Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Being Extremely Cautious and Sly
Qingyue’s water army seized the opportunity. Seeing Sang Ning’s latest repost on Weibo, they flocked to the comments section to insult her.
[You’re the real ancestor of the production team, huh? Look at the mentors—they’re all bowing down to you, scared to offend this big Buddha.]
[Sang, you Bitch, did someone hit your sore spot and now you’re hopping mad? Qingyue was just casually sharing some personal thoughts, and here you are, clinging onto it for dear life.]
[Poor Qingyue, not as skilled at sucking up as you are. Didn’t you suck up to Shen Yi and Wen Jiu until they’re wrapped around your finger?]
Seeing the sea of hateful comments in the comment section, Sang Ning chuckled.
The barefooted aren’t afraid of those wearing shoes. She didn’t care about going berserk online and exposing everything.
Sang Ning edited another Weibo post.
Moodily Sang: Qingyue, you know the truth yourself—are you really insisting that I spill it all before you’ll let this go? @Qingyue
Sang Ning called them out directly, tagging them by name. The crowd of onlookers suddenly calmed down.
If she didn’t have solid evidence, Sang Ning wouldn’t dare to be this bold.
[There are too many twists and turns in the entertainment industry. I’ll stay neutral and wait for more drama.]
[What’s the truth? Hurry up and tell us! Can you stop being so cryptic?]
[Am I the only one who thinks Sang Ning’s words sound like a threat to Qingyue?]
[I agree. Her tone implies she’s telling Qingyue to shut up. If that’s the case, Qingyue is really pitiful, forced to stay silent under Sang Ning’s pressure. Then, it’s easy for netizens to follow Sang Ning’s narrative and assume Qingyue’s the one stirring up trouble.]
Seeing Sang Ning post two consecutive Weibo updates, with each one aimed squarely at her, Qingyue suddenly felt uneasy.
Everyone’s in the same industry, yet Sang Ning dared to tear off the mask and confront her directly.
The controversial trending topics from a few days ago didn’t just target Sang Ning. Even Shen Yi and Wen Jiu were involved, but none of them dared to go head-to-head with Qingyue on Weibo—they were still cautious.
Qingyue didn’t dare to act rashly anymore, afraid that one wrong reply might set off Sang Ning’s nerves.
Left with no choice, she went to Duan Wenhui for help.
Qingyue arrived at Duan Wenhui’s upscale residence and, as always, attentively massaged Duan Wenhui’s entire body.
Duan Wenhui lay on the bed wearing a facial mask while Qingyue knelt at the bedside, lowering his head as he meticulously relaxed her muscles.
Qingyue had always been obedient and well-behaved, a trait Duan Wenhui appreciated.
But today, from the pressure Qingyue applied during the massage, she sensed an even stronger attempt to curry favor.
"What’s the matter now?" Duan Wenhui asked lazily, her eyes closed in satisfaction.
Qingyue moved to the other side of the bed, kneeling again, pretending to be casual: "What could possibly happen, Sister Wen Hui?"
In truth, Qingyue felt guilty. Everything he orchestrated online today, including the black trending topics he intentionally created a few days ago—none of this had been run by Duan Wenhui beforehand.
He was merely using Duan Wenhui’s pampering to exercise authority and get others to do his bidding.
"Xiao Yue." Duan Wenhui called Qingyue, her voice carrying a hint of gravity.
Qingyue’s breath hitched as a wave of nervousness rose within him.
At that moment, Duan Wenhui suddenly opened her eyes. "Spit it out. I don’t like boys who lie."
Panic flickered through Qingyue’s eyes. Duan Wenhui’s piercing gaze seemed capable of exposing all falsehoods.
"Well... Well, I bought a few black trending topics targeting other artists online. One of the artists wasn’t happy and wants to post on Weibo, exposing me for having connections." Qingyue stammered.
Suddenly, Duan Wenhui peeled off her facial mask. Qingyue quickly reached out to take it, his tact showing.
"Then tell that artist to keep their mouth shut about things better left unsaid." Duan Wenhui replied coldly, her expression devoid of emotion.
In their circle of wealthy women, supporting pretty young men wasn’t seen as a big deal. But that didn’t mean Duan Wenhui was willing to have her affairs publicized, providing fodder for gossip among netizens.
Qingyue, who had been quite tense, sighed in relief when Duan Wenhui didn’t appear angry with him.
"But... This artist is a troublemaker, fearless of heaven or earth. I worry even Wen Hui herself might not be able to keep them in check. Sister Wen Hui, maybe we should let this go?"
Qingyue pretended to be considerate while actually stirring the pot.
"Heh." Duan Wenhui scoffed disdainfully. "I have Hai Chuan backing me. If I can’t handle a mere minor celebrity, what have I been working for all these years?"
She got up and grabbed Qingyue’s chin. "What’s that artist’s name? I’ll have my secretary deal with them."
"Sister Wen Hui, it’s Sang Ning." Qingyue’s ears reddened, and he lowered his head slightly.
Duan Wenhui loved seeing Qingyue’s innocent, bashful demeanor. Whether or not he was deliberately putting on an act didn’t matter—it worked on her.
"Since I’m taking care of this for you, how do you plan to reward me?" Duan Wenhui’s hand slid under Qingyue’s shirt, her fingers tracing his chest.
Qingyue flipped over, pressing Duan Wenhui beneath him, and lightly pecked her cheek. "Of course, I’ll give you my all."
...
Qingyue still hadn’t responded publicly, leaving Sang Ning as the lone participant in a fiery clash against the haters on Weibo.
"Coward!" Sang Ning muttered in frustration, tossing her phone aside before blurting out the insult.
Ever since getting into the car, Sang Ning had been glued to her phone, silent the entire time.
Finally, she spoke, but it was only to curse—Li Juezhou almost thought the insult was directed at him.
"Sangsang, what’s wrong? I don’t think I’ve done anything to upset you today." Li Juezhou reflected aloud.
Sang Ning didn’t want her negative mood to spread to those around her, so she reined herself in, speaking more gently.
"Nothing really. It’s just that the black trending topics from a few days ago are back again, and I’ve been exchanging blows with the haters."
Li Juezhou sighed in relief, glad her words weren’t aimed at him.
He was truly afraid of Sang Ning getting angry—when she did, it felt like the world was ending.
"Sangsang, who’s attacking you? I’ll help you roast them. I’ve practiced enough to become a level-10 keyboard warrior. My secret Weibo accounts are everywhere."
Li Juezhou said this with an oddly proud tone, earning a twitch from Sang Ning’s mouth—being a keyboard warrior wasn’t exactly something to boast about, was it?
"No need. Let me handle the insults. Don’t ruin your face over this." Sang Ning genuinely meant this.
Li Juezhou’s face obviously belonged to a high-caliber elite, and the term "keyboard warrior" was a complete mismatch.
"You won’t let me do anything, and now I feel like a total waste. Fine then—how about I give you a kiss for motivation?"
Li Juezhou leaned in as he spoke, but Sang Ning quickly raised a hand to block him.
What a clever guy, using such a pretentious excuse just to steal a kiss!
Right then, her phone rang. Sang Ning hurried to pick up the call, while Li Juezhou finally returned to his serious demeanor.