Fang Nianjing wasn’t the type whose fans would revolt over her taking on such a role they might feel jealous but would ultimately understand it as part of the job. However, having a girlfriend was an entirely different matter.

Some fans calmly accepted the news and offered their blessings, but most demanded answers, questioning why Fang Nianjing had lied to them. Others dismissed the evidence as unconvincing. The photos, taken in the dark under the shade of trees, were shaky and blurry, the sasaeng’s hands unsteady.

Some refused to believe it was Fang Nianjing, while others speculated it might be a misleading angle. Equally uncertain, Fang Nianjing’s manager called to ask her directly. At the time, Fang Nianjing was reviewing her script, memorizing her lines. When she opened the link her manager sent, her fingers trembled, and the script slipped from her pale fingers, falling onto the cold floor.

Her phone showed several missed calls, two of them from An Yaoyao, the second attempt made over ten minutes after the first.

They rarely left any traces in their messages, but this time, a single typo-ridden text laid bare her panic and unease.

“Can you call me back?”

The shock of the exposure and the fury from her manager’s accusations paled in comparison to the dread she felt upon realizing An Yaoyao’s distress. Fang Nianjing wanted to call back immediately, but her manager rang again before she could.

Gone was the manager’s usual politeness now, her words were sharp and accusatory:

“Why aren’t you answering my calls or texts? When you signed the contract, you swore you were single! Are you actually dating someone? Do I need to recite the terms of your contract back to you since you clearly can’t remember?”

“Fang Nianjing, you crawled out of some backwater slum, and now you think you’re untouchable? If the agency hadn’t signed you, introduced you to directors, where would you be now? Still playing extras, you ungrateful wretch!”

The manager’s furious tirade pierced her ears. Though it was already spring, Fang Nianjing felt an icy chill seep into her bones, as if a bitter wind had invaded every crevice of her body, grinding against her until she trembled uncontrollably.

Fearing that the artist might face offline anti-fan attacks, the fan meeting was temporarily postponed by the company, seemingly further confirming this secret romance. Fang Nianjing’s personal supertopic became chaotic the moment the news broke, and the company’s indirect response only heightened the tension.

With great effort, Fang Nianjing finally mustered the strength to take a deep breath. Hands trembling, she deleted the message sent by An Yaoyao. Her voice was tight in a way she didn’t even notice as she mechanically replied to her manager:

“No relationship. File a lawsuit, treat it as angle manipulation and defamation.”

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