Chapter 322: Revealing Her Identity, Si Fuqing is Yun Lan
Translator: _Min_
Hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyan slowly exhaled and finally revealed a smile.
Soon, Si Fuqing would vanish from the entertainment circle.
Although she had her own scandals, even if they were uncovered, they would cause no significant harm.
The incident with “Youth With You” would be forgotten in a few days.
Lin Qingyan also knew how to play the victim quite well.
All she had to do was shift the blame away from herself.
But Si Fuqing was different.
Si Fuqing’s popularity was based on her so-called “Great Xia Divine Beauty” , which attracted numerous fans.
If her fans found out that Si Fuqing’s face was artificial, would they still adore her?
Of course not.
This time, she had made thorough preparations, leaving no room for failure.
Elsewhere, in a hotel.
Xie Yanqiu sat on the sofa, arms crossed, “Tell me, where did you get the clothes from?”
Xie Yu stood before her, his dance costume from the previous night laid out on the bed.
From a distance, it was hard to tell, but up close, with Xie Yanqiu’s keen eye, it was obvious that this was Lan’s core design, and her favorite style at that.
Xie Yanqiu, usually busy dealing with supernatural events all over the country, had only one hobby – fashion.
Her wardrobe was entirely Lan’s creations, so she was more than familiar with Lan’s design style.
Xie Yu blatantly lied, “The program team gave it to me.”
“The program team?” Xie Yanqiu’s hand slammed on the glass coffee table. “Do you think your mother is a fool? If the program team could give you this, you wouldn’t be struggling with votes.”
“Mom, this isn’t home, don’t break other people’s stuff,” Xie Yu replied nonchalantly. “It really is from the program team. Do you think I bought it?” “You could afford it?” Xie Yanqiu scoffed. “Even I can’t get my hands on it.” Xie Yu was speechless.
“This dance costume is confiscated,” Xie Yanqiu stated coldly, putting it away.
“I’m going to collect it, you can forget about wearing it.”
“Fine,” Xie Yu nodded. “Since you’re keeping it, and it looks quite expensive, how about I trade it for a year without you hitting me?”
Xie Yanqiu ignored him and started browsing Si Fuqing’s fan forum. “I’ll check out Qingqing’s forum.”
Si Fuqing’s speech from yesterday had also impressed her.
An eighteen-year-old girl with such courage was indeed rare.
Xie Yanqiu began contemplating how to kidnap Si Fuqing back.
She glanced at Xie Yu, her gaze filled with disdain.
She was no longer suitable as a daughter-in-law.
She pondered other options.
“Son, what’s this Speed Sports?” Xie Yanqiu frowned. “I saw people in the forum saying Speed Sports wants to harm Qingqing.”
“Hmmm?” Xie Yu narrowed his eyes. “It’s the largest investor in my talent show.”
“The largest?” Xie Yanqiu looked up. “How much money?”
“About one billion.”
“Trash. ”
Xie Yu:
“Speed Sports, let your father buy it out,” Xie Yanqiu ordered. “One billion and they dare to be arrogant here, embarrassing.”
She continued scrolling through the forum, occasionally laughing.
Xie Yu turned his head.
His mother really went crazy.
As he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a “crack”.
He turned to see the glass coffee table shattered under his mother’s hand. Xie Yu sensed something was wrong, “Mom, what did you see?”
“See for yourself.” Xie Yanqiu handed him the phone, both amused and angry. “What’s this new rumor, claiming Qingqing had plastic surgery?”
Xie Yu looked at the phone.
It was a new trending topic, high up on the list.
#SiFuqingPlasticSurgery#
Clicking on it, a marketing account’s post was pinned at the top.
[@CircleInsiderUncle: Take a look at Si Fuqing from two years ago and now.
Isn’t it like changing a head? Lianmei Plastic Surgery Hospital welcomes everyone, anyone can have a divine face.]
The post included three photos.
One was a surgery consent form with Si Fuqing’s signature.
With the debut night’s popularity, this post about Si Fuqing quickly gained a lot of views.
[Who’s this fatty, so ugly.]
[This was Si Fuqing two years ago? Can’t be, kinda gross.]
[Couldn’t she have just lost weight? Why do you think it is plastic surgery, are you blind?]
[Qingqing was sick and took steroids, that’s why she gained weight. What plastic surgery? Trash marketing account, reported.]
[Losing weight doesn’t change your face, clearly two different people. I knew it, such a perfect face had to be made, silicone face.]
Si Fuqing’s fans fought on the front lines against slander, but many trolls and haters flooded the comments, sparking a messy battle.
“Typical entertainment industry smear tactics,” Xie Yu concluded after reading.
“Not a big deal, but someone is definitely playing dirty.”
“Not a big deal?” Xie Yanqiu suppressed the urge to slam the table. “Questioning Qingqing is questioning me. This plastic surgery hospital, no need to buy it out, just bankrupt it.”
Xie Yu:
He felt the need to care for his father.
“I’m going to find Qingqing,” Xie Yanqiu picked up her bag. “Do as you wish.”
“Jeez, I might be adopted,” Xie Yu shrugged, also grabbing his bag to find his father.
The online uproar was unavoidable, and Si Fuqing was well aware of it. She even received a call from Ling Feng, inquiring about the situation.
She wasn’t angry but rather found it amusing, “Which hospital is it claiming such high skills?”
“Miss Si, we’re gathering evidence now,” Ling Feng said, frowning. “You only gained weight for a year due to illness, and we have photos from your childhood. The issue lies with that surgery consent form.”
“Forged signature,” Si Fuqing said nonchalantly. “But it’s a professional job, quite convincing.”
Her weight gain that year wasn’t due to illness but because her luck was severely plundered.
“Yes, we can sue for spreading rumors,” Ling Feng nodded. “You’ve been very tired these past few days, Miss Si. Let us handle this matter fully. I’m also almost done collecting the documents for the contract termination.” “Thanks for your hard work,” Si Fuqing responded.
Ending the call, she turned to Yu Xiheng, “Boss, I need to step out for a bit, won’t be back for lunch.”
“Be careful,” Yu Xiheng said, looking up.
Si Fuqing waved her hand and left.
Yu Xiheng stood up, walked to the window, and answered a call.
The person on the other end was extremely respectful: “Mr. Yu, our team is about to reach Speed Sports’ headquarters. We await your instructions.”
Yu Xiheng replied calmly, “Proceed according to the rules. And deal with that plastic surgery clinic as well.”
The internet was still in chaos.
Even those frequently involved in fan circles knew this was a tactic to suppress Si Fuqing by other artists, but bystanders didn’t care, affecting some neutral fans.
[This is the Great Xia Divine Beauty? Don’t insult these words.]
[I was thinking of becoming a fan, but forget it.]
[She was as fat as a pig, so ugly.]
Lin Qingyan, looking at these comments, felt much better.
The forged signature, crafted by a professional, aligned with the timeline of Si Fuqing’s time abroad, making it hard to trace.
Lin Qingyan finished her coffee and left the café.
Walking, she encountered an elderly man.
The old man had just come out of his house, still putting on his mask.
Lin Qingyan glanced at him casually, not paying much attention.
But after a few steps, she found him familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in recognition.
Wasn’t that the fashion godfather, Gu Wenzhu?!
Gu Wenzhu was known for his quirky temperament, and few people could catch his eye.
Even Glenn’s award-winning actors and actresses showed him utmost respect.
Each piece he designed sparked new international trends.
He was the undisputed number one in the fashion world.
Gu Wenzhu now appeared in the Great Xia Empire?!
Lin Qingyan’s expression lit up with excitement, and she immediately followed him.
Meeting Mel was nothing special for her, but encountering Gu Wenzhu was sheer luck.
If she could become his model and break into Glenn, she might become the next Yun Lan.
Maybe even the God’s Right Hand would come out of retirement to design for her.
Her heart raced as she quickened her pace.
But Gu Wen Zhu’s steps were surprisingly agile for a seventy-year-old.
Lin Qingyan didn’t dare follow too closely.
Finally, at the next corner, Gu Wenzhu stopped.
Lin Qingyan caught her breath, ready to approach.
Then she saw another person in front of Gu Wenzhu.
A girl with a baseball cap, slightly hiding her forehead.
But that flawless face, visible from all angles, belonged to none other than Si Fuqing.
Lin Qingyan frowned.
Did Si Fuqing also recognize Gu Wenzhu?
Caught in the midst of a plastic surgery scandal, yet she dared to walk so openly on the street?
But she had to admit, Si Fuqing’s face was flawless.
If Gu Wenzhu was deceived…
“Mr. Gu, sorry to disturb, but her face—”
Lin Qingyan took a couple of steps forward and was about to speak softly when she heard Gu Wenzhu ask Si Fuqing, “Yun Lan, now that your show has ended, will you attend the Glenn Awards in June?”
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