As soon as you clicked into the article, it was a barrage of condemnation—every sentence sharp and incisive.
The general meaning was that dramas from earlier years were still watchable, but the current ones were just fooling the audience.
Not to mention the blooper shots, it seemed like a lot of stand-in actors were used too?
In less than half an hour, the article squeezed into the top ten, right next to .
Two articles, different titles, but both talking about the same person.
The extreme contrast in content was so ironic.
Many people clicked in and saw the second article.
Every word cut to the heart, each sentence filled with bloody accusation, written with more genuine emotion than the first.
If the first was full of flowers and brocade, the second was plain and honest, piercing straight to the core, written in a tone of interrogation, overflowing with a sense of oppression.
The Hot Search exploded instantly.
Qi Yuan’s haters came out in force.
Someone commented:
“Finally, a Public Account that tells the truth.”
“These are exactly the things I want to ask Qi Yuan. Are you possessed? Where did you learn your acting? Fooling me to death, using fans to create fake numbers, and if I say it’s not good, your fans just keep whitewashing and whitewashing. If you don’t reflect on yourself, what’s with the three golds—you might as well just call it three trash awards. Just leave the industry!”
The internet was in chaos, but Wen Chu found the writing style of the second article very familiar, and she seemed to have seen the Public Account that posted it before.
A thought flashed across her mind, and she opened WeChat.
Wen Chu: Xi Ning, is this pen name, [ Bu Luo ], yours?
Xi Ning didn’t reply to the question, but said instead:
I’m busy, let’s talk later.
Wen Chu thought she was going to sleep, so she quickly added:
Remember to eat something before sleeping.
Xi Ning didn’t reply again.
Wen Chu hadn’t washed up yet.
She put down her phone, went into the bathroom to freshen up, and when she came out, Auntie called for dinner.
There were two kinds of soup to choose from today as well.
Auntie smiled:
“Mr. Gu asked for an extra serving of sweet soup to be made. If you’re not going out this afternoon, you can drink it here. If you’re going out, I’ll pack it for you to take to work.”
Wen Chu picked up the spoon and smiled:
“Okay.”
Auntie grinned and turned to prepare the meal.
“Mr. Gu also told you to drink some brown sugar ginger water later. He’s worried you’ll catch a cold too.”
Wen Chu drank the soup and replied:
“Okay.”
At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.
Wen Chu put down the spoon, walked over, and checked the caller ID.
It was Xi Ning.
She answered, and Xi Ning exploded on the other end.
“Your family’s media company actually sent me a Lawyer’s Letter!”
“What?”
Wen Chu was stunned, unable to react for a moment.
“Star Glory Media, that’s Gu Cheng’s, right?”
Xi Ning shot back.
Wen Chu came to her senses.
There were several documents on the coffee table, and one of them had Star Glory Media written on it.
This company was an early subsidiary of the Gu Family and had a solid reputation in Beijing.
Wen Chu pressed her lips together.
“It’s his.”
She felt a faint premonition in her heart and asked:
“Why did he send you a Lawyer’s Letter?”
“Why else? Because of Qi Yuan. He said my alt account posted defamatory articles. I hid my alt so well, yet he still found it. Now he wants me to delete the article, or more Lawyer’s Letters will follow.”
Wen Chu was dazed.
She had always just glanced at the news on the Hot Search and moved on.
Other bloggers had written articles criticizing Qi Yuan before, but they weren’t targeting her alone—just stirring up drama by grouping several actors together.
Xi Ning had written critical pieces too, but they weren’t specific or direct, so they didn’t get much attention.
As a Best Actress, Qi Yuan was used to being at the center of the storm, with countless writers targeting her daily.
People in this industry had long become accustomed to living and dying in others’ words.
If things got serious, they’d contact the writer privately to sue, demand compensation, or strike a deal.
But that was all within their own studios, companies, or connected circles.
So, what was the connection between Star Glory and Qi Yuan?
Or rather, between Gu Cheng and Qi Yuan?
Xi Ning let out a cold laugh.
“Your family’s guy really protects Qi Yuan, huh.”
“Does he know how much Qi Yuan bullied you?”
Wen Chu snapped back to reality, her fingertips tightening.
“The Gu Family and Qi Family have always been close…”
“He knows some things, but I didn’t say much. He said he could help me terminate the contract.”
Xi Ning raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, help you terminate, then you get shelved for five years, and by the time you come back, even dried lilies are cold. Or is he actually able to solve the penalty fee for you?”
Wen Chu pressed her lips together.
She saw that the Hot Search had refreshed on her tablet, with people calling for Xi Ning’s death.
Wen Chu gripped her phone tightly and tried to persuade her.
“Xi Ning, just delete the article. It’s not worth it. I’ll contact him from my end and see if he can withdraw the Lawyer’s Letter.”
Xi Ning sneered.
“I’m not deleting it. What I wrote is the truth. Even if I don’t write it, others will.”
“Xi Ning.”
Wen Chu called softly.
“Call ended.”
Xi Ning hung up.
Wen Chu looked at the gray sky outside the window.
She stared for a while before pulling her gaze back and tapping Gu Cheng’s number.
She hesitated for a few seconds before dialing.
Eight seconds later, Gu Cheng picked up.
He asked softly:
“Have you eaten?”
Wen Chu smelled the aroma behind her and saw Auntie setting the table with all her favorite dishes.
She turned away.
“Not yet, about to. You?”
“About to have a meeting. I’ll eat after.”
Wen Chu replied, okay.
She called out.
“Gu Cheng.”
“Mm?”
His voice came through, low and pleasant.
Wen Chu paused, then said:
“Did Star Glory Media send a Lawyer’s Letter to a Public Account with the pen name [ Bu Luo ]?”
There was the sound of a pen dropping onto paper on Gu Cheng’s end.
“Mm, it was just sent. Why?”
Wen Chu hesitated.
“That’s Xi Ning’s alt account. She set up that Public Account a long time ago but hasn’t used it much these years.”
Gu Cheng’s pen paused.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Bu Luo is Xi Ning? Your classmate?”
“Mm.”
For some reason, Wen Chu felt a bit guilty.
“She wrote the article about Qi Yuan just to…”
Stand up for me.
But she didn’t dare to say those four words.
When Gu Cheng heard Qi Yuan’s name, he said:
“Sister Qi Yuan has anxiety. I just had a doctor check on her. Articles like this are too harsh and will affect her recovery.”
Wen Chu felt even more guilty.
“I know.”
Gu Cheng said:
“Since it’s Xi Ning’s, I’ll withdraw the Lawyer’s Letter. Whether she deletes the article is up to her, but I suggest it’s best to delete it.”
Wen Chu agreed.
“Go eat.”
He said.
“Okay.”
“And you, remember to eat too.”
“Okay.”
After hanging up, Wen Chu sat dazed on the sofa for a while.
Then she picked up her phone and sent a message to Xi Ning.
She typed:
“Xi Ning, I called Gu Cheng. Star Glory will withdraw…”
She hadn’t finished typing the words ‘Lawyer’s Letter’ when Xi Ning’s message arrived first.
Xi Ning: Star Glory withdrew the Lawyer’s Letter. I wasn’t planning to delete the article, but my company somehow found out the account was mine and ordered me to delete it, or they’d sue.
Wen Chu was surprised.
How did your company know it was your account?
Xi Ning: Who knows, maybe your family’s guy told our company as a condition for withdrawing the Lawyer’s Letter.
Xi Ning: So I had no choice. I could only delete the article.
Xi Ning: Wen Chu, this is class and the circle. We’re powerless. This is the first time I’ve ever been ordered to delete an article just because the person I wrote about was Qi Yuan. They ignored the truth and threatened me with a lawsuit. What’s wrong with telling the truth? She really did bully you. That’s a fact too.
Wen Chu leaned against the sofa, looking at Xi Ning’s messages.
She could feel Xi Ning’s helplessness—and she herself felt powerless in front of Qi Yuan.
Xi Ning: Wen Chu, I told you—your family’s guy and Qi Yuan are from the same world.
For some reason, Wen Chu’s eyes felt a little damp.
She turned to look out the window, letting her tears slowly evaporate.
Qi Yuan’s studio.
Shu Mei stood in front of the operations computer, watching the Hot Search posts attacking Qi Yuan being taken down one by one.
Especially the [ Bu Luo ] article—completely gone, no such chapter found.
The [ Bu Luo ] Public Account was also reported and temporarily taken down for review.
She breathed a sigh of relief, released her clenched waist, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.
“Still need to keep watch. The internet has a long memory. Those haters definitely took screenshots. They’ll fish them back up later. Keep the team alert, especially on Super Topic and all those underground forums—monitor them closely.”
“Yes.”
The operations and PR team who’d handled countless crises for Qi Yuan were experienced.
Each person managed over a dozen accounts across major platforms, Baidu Tieba, Super Topic, tracking posts, images, and more.
For Qi Yuan to have reached this point—especially in the past two years—the haters had only grown stronger.
Even the real fans couldn’t suppress them sometimes.
Their team had no choice but to expand.
After finishing her coffee, Shu Mei saw a notification on the tablet—about Star Glory Media.
She raised an eyebrow, picked up the tablet, and handed it to Qi Yuan, who was reading comments nearby.
When Qi Yuan saw the article, her whole body trembled with anger, but now she had calmed down a lot.
“Star Glory is Young Master Gu’s, right?”
Shu Mei asked.
Qi Yuan glanced at the tablet and nodded.
“It’s his.”
Shu Mei smiled meaningfully, set the tablet down, and said:
“It’s nothing. Star Glory also sent a Lawyer’s Letter to Bu Luo this time.”
Qi Yuan’s expression froze as she stared at the information on the tablet for a few seconds.