“Director Gu’s new variety show is an infinite flow script murder mystery type. There’s no specific plot. Director Gu picks the guests, and the other guests don’t know who they’ll be, except they know there’s a Song Wenwei. Anyway, you don’t care about the others.”
“This time, they’re using new technology from the Xia Group—direct neural connection. It’ll immerse everyone in the game with realistic sensations. The damage you take will be real too. Death means elimination.
“The investors are very optimistic about this show. It’s fresh and outstanding. Do your best and don’t die too early.”
Li Erning finished speaking and quickly hung up the phone. Lu Nan fell silent for a moment, staring at the pedestrian light flashing red, then fell silent again.
The variety show info seemed informative, yet like it had said nothing at all.
“Ding…”
Lu Nan lit up her phone screen, where a new message popped up.
【Not Li-jie: Log into your account first and post some recent photos to warm things up. Interact with fans in the group, post some pics. I’m off to catch that cheating ex-husband of yours. Don’t cause me any trouble!】
【Lu Nan: Don’t worry, with me around, there won’t be any accidents!】
【Not Li-jie: Blocking you. Approve it (heart gesture)】
Lu Nan logged into her long-dormant main account and, as Li-jie instructed, posted a few very casual recent photos. She interacted with fans a bit, and just as she was about to switch to her alt to sweep through Song Wenwei’s super topic…
“Ding…”
A notification jumped up on her phone: 【Song Wenwei, whom you follow closely, has trended…】
Seeing this, Lu Nan froze. Why did it feel like this wasn’t good news?
She tapped in and sure enough, Song Wenwei was hanging high on the entertainment hot search list.
#Song Wenwei Knows About the Mistress#
#Married Film Emperor Cheats#
#Zhou Gu Song Wenwei#
Lu Nan stood by the roadside waiting for the light to change. The wind lifted her hair as she leaned against a utility pole, staring at the text on her phone.
【Popular young actress surnamed Song suspected of knowingly being the third party. Spotted late at night heading to Huashang Residential District with a married man, only picked up by her assistant the next morning.】
Lu Nan tapped into the video and watched it all the way through, but she didn’t spot Song Wenwei at all.
The female and male leads were covered head to toe in hats and masks, but judging by the leg proportions, she knew it wasn’t Song Wenwei.
Neither side had responded yet. Lu Nan knew Zhou Gu’s personality too—he was as straight-laced as they came. He was probably off traveling somewhere right now, oblivious. Relying on him for a response might take hours.
This whole thing looked fabricated from nothing. It was more like slapping a label on someone or using it to cover up something else.
It was a classic trick in the entertainment industry.
Once the label stuck, it was hard to peel off.
Some netizens didn’t care about the truth—they just loved the drama. They might not even see the eventual debunking.
Right now, anyone could pile on. Being linked to cheating or being a mistress was fatal for a female celebrity.
Online public opinion continued to ferment. Just minutes after the video dropped, rivals Song Wenwei had offended and artists’ companies from her past successes pushed the story to new heights.
Song Wenwei had indeed been to the Huashang neighborhood, but not at the time in the video. No matter what, though, outsiders would think that explanation was a stretch.
She ran a small personal workshop, not a big company. Facing something like this for the first time, she was inevitably a bit flustered.
This was her first tabloid scandal hitting the hot search. Song Wenwei sighed bitterly. It wasn’t that she couldn’t handle it—the fermentation was just too fast. Crafting a response would take time.
Besides, she had her own small studio. Her assistant and manager were people she’d poached herself. All her buzz had been built bit by bit.
Song Wenwei had debuted in a minor female role in a movie. For the past few years, she’d been grinding for face recognition. Once her acting and popularity improved, she landed female three or two roles in hit dramas.
She had some signature works now and a bit of fame, mostly banking on her image rather than billing position.
Her strategy was to stay visible, but she didn’t want to grind on romance hype—especially not with a senior who outranked her by several levels.
Song Wenwei would get torn apart. She didn’t want to take undeserved flak.
Her manager, on the other hand, was unfazed. “Getting hate means visibility. Black-red is still red.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let them curse. We’re already discussing countermeasures. Sleep it off and handle it tomorrow. It’ll give you a wave of heat too.”
“You’re so laid-back.” Song Wenwei’s mouth twitched. “Thanks a lot, you big sieve!”
At this point, all they could do was stay still. Song Wenwei hoped some bigger news would bump her off the hot search.
Those marketing accounts really are birds of a feather!
Lu Nan flowed with the crowd across the crosswalk, then squatted by a flower bed. Her eyes and fingers moved like lightning in one seamless motion, sparks nearly flying from her fingertips.
She dove into fierce battle. The war ended in her unilateral victory. Moments later, she retreated to her homepage and glanced down…
【Lu Nan V: Shut up, I don’t buy it, get lost! Trash marketing accounts, stay away! //@StarYou’reColon: Nailed it! I knew Song was no good! //@EntertainmentGossipKing: Popular young actress surnamed Song… #】
【Lu Nan V: F off, stirring s for no reason… //@Netizen Number One: Song Wenwei dead mistress… //@Lu Nan V: F*** off, die far away //@Netizen Number Two: Song the homewrecker.】
【Lu Nan V: Face covered—who the hell knows who it is? Paparazzi, why not Photoshop Zhou Gu’s head on me? Song Wenwei isn’t that short. She doesn’t wear hats, and Zhou Gu doesn’t wear flashy pink-yellow pants!】
Hot blood surged to her head. She wanted to keep firing, until she spotted that verified V badge. Lu Nan froze.
She’d been too immersed in the output. She’d forgotten to switch accounts.
No “forgotten”—she checked again. She really had forgotten to switch accounts.
Disaster. She was going to get flamed.
She didn’t mind firing the first shot for Song Wenwei from her main account anyway.
Everyone knew she doggedly chased Song Wenwei’s news. No big deal.
Her phone buzzed nonstop with reply notifications.
【I’m Lin Xiaoxiao: Lu Nan, saying whatever will only hurt you!】
Whatever. It was posted. Deleting it now would just look suspicious.
Dead pig not afraid of boiling water. At this moment, she went all in!
【Lu Nan V: Just speaking facts. Sis hates posers the most!】
Song’s fans were primed to fire, spotting Lu Nan pop up. They hadn’t sorted it yet, thinking she was there to kick her while down. They were about to drag her in too—until they looked closely and suddenly realized…
【Don’t curse, don’t curse—it’s an ally!】
【WTF? Who’s this? Is this still Lu Nan?】
【New here. Didn’t Lu Nan always ride Song’s bad buzz? What’s up today?】
【Drawing sword and looking around in confusion!】
【Upstairs, yes yes, exactly that vibe. Sword’s out, and you say it’s an ally?!】
【Sheathing the blade for our ally.】
【Why call her Lu Nan? So distant! This is my blood sister with Song Wenwei, different parents and all.】
You’re the sister with Song Wenwei. Who wants to be sisters? If you want sisters, go be one yourself. Lovers become sisters, huh?
You’re the one causing harm!!!
Lu Nan nearly died of anger at that clueless comment.
【Cold Sis, don’t you hate talking? What’s up, voice mod installed?】
【Lu Nan V: Rebel! You’re silenced. I’m requisitioning your vocal cords.】
Normally, Lu Nan kept a cool face, didn’t initiate chats much, but was decent to people. Fans affectionately called her Cold Sis.
Lu Nan felt helpless. In her heart, she raged: You don’t have vocal cords! I just plain don’t want to talk to them.
