Chapter 23: The Press Conference

Because of what had happened before, most of Yun Fu’s fans had deserted her, leaving only the most devoted ones. Yet, thanks to this press conference, she suddenly gained hundreds of thousands of new casual followers.

If you asked why they became her fans, those newcomers would undoubtedly answer—because she’s stunningly beautiful.

Superficial as it was, Yun Fu’s beauty was simply overwhelming.

Looking at the news online, Ning Lan’s expression was so grim it seemed she might explode with fury and hatred.

“Yun Fu!” In her empty room, Ning Lan smashed everything she could reach, unable to quell the fire in her heart.

She had schemed so meticulously, only to end up as a stepping stone for the very Yun Fu she despised and looked down upon. How could she accept this?

Once she calmed herself, Ning Lan called her assistant in from outside.

——

Yun Fu closed her eyes as soon as she got into the car. Joann, sitting beside her, wanted to say something several times, but in the end, kept her silence.

Back at her apartment, Yun Fu received a message from Lian Hanqi.

[Are you home?]

[Yes.]

[How was the press conference?]

[It went alright.]

On the other end, Lian Hanqi looked at the brief replies on his phone and shook his head helplessly.

This was the first time he’d met someone even more reserved and laconic than himself.

[Do you have time tomorrow?]

Yun Fu absentmindedly finished a round of her game, then opened the schedule Joann had sent her.

She tapped her phone and replied—[Tomorrow I’m shooting promotional photos, the day after I join the crew.]

Well, her schedule was clearly set—he’d been rejected.

Looking at Yun Fu’s reply, Lian Hanqi’s smile deepened.

At that moment, the image of that cold yet breathtaking face appeared in his mind.

[Alright, I’ll make plans with you another day.]

There was no further reply from her, and Lian Hanqi didn’t send any more messages.

Then, he did something he would never have done before—he downloaded Weibo, registered an account with zero followers and zero subscriptions.

A few minutes later, he had one subscription.

Following Yun Fu’s Weibo, he found several users who used her photos as their avatars. One of them posted a message—[Sister’s fan club has been reestablished, everyone is welcome to join~]

He followed the link to the fan club, which was filled with posts about Yun Fu, each from genuine fans.

At the very top was a phrase—May every tear you shed move others, and may every dream you have never be in vain.

Lian Hanqi’s gaze flickered for a moment. He scrolled further, encountering many specialized terms, and after a while, understood them all.

Then, he entered a fan group and sent a five-thousand-dollar red packet, successfully becoming an administrator.

To his assistant, Qi Han, all this looked like the boss was watching something very intently, and he dared not disturb him.

——

After finishing her strength training, Yun Fu was about to shower when her phone rang.

She was still holding a dumbbell, lifting it absentmindedly, her expression so calm it was nearly invisible.

“Hello, Joann?”

“Yun Fu, you’re joining the crew tomorrow. If there’s anything you need to prepare, do it in advance. I’ll be with you in the crew, so don’t worry…”

Joann rambled on, giving her plenty of instructions, finally hanging up for fear Yun Fu would get impatient.

The next day Joann came to pick her up, driving her Volkswagen.

“Magnificent Flight” was a major production, and both the actors and staff these years were quite impressive. The most ordinary car among them was an Infiniti, so the sudden appearance of a Volkswagen was unexpected.

Especially those actors who arrived in luxurious vans—each had a faint sneer in their eyes.

Just then, the car stopped slowly, and a pair of slender, straight legs stepped out, the movements crisp and efficient. Before they could even get a good look, she was already standing outside the car.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, and she wore a simple tracksuit, yet on her, it seemed to radiate a sharp, fierce aura.

She looked up, her eyes deep and tranquil now tinged with impatience. Everyone present was stunned by her presence.

“Yun Fu, you’re here,” the director greeted her warmly, and everyone was a little surprised.

But Yun Fu merely nodded, her tone calm and unyielding. “Director.”

“Come on in, once everyone’s here we’ll start the script reading. After the opening ceremony in a couple of days, we begin filming.”

The actors filed into the meeting room. Yun Fu took a seat at the back, leisurely pulled out her phone, and began playing her game with utmost seriousness.

“……”

The aura she radiated was so intimidating that no one dared sit near her.

When the director arrived, he saw just this scene—Yun Fu sitting alone at the end of the table, everyone else clustered together like a flock of timid quails.

Following Bai Yu inside were Ning Lan and the male lead, Fu Shiqian.

“Everyone’s here, let’s begin.”

Yun Fu’s character didn’t have many lines, but Bai Yu was surprised that even with so few, she always delivered them with perfect tone and intensity.

Even just sitting there and speaking slowly, Bai Yu felt as if the character from the script had come to life.

At that moment, Bai Yu was once again grateful he had chosen Yun Fu to play Qian Xuan.

“Excellent, excellent.” Bai Yu’s appreciation was plain to see. Watching him praise Yun Fu again and again, Ning Lan’s jealousy grew like wild grass in her heart.

Yet her expression remained sweet and demure.

Once the script reading ended, a crowd of supporting actors gathered around the two leads.

“Oh my, Lanlan, is that a pink diamond? It’s gorgeous, must be twenty carats!”

Suddenly, a supporting actress named Chen Pei exclaimed.

Everyone marveled.

“Yes, pink diamonds are so rare, it must cost millions.”

“So pretty! Did President Du give it to you? You’re so lucky.”

Ning Lan glanced at Yun Fu, who was still playing her game, her lips curling.

“Yes, we’re not even married yet, but he insisted on giving it to me. I heard it cost seven million.”

Another round of gasps followed.

“President Du really loves you! Such an expensive ring—when you get married, he’ll have to gift you one worth tens of millions.”

Ning Lan blushed bashfully. “Oh, don’t say that, it’s such a waste,” she replied, playfully tapping the actress.

She glanced toward Yun Fu, her smile deepening.

Those nearby caught the hint and immediately chimed in, “Unlike some people—supposedly a famous miracle doctor, supposedly close to some big shot. I think it’s all hype online, otherwise, why would she come in such a car?”

“Exactly, a car worth barely tens of thousands. Isn’t she embarrassed? I don’t know what she’s so proud of.”