Chapter 58 Lifelong Devotion as a Fan

It was a wondrous sensation, one that Yun Fu had never experienced before.

As soon as she returned, the staff of the "Stunning Swan" production crew felt as though they’d been saved by a hero.

"Yun Fu, you're back! Hurry over to the director. We're at our wit’s end."

"Yes, Director Bai has been scowling all day."

"We're so glad you're here."

Yun Fu glanced toward the director. Bai Yu was filming Ning Lan’s scenes, and from the looks of it, things weren’t going smoothly.

As she drew closer, Bai Yu’s furious voice could be heard.

"Can you act or not? If you can't, then don't bother!"

"Are you a wooden puppet? I could stick a broom over there and it’d have more expression than you!"

"What was that scene just now? You’re about to die—do you understand? And you’re smiling!"

Bai Yu clutched a megaphone, roaring with rage. The entire crew trembled in fear.

Ning Lan, who bore the brunt of it, looked pale and miserable. Her gaze flashed with murderous intent when she saw Yun Fu.

But Bai Yu was different. The moment Yun Fu appeared, everyone could sense his anger dissipate, as if a torrential rain had doused the flames. Yun Fu was that timely rain.

The assistant director quickly stepped in, "Since Yun Fu is back, let’s shoot her scenes first. The other actors can take a break."

Bai Yu glanced at Yun Fu’s languid figure and felt his mood lighten; his anger melted away, and he was suddenly at ease.

"Fine, let's shoot Yun Fu's scenes first."

The whole crew looked at Yun Fu with gratitude. She stood there lazily, yet without speaking or even making eye contact, her presence was striking—like a crane among chickens.

Everyone was kind to Yun Fu, from crew members to fellow actors, except for Ning Lan, who wished she could kill Yun Fu. Yet even as the lead actress, Ning Lan felt invisible.

Elsewhere, Qiao An anxiously stared at her phone. Yun Fu had been cornered by reporters outside the set, and that offhand remark was causing her concern.

Finally, Yun Fu had gained some public favor and her career was on the rise, but countless people were watching her like wolves.

Qiao An kept refreshing Weibo, waiting for any news so she could respond quickly.

At last—[Yun Fu’s vulgarity exposed: How could she say such a thing to a reporter!]

The first to report was a minor media outlet. They posted a short video; no context, just Yun Fu’s cold, "None of your damn business!"

Qiao An bit her lip and hurriedly published the prepared PR statement on her own Weibo.

With no team behind them, it was up to her alone.

[Statement: The incident between Miss Yun Fu and the reporter is not as shown in the video; please don’t take it out of context. The actual events are as follows…]

She posted the full story, but her influence was negligible.

"A woman who never went to college—what do you expect from her? Speaking so vulgarly, is someone like this fit to be an idol?"

"Disgusting. Other than her face, what's so special? I don't get why so many fans are obsessed."

"People actually praise her acting and looks—look at her attitude!"

"If I were the reporter, I’d have slapped her on the spot."

Other media posted videos, all edited to highlight Yun Fu’s remark.

The backlash online grew louder.

Qiao An furrowed her brow; without the full video, things looked grim.

Just then, the situation took a turn.

A fan uploaded a video with a caption—[Yun Fu’s manager has explained everything. My video captures the full exchange, and I think Yun Fu’s response was justified.]

In fact, I think she’s incredibly cool. I’ll be her fan for life!

In the video, the reporter was aggressive, every question tying Yun Fu to the people behind sc, barely stopping short of accusing her of casting couch deals.

Yun Fu had ignored them until they dragged her fans into it—then she got angry.

Fans present posted their own videos, strongly condemning the reporters for profiting off scandal.

Judging someone without knowing the full story is indirect harm.

"I love her—what a real star!"

"I’m instantly converted! A celebrity this bold and genuine is rare!"

"Sick of fake innocence and manipulative types. Yun Fu is a breath of fresh air—gorgeous and fit, too."

"Ahhh, that look in her eyes—deadly!"

"She was right to curse! Those reporters, thinking they can scare everyone just because they hold a camera. Disgusting!"

"She’s so badass, I love her!"

The media was baffled: weren’t they supposed to be attacking her? Instead, her followers surged—what a bizarre turn.

But sometimes, logic simply doesn’t apply.

Because of those four words, Yun Fu trended again and gained new fans.

First, she stood up for her fans; second, the reporters really were disgusting; third, her expression when she said it was just too cool.

Qiao An had expected another round of crisis management, but the development was simply astonishing.

"...Magical."

The fan groups were abuzz.

"Haha, Sister Fu is amazing! Tons of new fans today!"

"A hidden gem—investing in her will never go wrong!"

"I think Sister Fu is super cool. These days, who else dares confront reporters like that?"

"Did you hear those disgusting questions? That’s just her temperament—I love it!"

The media was confused again. They’d never seen fans so happy to hear their idol curse—these fans must be crazy.

Yun Fu’s super topic bio was updated by fans: "Life motto: None of your business, none of my business."

It was, in a word, very real.

Qiao An was amused and exasperated; she never expected Yun Fu to win fans this way—disaster turned into blessing.

When Yun Fu finished her scenes and returned, Qiao An couldn’t wait to tell her everything.

Yun Fu’s response was a single word: "Oh."

Then, as if her bones had melted away, she collapsed onto the sofa and pulled out her phone.

This time, she didn’t play games. Instead, she opened Weibo for the first time.

She read the effusive praise, closed Weibo, and opened her game.

As if nothing had happened—except for the faint blush at her ears.

Ning Lan stood outside Yun Fu’s lounge like a venomous snake, her gaze chilling.

She curled her lips into a cold smile, sneering inwardly—Yun Fu, your glory won’t last long.