In the cozy first-class sleeper, Ye Yuwei was scrolling through her tablet with trembling fingers.
The news of Yu Qingjia’s suicide had already gone viral, dominating the trending topics and flooding social dia.
Before taking her own life, Yu Qingjia had posted a scheduled Weibo ssage on her account:
Perhaps by the ti you see this ssage, I will no longer be in this world. I am finally and completely free. These past years, I have lived so unbearably, so exhaustingly.
I feel imnse guilt toward those who supported , liked , accompanied , and voted for . The bold aspirations of "The Big Three" from the general election will never be realized.
The external project I had been longing for is gone. At first, I was filled with resentnt—you all know how difficult it is to land an external project in Hanoi, how much effort it takes. But now, I’ve let it go.
I want to share my true feelings with you, but certain things I can’t say because of contractual restrictions. Besides, what you want to see is a bubbly, positive, and sunny little idol. Who would want to see the dejected, zombie-like version of ?
The pills are ones I stockpiled a long ti ago, always thinking that one day I would use them—along with that thin, sharp blade.
I don’t know what I did wrong, or what makes inferior to that person. Is it simply because she is the "Crown Princess Consort" preordained for the "Crown Prince"?
Farewell to everyone who loves and hates .
Yu Qingjia’s Weibo post was like a nuclear bomb, overturning the entire river of conversation, especially the sentence "Is it simply because she is the ’Crown Princess Consort’ for the ’Crown Prince’?" It directly pinned the scandal on Ye Yuwei and Yu Manting.
But because Yu Manting was the Crown Princess Consort, all the fans targeted Ye Yuwei as the scapegoat for the ss.
Countless essays appeared on a certain platform, offering various analyses of Ye Yuwei’s actions over the years, painting her as a scheming, ungrateful, shaless woman.
They even used Li Jiaqi as a tool to attack Ye Yuwei, accusing her of abandoning her "original partner" to climb the ladder by scheming behind the scenes in Hanoi, acting promiscuously and irresponsibly.
In Ye Yuwei’s social dia feed, thousands of comnts ca pouring in every minute, bombarding her relentlessly—on Weibo, even more random users joined in to attack her.
Though Ye Yuwei’s fans worked hard to dispel the rumors, their voices were too small and powerless.
anwhile, the fan clubs of Yu Manting and Li Jiaqi engaged in increasingly baffling and manipulative actions.
First, Yu Manting’s fan club declared that Ye Yuwei and Yu Manting were just regular coworkers, that their CP was rely a company-driven comrcial gimmick, and that the role in this drama was assigned to Yu Manting by the company because they felt she was more suitable for it.
Then, Li Jiaqi’s fan club issued a statent saying that Li Jiaqi was doing fine and that no matter what the public said about Ye Yuwei, she would always be Yezi’s best friend. Furthermore, for her upcoming birthday party, the top five mbers of the group would personally celebrate with her.
The first statent was relatively mild, rely distancing Yu Manting from Ye Yuwei, but the second one outright hinted at dissatisfaction among all the top mbers in Hanoi toward Ye Yuwei.
They were trying to pressure the company by using Ye Yuwei’s abandoned "old flas."
Simultaneously, rumors that Ye Yuwei had secret ties resurfaced, dug up by so-called "fans" who analyzed her recent outfits, costics, and travel patterns.
Particularly her high-end clothing: the investigative fans, like detectives, exposed the brands and prices of clothes Ye Yuwei had worn during her live streams.
Amazingly, everything turned out to be from luxury foreign brands, with the cheapest item being a Balenciaga T-shirt priced at 1,290 USD—over 8,000 Huaxia Yuan—and it was a pre-sale, unavailable to most people.
There was also a bottle of perfu with an ordinary-looking bottle adorned by a golden letter "M" entwined with vines. It turned out to be a vintage edition from Chanel Paris, priced at 250,000 Huaxia Yuan.
As Ye Yuwei stared at these pictures, she was stunned and opened her mouth in shock.
So this was what Wu Jingxiang had mixed in with ordinary items to gift her—the total value of these things was nearly 500,000 Huaxia Yuan.
Especially that bottle of perfu—it was worth enough to buy a small apartnt in a fourth-tier city.
Feeling overwheld, Ye Yuwei tossed her tablet onto the opposite seat.
To make her journey more comfortable, Wu Jingxiang had bought three compartnts for her, leaving the two next to her completely empty.
Mr. Shen also called her, reassuring her that the company would handle this wave of public relations, telling her not to worry and to focus on her own work.
"So, I really am royalty," Ye Yuwei said with a bitter smile. "The company handles rumors; the sponsor takes care of deals."
Knock! Knock!
It was a WeChat video call from Li Jiaqi.
Ye Yuwei hesitated for a mont. For the first ti, she didn’t feel like answering Jiaqi’s call.
Li Jiaqi’s fan club’s statent had been like salt on her wounds.
After so hesitation, she still answered it.
"I’m sorry, Yuwei. I didn’t know anything about what the fan club did." Li Jiaqi began apologizing as soon as the video connected.
"Jiaqi, I know it’s not your intention. Your fans are trying to protect you. Being tied to right now might drag you down," Ye Yuwei replied.
Hearing Ye Yuwei’s words, Li Jiaqi froze for a mont, then spoke with a trembling voice, "Yuwei, I don’t care about any of that. I don’t believe what they say. I just want you back."
Ye Yuwei sighed inwardly; she understood the aning behind Li Jiaqi’s words.
Deep down, Li Jiaqi had already decided that she had secret ties.
But like a foolish woman waiting for her husband to change his heart, she was willing to forgive everything if only the "husband" returned.
"Jiaqi, I didn’t have any secret ties, and I will co back."
"Okay! Yuwei, if you’re unhappy, I’ll cancel my birthday party."
"Don’t say such silly things! How will you explain that to the company? And what about the fans? Do you not want to be an idol anymore?"
Hearing her friend’s earnest confession, Ye Yuwei felt slightly better.
"But Yuwei..."
"No buts—just follow the path laid out for you."
In recent tis, Ye Yuwei had co to realize certain truths: life doesn’t cater to your desires.
"Yuwei, what are you planning to do? Won’t you step out to dispel the rumors?"
"Just wait a bit. It’s not the right ti yet. The company has plans," Ye Yuwei said, utterly drained.
"Yuwei..."
"Jiaqi, I’m tired. I want to rest for a while."
Before Li Jiaqi could say more, Ye Yuwei ended the call.
Ring! Ring!
This ti, it was a call from Yu Manting.
"I’m sorry, Yuwei. The fan club actions were directed by the company. With our contracts binding us, we have no choice but to comply."
"What exactly is the company’s agenda?"
"I suspect that if we beco independent artists, we can’t have this CP dynamic anymore. Within the film industry, CP concepts from Hanoi are too controversial."
Ye Yuwei thought about it and found Yu Manting’s reasoning compelling. It reminded her of her older cousin’s situation.
"...Yuwei, was it Wu Jingxiang who gave you those things?"
"...Manting, do you know her well?" Ye Yuwei deflected with a counter-question instead of answering directly.
"Yuwei, as a friend, I urge you to stay away from her."
Seeing that Yu Manting didn’t elaborate further, Ye Yuwei didn’t press the matter.
Deep inside, she didn’t want to get so close to Wu Jingxiang either.
But what she feared even more was being stripped of her "support" and reduced to her original state.
Thinking about the mocking sneers, the scornful faces, and the disdainful gazes—those were enough to make life unbearable.
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