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Chapter 926 - 674 Pop! (6K! 900 monthly tickets extra update! Continue to ask for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 926: 674 Pop! (6K! 900 monthly tickets extra update! Continue to ask for monthly tickets!)

Xiao Shan.

Returning to the Garden filming base.

Jin Zhuxuan was washing vegetables by the pond.

Yes.

Washing vegetables.

Originally this task was assigned to Yin Dailan, but she pushed it onto Jin Zhuxuan and instead took over the job of cutting vegetables.

Because of a previous lesson learned, this time Jin Zhuxuan paid extra attention. Under the focus of numerous cameras, she washed a basket of vegetables and returned to the yard.

"Ah, Zhuxuan, it looks like you haven’t washed them clean, there’s still mud."

While cutting vegetables, Yin Dailan’s voice was not too loud yet not too soft, with a joking tone, "Do you guys in Goryeo also have that saying, ’A bit of dirt won’t hurt’?"

The other guests were all amused to laughter.

Jin Zhuxuan smiled awkwardly, unsure whether to explain that she had actually washed very carefully.

Yin Dailan threw away some of the vegetables but ended up cutting her finger while chopping, probably because she wasn’t accustomed to such rough work.

She cried out in pain at once.

"What’s wrong?"

Everyone rushed over concerned.

"Quick, call the medical staff."

The program crew was also nervous, and a staff member immediately ran over with a medical kit.

The scene was in chaos.

Fortunately, it wasn’t serious; just a small cut on the index finger. In any ordinary household kitchen, such minor injuries happened often and could be solved with just a Band-Aid.

"Dailan, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Jin Zhuxuan felt a bit dazed on the periphery of the crowd.

Variety shows in Shenzhou mostly followed the example of Goryeo. Having accidents during shows was common for the pioneers from Goryeo, including serious injuries. Thus, Jin Zhuxuan was accustomed to these situations and had also frequently suffered accidents during rehearsals in Goryeo. However, as long as it wasn’t too severe, she would persist.

After all, in Goryeo, whether inside or outside the industry, the demands on artists were quite strict. If an artist seemed too "delicate," they could be criticized to the point of doubting their own life.

Seeing everyone so frantic, Jin Zhuxuan thought the injury must be severe, so she approached with concern and tiptoed to get a view of Yin Dailan, who was wrapped up in the crowd.

But what she saw was that, before the medical staff even had a chance to open their kit, the bleeding from Yin Dailan’s finger had already stopped.

"..."

Jin Zhuxuan felt both relief and embarrassment for the other party.

Even though the injury was minor, perhaps because of the connection of the finger to the heart, Yin Dailan’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, seemingly in great pain, but she still put on a brave smile and said it was nothing.

"Sister Dailan, you should still go to the hospital and have it checked. The bleeding looked terrifying."

The newcomer "fresh meat" to this episode showed a scared expression, his face contorted as he watched Yin Dailan’s finger being carefully bandaged by the medical staff.

"We haven’t finished recording today’s program yet, I can’t go to the hospital."

True to form as a regular female guest, Yin Dailan was very responsible.

"You’re injured, why continue recording? Director, I think it’s best to send Dailan back to the hotel to rest."

One of the lead male guests in the program said.

The director felt helpless inside, but had no other choice but to nod, "Take Dailan back to the hotel."

Jin Zhuxuan watched helplessly as the slightly injured Yin Dailan was revered and escorted into the car.

"Dailan, your phone."

In the car, her assistant handed over a phone.

Yin Dailan, frowning, immediately chastised, "Can’t you see I’m injured? What phone calls?"

The assistant, who seemed used to taking suffering with his meals, meekly and carefully said, "It’s Brother Huang calling."

Hearing this, Yin Dailan’s facial expression suddenly changed, and her tone shifted dramatically, "Give it to me."

Prosperity may come from calamity; calamity may arise from prosperity.

"Zhongshuo!"

She cooed, her voice tinged with a perfect touch of aggrievement.

"Are you on the mountain?"

Yin Dailan was so immersed in complaining to her boyfriend, she didn’t notice his unusual tone.

"Mm, I just accidentally cut my finger while chopping vegetables."

Her boyfriend not only had a high status in the circle but had also truly pampered her into a little lady. After getting together, his care for her was meticulous. But today, his reaction surprised Yin Dailan.

She didn’t receive the concern she had expected; her boyfriend didn’t even inquire further, "I’m at the hotel at the foot of the mountain, have you finished recording?"

Yin Dailan felt at a loss and instinctively asked after a pause, "You came to Xiao Shan?"

"When will you finish recording?"

He asked again, his tone much colder than usual, and quite indifferent.

Yin Dailan didn’t know what to make of it but still answered, "I’m on the way down the mountain in the car."

"I will wait for you in the room."

Having said that, Master Huang, known as Huang Zhongshuo, hung up the phone.

Yin Dailan was perplexed and slowly put down the phone.

Arriving at the hotel at the foot of the mountain.

Yin Dailan got out of the car and, in the hotel parking lot, saw her boyfriend’s yellow Lamborghini.

With a confused heart, she entered the hotel, went upstairs, entered the room, and saw her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, silently smoking.

"Zhongshuo, why did you suddenly come to Xiao Shan? Why didn’t you tell me in advance?"

Yin Dailan seemed to forget the pain in her finger as she walked over with a tender smile, sitting close to him.

Had it been any other time, her boyfriend would have surely wrapped his arm around her in an affectionate gesture, but this time he sat unresponsive, continuing to smoke.

"Haven’t I told you to smoke less?"

She made a motion to take her boyfriend’s cigarette away, but he snatched it back instead.

Yin Dailan finally realized something was wrong and hesitated, "...What’s wrong?"

"Those things you told me about before, are you sure you’ve told me everything, without holding anything back?"

The controversial Huang Zhongshuo held the cigarette, speaking in a deep voice. Although he couldn’t compete with the younger idols in age, his appearance was still resilient. He turned to Yin Dailan’s profile, revealing a perfect jawline.

At his words, Yin Dailan inexplicably felt her heart flutter with panic, but as an actress, she managed to feign composure and nodded slightly, "Mhm, how could I possibly hide anything from you? Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"I’m asking you one more time, you really haven’t hidden anything from me?"

Huang Zhongshuo turned his head.

Yin Dailan’s acting was indeed subpar; she avoided looking at Huang Zhongshuo, and instead asked with a forced smile, "What... happened?"

Master Huang, who rewarded himself with a domineering CEO drama for every good work he starred in, didn’t respond. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and then flicked the butt onto the ground, crushing it with his pointed-toe leather shoe. After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he took out his phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons.

He remained silent throughout, just tossing the phone to his girlfriend.

Yin Dailan received it and slowly looked down.

Then,

Her face drained of color!

"No! This is fake!"

Her complexion changing drastically, Yin Dailan quickly lifted her head and grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, pleading in a rush, "Zhongshuo, listen to me, this must be someone framing me! I’ve never done such things!"

Huang Zhongshuo didn’t utter a word, just took his phone back from her hand, and pressed it again.

"Take another look."

Yin Dailan took the phone again with stiff movements and awkwardly lowered her head.

"There’s more, do I need to find it all for you?"

Yin Dailan was pale, her voice losing the usual softness, now tinged with a sharp edge.

"It’s all fake! Zhongshuo, you believe me, these are all fake! Someone must be purposely targeting me!"

Huang Zhongshuo didn’t say anything, just lit another cigarette.

"Zhongshuo, I don’t care what others think of me, but you have to believe me."

Yin Dailan tightly held her boyfriend’s arm, her tone turning soft and weak, igniting pity.

Excellence in acting leads to directing.

Excellence in learning leads to government service.

Many successful actors eventually become part of the capital.

Huang Zhongshuo was one of them.

This man, who rose to the top of the entertainment industry amidst controversy, smoked his cigarette without committing to an answer, his tone dispassionate as he spoke, "I’ve already made contact. They said they could pull the news, but only if I provide evidence that these stories are fabricated."

Average entertainment tabloids and gossip platforms, a legal notice would be enough to intimidate them.

But this time, the explosive revelations came from multiple sources, none of which were insignificant.

Platforms like Shenzhou’s Wave and Starry Sky, some of the top ones in the country, were all involved.

Although he was revered as Sect Hierarch, he was not omnipotent.

"If you’re sure these things are all false, you can sue; I’ll help you."

Having struggled in the entertainment circle for decades, Huang Zhongshuo had weathered many storms and was of course sophisticated.

He looked at his girlfriend, hoping she would decisively nod in agreement, but was disappointed.

Yin Dailan, who vociferously claimed she had been framed, mumbled with her red lips and, at this critical moment, fell silent.

Huang Zhongshuo averted his gaze.

As a veteran in the industry, he was well aware of its corruption, so he was exceedingly tolerant of his girlfriend’s history.

After all, he had a past himself.

Plastic surgery, hosting drinks... she had told him all this, and he could forgive and forget, but these recent revelations encompassed much more.

Tracing back from her early days as a young model to her current success, the detailed timeline astonished even him.

Of course.

There was also fury.

He could overlook the past, but his tolerance had limits.

He had even seen recent photos of his girlfriend and an industry big shot cozying up together in a parking lot, apparently up to no good.

"You said these were all fake, didn’t you."

Huang Zhongshuo said softly.

Compared to Yin Dailan, his acting was leagues better.

"Some, some are fake..."

Yin Dailan, unsure of how to defend herself and realizing she couldn’t, stopped making excuses. With a fluster, she got up and knelt at her boyfriend’s feet, clutching his legs and looking up with a face that commanded millions per film.

"Zhongshuo, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

She spoke tearfully, heartbreakingly, with actual tears sliding down her cheeks, no longer needing eye drops like during her tearful scenes in the past.

Huang Zhongshuo looked at her expressionlessly.

"Zhongshuo, things aren’t what you think, you know, how hard it’s been for me to come this far..."

"Slap!"

The dull sound of a slap echoed.

Yin Dailan collapsed onto the floor, finally unable to hold back, trembling as she sobbed quietly.

The room fell silent.

Huang Zhongshuo, who had dealt the slap, continued to smoke.

After a long while,

He discarded the cigarette butt.

"Think about how you’ll solve this."