The night was silent and still.
Zhang Zijing was away participating in a variety show.
Yuwei drank a large glass of warm water and went to take a shower.
When she ca out, she noticed several new bottles of costics on the table.
She picked them up to take a look and then put them back. They were all from sponsors.
Ever since the group gained popularity, she finally understood what it ant to have decision-making anxiety.
Sponsors would send over piles of costics, clothes, jewelry, and similar items.
Most of the ti, they didn’t even use them and just gave them away casually.
Take Lv Fangxin, the most famous mber of their group, for instance.
During one variety show shoot, her assistant picked out more than 200,000 yuan worth of items, leaving the assistant dumbfounded.
Unexpectedly, the production team paid for everything—they just wanted to cater to her and ensure smooth filming.
Many people say that once soone becos a star, they lose their connection to ordinary life.
Under such a luxurious lifestyle, how many can genuinely stay grounded?
Wiping her hair, Yuwei moved to pull the inner layer of thick curtains closed when she suddenly noticed a small drone flying by in the distance.
Startled, she pretended to calmly draw the curtains.
Sure enough, the drone passed by the window across from hers again.
She was certain soone was secretly filming them.
With modern technology advancing rapidly, remote caras—including night vision and X-ray-capable ones—were becoming increasingly common.
These specialized filming gadgets brought imnse trouble to them.
Because their attire at so events was often quite revealing.
This sort of drone surveillance wasn’t uncommon either.
Without showing any emotion, she firmly closed the curtains and chose to call the police directly, then inford the company.
Two hours later
All the mbers who were still at the villa gathered in the living room.
"This is just too terrifying. From now on, not just the windows, but we can’t even open the curtains," Jiang ngqi said, sipping lemon tea, her adorable face filled with worry.
"Where did that twisted individual co from?" Li Zing asked for once.
Everyone fell silent for a mont. Cases of people sneaking into their public lodging to spy on them were usually fan-related.
"Apparently, it was a group fan. She secretly fild every one of us," Yuwei broke the awkward silence.
"These people are absolutely insane. Why are they so interested in our privacy?" ng ixuan said pitifully, frustrated.
She was genuinely scared that this person might also be her fan—the previous incident hadn’t been resolved yet!
"Everyone must be extra cautious when going out. Fa attracts trouble, and there are countless people watching us," Yuwei reminded them, feeling equally distressed herself.
She’d already been privately warned by an ardent fan that a few notorious "toxins" from Galaxy’s fandom were targeting her.
She knew who these people were—infamous in the Galaxy fan circle.
They were the ones barred even from entering theaters—proper fans would beat them up if seen.
These "toxins" were relentless; once they set their sights on soone, it was nearly impossible to shake them off.
This ti, the person who used a drone to film was Lv Fangxin’s fan.
It was unclear why they chose to spy on them while Fangxin herself wasn’t around.
At a certain hotel
Just as Lv Fangxin was about to lie down, the doorbell suddenly rang.
She got up and looked through the peephole, finding no one outside.
"Maybe they ca to the wrong room!" She returned to bed, but less than five minutes later, the doorbell rang again.
Annoyed, she threw off the covers and walked over again, only to find no one there.
"Soone’s doing this on purpose."
Seeing that it was already midnight, Fangxin decided against waking her assistant in the adjacent room.
She didn’t leave the door but kept her eyes glued to the peephole.
The carpeted hallway, dimly lit, was eerily silent.
Fangxin felt a wave of cold wash over her, her heart pounding fast.
Fifteen minutes later, there was still no movent.
She eventually went back to bed and lay down again.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, violent pounding noises ca from the adjacent room’s wall, accompanied by indecent sounds.
The noises seed to be created by soone pressing against the wall.
"Ah!"
Fangxin let out a faint scream, covered her ears, and burrowed into the blankets.
The pounding grew more frantic, and the sounds beca even weirder.
Five minutes later, everything went silent.
With a face full of terror, Fangxin slowly let go of her hands, but less than five minutes later, the noises resud.
Unable to tolerate it anymore, she grabbed her phone and tried to call Yuwei for help.
There was no answer, so she started scrolling through her phone, looking for ways to deal with such behavior.
In doing so, she stumbled upon the news that her group was trending online again—it was late, and yet they were still viral. She couldn’t believe it.
After reading the posts, she shrank into the corner of the bed with resignation. What’s wrong with these people?
Why keep chasing after her and her groupmates?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she beca, and finally, she vented it all on Weibo:
I know you like very much.
I really appreciate it.
But please stop pounding on the walls.
Please stop ringing the doorbell.
Please don’t make strange noises anymore.
It’s 2:30 AM now.
I need rest, and you should get so sleep too.
Thanks.
She ended the post with a hand-heart gesture.
Ten minutes after posting her Weibo, the sounds from the adjacent room stopped.
Fangxin started drifting off to sleep.
She knew her post would stir up controversy, but she didn’t expect it to gain so much attention.
Ring! Ring!
The doorbell suddenly rang again, and Fangxin begrudgingly opened her eyes. The room was faintly lit.
"Damn it! This never ends!" Completely enraged, she grabbed a shoe and stord to the door.
She swung the door open, only to find her assistant standing there.
"F-Fangxin!"
The bespectacled assistant was so frightened by Fangxin’s glare that she nearly collapsed in terror.
Fangxin’s hair was disheveled like straw, two buttons on her pajamas were undone, and she looked utterly nacing.
"Why is it you? Why are you here this early?"
"Mr. Zhou sent . He said you might’ve encountered a ’toxin,’ so I ca to check on you."
"Ah! I’m going crazy! I just want to sleep!" Fangxin stord back to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed heavily.
The assistant cautiously approached her:
"I’ve already contacted the hotel; the evidence has been preserved."
"The company’s stance is that, given how many incidents there are right now, we shouldn’t ntion this matter anymore."
Eyes closed, Fangxin wriggled further into bed: "As long as I can sleep, do whatever!"
"Also, Mr. Zhou said you must run future Weibo posts through the team first."
"...Fine!"
"We need to leave for the recording site in two hours; makeup starts an hour before that."
This ti, the assistant didn’t get a reply—only the sound of Fangxin’s snores.
Looking at her fair, long legs, the assistant couldn’t help swallowing nervously.
She picked up a blanket and covered Fangxin.
Fangxin slept deeply, unaware of the storm raging on Weibo.
"We must firmly oppose stalkers and protect Fangxin offline!"
"Fangxin’s emotional intelligence is off the charts! Even in this situation, she managed to stay composed and reminded the stalker to rest well. If I were her, I’d lose it and beat the stalker to a pulp!"
"She’s so kind and gentle, giving that person a chance to correct their mistakes. Truly admirable!"
However, many anti-fans accused her of stirring up drama.
So claid these incidents—the villa creeper and now her harassnt—were orchestrated for publicity.
All in all, anyone following the group was discussing these two incidents.
The fallout resulted in a massive online war between factions.
People hurled insults and attacked each other, but amid all this chaos, no one tolerated the actions of those "toxins."
Soon, people began investigating whether Fangxin’s claims were true.
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