Chapter 315: Chapter 315: You’ve Been Exposed, Good Luck
As soon as Sang Ning finished her sentence, a face wearing a New Year’s painting doll headgear suddenly zoomed in close to the camera.
The headgear was oversized, with the doll squinting its eyes and grinning widely in joy. Its sudden appearance was indeed startling—Sang Ning almost blurted out, "Holy crap!" Thankfully, her celebrity instincts kept her from doing so.
"This little fan, why don’t you say hello to everyone?" Sang Ning forced out a stiff smile.
The New Year’s painting doll didn’t respond but instead cheerfully shook its head at Sang Ning before tossing its hands forward. Out of nowhere, a long red silk ribbon emerged from its grasp.
As the background music grew louder, the doll began swaying its hips in time with the festive rhythm, creating an absurdly jubilant scene—like it was Lunar New Year all over again.
"I’m here to liven things up with a dance for Sang Ning~!"
"I’m here to liven things up with a dance for Sang Ning~!"
A parrot hung on the windowsill in the doll’s home. As the New Year’s painting doll danced, the parrot provided comically rude commentary from the sidelines.
"Little fan, I get that you’re super excited, but could you please—please—say hi to the audience first?" Sang Ning shouted toward the doll, but they were fully immersed in their dancing universe, completely ignoring her.
"Little fan—"
"Little fa—"
"Forget it, as long as you’re happy."
Sang Ning sighed and rubbed her forehead, completely surrendering.
[Is this a case of fans mimicking their idols? Why do I feel like Sang Ning’s followers seem a bit... off in the head too?]
[Sorry, celebrity behavior isn’t representative of their fan base.]
[Excuse me, fans aren’t a monolith, okay? Extroverted fans’ antics should never be attributed to introverted fans.]
[Wait, I think I’ve seen this extroverted fan’s parrot somewhere before. It looks a lot like Wen Jiu’s parrot.]
[A parrot’s just a parrot, how could you possibly recognize one?]
[Wen Jiu posted about it on Weibo before! I remember noticing her birdcage was really unusual, so I stared at it for a while. This parrot’s cage is exactly the same as Wen Jiu’s—right down to the worn spots!]
This comment caught Sang Ning’s attention. She rested her chin on her hand, carefully observing the New Year’s painting doll happily dancing on the screen.
The height, the figure—it all looked identical to Wen Jiu.
Sang Ning: "..."
"Wen Jiu!" Sang Ning suddenly yelled into the camera, her voice sharp.
The Doll froze mid-ribbon twirl, hands jerking in shock.
Sang Ning squinted her eyes slightly. Gotcha—there was no doubt about it. That had to be Wen Jiu.
"Wen Jiu, is it you?" Sang Ning asked again, but the Doll stayed silent.
"Stop playing around, Wen Jiu. If you’ve got the nerve to embarrass yourself in my livestream, then own up to it!" Sang Ning teased, laughing.
Still, no response—the Doll began frantically rushing toward the camera, seemingly trying to turn it off.
[Oh my god, it really might be Wen Jiu!]
[No way. Wen Jiu’s face doesn’t give off the vibe of someone who’d pull something like this.]
[Lord help us—anyone involved with Sang Ning, be it fans or friends, seems to end up behaving irrationally.]
Panic leads to chaos. As Wen Jiu bent over to turn off the camera, the New Year’s painting doll headgear accidentally slipped off.
Disaster!
Wen Jiu’s breath momentarily halted—if anyone saw her like this, her embarrassment would be off the charts.
Luckily, the second the headgear fell off, she managed to hit the button to end the livestream.
"Ugh, I’m exhausted—so done with this nonsense. Never again." Wen Jiu picked up the headgear off the floor, still shaken.
She already knew from Shen Fang that the thugs who bullied her before had been acting on Qingyue’s orders, but solid evidence was impossible to extract directly from them, leaving Qingyue temporarily untouchable.
Now, Qingyue was attempting to ruin Sang Ning through online gossip—but instead, stumbled and unintentionally boosted Sang Ning’s fanbase. How could she not feel a sense of schadenfreude?
Wen Jiu was convinced she’d hidden her identity well, but some bored netizens managed to capture a blurry screenshot of the moment her headgear fell off. Through meticulous comparison, they confirmed it was indeed her.
Netizens posted their analysis in the comments section while ruthlessly mocking Wen Jiu.
[I swear I’m dying from laughter at Wen Jiu’s "brilliant" move. If only she’d confidently finished her dance and calmly logged off, people might’ve just casually debated it without digging deeper.]
[Wen Jiu: I disguised myself perfectly, but lost the battle to a parrot. Time to make some bird soup tonight.]
[Alright, I’m officially declaring Wen Jiu as having replaced Qingyue as the most scandal-ridden artist right now. Her public image is in tatters, and I can’t see her face without thinking of "dimwit."]
"Shh—" Sang Ning pressed a finger to her lips. "This is my livestream. Everyone, let’s show some decorum and not talk about other entertainers here. Let’s pretend none of this ever happened, okay? All forgotten."
[What’s this, Sister Ning? Are you covering for the dimwit Jiu now?]
"I’m very territorial. Mention another artist’s name, and I’ll revoke your fan membership." Sang Ning pretended to be fierce, but the fans didn’t buy it.
[Got it, got it, we all understand—you’re just trying to help Wen Jiu. Stop explaining.]
[Wow, mutual catastrophic hilarity is always the best dynamic! So shippable.]
Sang Ning sighed: "Shipping everything only ruins you people."
[LOL, don’t worry, Sister Ning. We promise to keep today’s incident under wraps. We won’t discuss it on Weibo. Pinky swear!]
[Sis, hurry up and connect to the next streamer already. I’m dying to see which crazy character will pop up next—maybe Wolong or Feng Chu.]
Sang Ning silently sent Wen Jiu a mental "Amen"—she knew without a doubt that today’s trending hashtags would include Wen Jiu.
[Friend, you’ve been exposed—good luck!] Sang Ning sent Wen Jiu a discreet message, then proceeded to connect with the next online guest.
Wen Jiu thought she’d pulled off a flawless disguise. But the moment she saw Sang Ning’s text, she wilted like a frost-stricken plant.
She opened Weibo only to find netizens had already captured and magnified the image of her headgear slipping off—complete with side-by-side comparisons.
Though the screenshot was fuzzy, Wen Jiu’s heart skipped a beat. Dumb internet sleuths! Did her incredibly distinct neck mole really have to stand out so much?
[That’s not me! How could that possibly be me? I’m so cool and aloof—I’d never stoop to something so childish!] Wen Jiu reposted the comparison image with a caption denying it, then promptly uninstalled Weibo. Out of sight, out of mind.
If there wasn’t any high-resolution proof, denial would always be her best weapon.
Moments after Wen Jiu posted her denial, her comment section instantly flooded with trolling netizens.
[It’s fine—everyone’s allowed their quirks. Dimwit Jiu has a thing for cosplaying New Year’s painting dolls, and we vow to keep it secret.]
[I’ll vouch for Dimwit Jiu. This is definitely not her—this is just a dimwit wearing a Wen Jiu mask. Don’t be fooled, people.]