Jiang Wei’s expression imdiately beca awkward, "Wen Qiao, don’t be so smug, careful not to climb too high, or you might fall down soday."
Wen Qiao, who was slightly taller than Jiang Wei, used her height advantage and, with a downward glance, said, "You think I’m scared? I’d advise you to take care of your own matters and protect your own stuff, stop coveting what isn’t yours, lest you end up with nothing."
Her long hair that hung by her waist swayed beautifully in the air, and the hem of her red chiffon dress fluttered like waves as she walked, keeping her back straight as she moved out of Jiang Wei’s sight.
On her way back to the studio, Wen Qiao happened to et Lin Ruochun, who thanked her spontaneously, though it was unclear if it was intentional.
Lin Ruochun looked montarily uncomfortable, "I wasn’t trying to help you; I just dislike Jiang Wei as the female lead even more."
After she spoke, she huffed and turned away.
Wen Qiao: "...."
Okay.
Quite tsundere.
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Jiang Yao was very efficient and quickly posted a video of Wen Qiao beating up Luo Bin from her personal account with the caption—"How about a role reversal?"
Wen Qiao also retweeted Jiang Yao’s post, adding the line, "Trash should stay in the trash can."
Soon after, Huasong dia’s official account posted a clarification and warning statent, threatening legal action against those spreading false rumors.
Netizens hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of the "role reversal" when a popular blogger with a million followers suddenly exposed dark secrets about Luo Bin—how he bullied people on set, harassed extras, and tried to seduce rookie actresses, throwing one bombshell after another at his audience.
"I feel like a monkey hopping around a lon field, dodging lons looking for a place to hide."
"It just shows that Wen Qiao is a tough nut to crack, Luo Bin probably shattered his foot kicking it."
"Luo Bin: Fuck, I should have never ssed with Wen Qiao, thought I could get a good bite but ended up biting into myself."
"Didn’t see it coming, such a wolf in sheep’s clothing."
"...."
Wen Qiao recalled a comnt she saw that morning, dug out the screenshot, blurred the comnter’s profile picture, and posted another tweet—
"You can insult , but not my fans. I don’t have many fans, and if you scare them away, I will get mad."
Below it was attached a lawsuit statent, the accused being the person who insulted Wen Qiao’s fans in the screenshot.
Today’s Weibo scene was thoroughly owned by Wen Qiao; the lons netizens were enjoying ca from her brand, and her posts instantly drew nurous comnts.
"Are you really that protective of your fans? If I beco your fan now, will I be protected too?"
"Why does it... look... kinda badass."
"Given that, I should hit the follow button and see what it’s like to be protected."
"I just finished watching that video! Have to say! Sister Qiao has killer moves, I’m a fan."
"I also ca here after watching the video. That line, ’Do you have the stamina?’ made burst out laughing and instantly made a fan, and not just , I even pulled in my roommates to support Sister Qiao!"
"The entertainnt industry definitely needs cleaning up. We now know of one Luo Bin, but there must be countless others out of our sight, assuming seniority and doing unspeakable deeds."
In an era of free speech, where good opinions exist, bad ones are inevitable.
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