Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Capítulo 612: 390 Intentionally Provoking: You are just a dog by Qi Zeyan’s side.

Online public opinion was ablaze, with some netizens even starting a boycott against celebrities with scandals, calling for You Congrong to be ousted from the entertainment industry. The Tang Family’s fandom had offended quite a few people before, and now they were under collective attack.

However, some fans were still pulling Tang Wan out as a shield, claiming she was deliberately slandering to cleanse her own image for her touring exhibition tomorrow.

This time, not everyone was so easily swayed. Whenever such comments appeared, someone immediately retorted:

“Tang Wan might indeed have infringed rights and be utterly unforgivable, but that doesn’t stop us from boycotting You Congrong!”

At this moment, Tang Wan was sitting in a restaurant with Jiang Jinsang. They had just ordered their meal. She was eating a plate of hawthorn cakes provided by the restaurant with a small fork, “How did You Congrong’s fans get hold of the flight information?”

“There’s always a way. Besides, with the return of such a grandmaster to the country, the media has been reporting on it recently. Some media outlets are even planning to go to the airport for photos and interviews. In short, it wasn’t a secret.”

Dinner hadn’t been served yet, but Tang Wan’s phone had been ringing nonstop. Both the Tang Family and the old lady had called separately. Right now, her phone vibrated again. She glanced at the screen, somewhat helpless, “Really getting bombarded in turns.”

She answered the phone, “Hello—Auntie.”

“Where are you?” Shen Shuci only found out through her colleagues that she had gone to the set to “tear someone apart.”

“I’m at a restaurant with my fifth brother, about to have lunch. What are you doing? It’s a bit noisy around you.”

“I’m out eating.” It was already lunchtime.

“I’ve told you before, don’t always eat at the company cafeteria. Occasionally, you should go out with your colleagues to get a change of food.”

“I know.”

…

Out of the corner of her eye, Tang Wan noticed Jiang Jinsang pushing his plate of hawthorn cakes towards her. She looked up, ready to thank him, only to see a familiar figure walking past the restaurant’s glass window.

She paused for a few seconds, “Auntie, are you still there?”

“Yes.”

“I saw someone who looks a lot like you, but I’m in the city.”

Shen Shuci’s heart trembled violently. She had taken the opportunity to fetch a repaired watch during her lunch break. She glanced around instinctively, quickly darted into a shopping mall.

She was acting like a thief, fearful that Tang Wan might suddenly appear.

“You might have seen wrong.”

“Really? It looked quite similar.” Tang Wan pursed her lips.

Jiang Jinsang, hearing this, also looked outside. With the hustle and bustle, the person who resembled Shen Shuci was nowhere to be seen.

“I think you’ve been too tired lately, a bit blurry-eyed. I’ve already told you, both of you should be careful…” Shen Shuci’s tone was overly calm.

“We haven’t!”

Although younger than herself, insisting on putting on an elder’s air, it made Tang Wan’s insides churn with impatience and anger. The conversation diverted, Tang Wan didn’t bring up the previous matter again, but after Shen Shuci hung up, her heart hammered wildly, her back cold…

**

At this time, on the set of “Feng Que,” because of the previous reporter’s interview and Tang Wan suddenly showing up, tearing into You Congrong, the reporters almost blocked their way to the backstage makeup room, causing considerable delays. Even close to mealtime, lunches weren’t distributed, and the director needed to catch up on today’s schedule as quickly as possible.

Ruan Mengxi, who was originally in charge of this drama, rushed to the set after receiving a call. Although the situation had stabilized, some props had been damaged due to the reporters’ chasing and jostling.

“…Ruan, here’s all the damaged items for you to check,” the staff member handed over the list of damages to her.

Even though she wasn’t the props department head, as the representative of the investors, she had to know where her money was going.

This damage was certainly outside the budget, and Ruan Mengxi needed to tally it clearly.

“I know.”

Ruan Mengxi was about to call Qi Zeyan when she heard an argument nearby, some people trying to mediate, along with sounds of smashing. A crowd had gathered around, and the scene seemed a bit chaotic.