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Chapter 927: Gentle Township, the Heroes’ Grave

Chapter 927: Gentle Township, the Heroes’ Grave

Overnight, a couple shares a hundred days of grace.

Or perhaps the gentle land is the heroes’ graveyard.

Yin Dailan’s rise to a top-tier celebrity status, despite having little to boast about beyond her looks, couldn’t have happened without Huang Zhongshuo’s substantial support.

Men of his age, after decades in the entertainment industry, have seen all types of women.

Of course.

It’s also possible that Yin Dailan is exceptionally skilled at dealing with men; either way, the revered "Sect Hierarch," Huang Zhongshuo, undoubtedly developed genuine feelings for her.

In other words,

he wasn’t just playing around; he intended to marry Yin Dailan.

Thus, even after such an incident, an enraged Huang Zhongshuo drove straight to Xiao Shan, and after slapping his girlfriend, he didn’t abandon her. Amidst Yin Dailan’s tearful, sobbing voice, he began to manage the aftermath.

Events like these are rife in the entertainment industry.

The filth and underbelly of this circle far exceed the public’s imagination.

It could be said that behind most of the glamorous stars lies an inglorious past. There are those who emerge unscathed, but they are exceedingly rare.

So, you see,

everyone’s got something dirty under their belt; the difference merely lies in whether it’s been exposed or not.

To elaborate,

the so-called "house collapsing" scandals of stars that have happened throughout history are never truly accidental.

Just like Yin Dailan firmly believed someone was plotting against her,

why was it that only her dark history was systematically revealed?

There surely was someone with intent behind it.

Having struggled in the circle for decades, Huang Zhongshuo was of course aware of this, and upon hearing the news, despite his anger, he still tried to extinguish this firestorm as rapidly as he could.

The result was clear.

He failed.

After years of striving, he had achieved significant social status, and in the vanity fair of show business, he had impressive credentials. He might not match the top moguls who set the rules, but in this industry, he was certainly among the leadership class.

Yet, even so, his painstakingly developed network of powerful contacts proved utterly ineffective in the face of this crisis.

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

Huang Zhongshuo stood in front of the window, gazing solemnly outside at the hotel exterior, his ability to suppress his fury alone was enough for many to learn from.

Yin Dailan was still lying on the floor, covering her face, her hair disheveled, her eyes brimming with confusion and tears as she shook her head blankly.

"Zhong Suo, you know as well as I do, I’ve been recording shows these past two months..."

Her voice trailed off, and tears continued to fall unceasingly, a truly pitiful sight.

The pain on her face, her means of livelihood, still throbbed intensely, and as Yin Dailan slowly sat up, covering her face, she appeared heartbroken and fragile, yet inside she was secretly rejoicing.

Ever since they met at a business banquet, her boyfriend had been extremely caring. Once they officially became a couple, he had been responsive to her every request, pampering her like a little princess.

He had never even spoken harshly to her, let alone raised his hand.

That slap was hard, but Yin Dailan felt it was worth it. Compared to him storming out and slamming the door, she would rather endure a few more slaps.

"Think carefully about it."

"I really haven’t..."

Yin Dailan’s voice still carried a choked quality that easily stirred protective instincts, "Zhong Suo, is there a possibility that someone is targeting you, and that’s why they’re using me..."

Well, say no more.

Although many criticized her for lacking emotional intelligence, this trending actress was anything but stupid.

The way she diverted attention was impressively slick, instantly shifting the blame onto Huang Zhongshuo, while casting herself as a sacrificial victim. Moreover, it considerably downplayed her past scandals in the context of this incident.

Even Huang Zhongshuo hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was possible. His relationship with Yin Dailan was common knowledge. Attacking Yin Dailan could well be an indirect hit at him.

"Are you sure you haven’t offended someone recently?"

Huang Zhongshuo turned around.

Yin Dailan shook her head vigorously, tears flying as she cried even more pitifully, as if she had endured the greatest injustice, "Zhongshuo, you have to believe me. If you don’t, there are so many people from the crew you can ask."

Huang Zhongshuo kept silent.

Then, he said something.

"Stop crying."

His words only made things worse. Yin Dailan’s tears became uncontrollable, like beads falling off a snapped string; her delicate makeup had already blurred.

Ordinarily, Huang Zhongshuo would have been quick to comfort his girlfriend, helping her up and wiping away her tears, but he remained motionless this time.

"Crying won’t solve anything. You still have to record the show. You don’t want everyone to see your eyes all red and swollen, do you?"

Finally, Yin Dailan started to sob and wipe her tears.

She certainly understood the principle of moderation too well.

This time her boyfriend was probably really angry. He hadn’t come over to comfort her yet, and continuing to cry might only have the opposite effect, annoying him further.

No matter who was behind this, whether it was targeted at her or not, Yin Dailan was crystal clear about one thing.

She absolutely couldn’t afford to lose the support of her boyfriend at a time like this.

Yin Dailan got up from the ground, reached into the tissue box on the coffee table, and delicately and weakly wiped her tears with a few tissues.

If only she could apply such acting to more legitimate pursuits, maybe she wouldn’t have attracted so much criticism.

Of course.

She might not care at all.

This was evident when she responded naturally to a journalist’s question about her being overpaid during an interview.

She believed she deserved an eight-figure salary.

That was true.

She wasn’t a formally trained actress, after all.

The only reasons she got to act in those productions were her popularity, fame, and support from influential connections.

Yin Dailan’s line of thought couldn’t be considered wrong; it might even be truthful.

In the era where popularity ruled, it seemed acting talent was worthless. It was like what a certain famous director once said: the audience doesn’t appreciate quality. They’ll watch whatever is given to them, even if it’s a pile of shit, and they’ll savor it all the same.

"Zhongshuo, I’ll take a few days off, okay? You’ve come all this way; let me spend some time with you."

Yin Dailan’s eyelashes were wet with tears, as she offered a damp tissue to her boyfriend in a gesture of goodwill.

"Do you want another accusation of throwing around your star power?"

Huang Zhongshuo was unimpressed, "Just do the work you’re supposed to do."

Yin Dailan didn’t dare argue and obediently murmured in agreement, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

After speaking, she fluttered her dense eyelashes, her voice tender and vulnerable, "Zhongshuo, I’ve been filming all day, and I’ve sweated quite a bit. I would like to take a shower, but it’s difficult with my injured hand. Could you help me wash?"

She had perfected this kind of strategy to a fine art, and it was nearly fail-proof.

Huang Zhongshuo looked at her tear-stained face and her teasing, coy eyes. While annoyance flooded him, an urgent heat also surged up to vent his frustration.

"Ah!"

He stormed over, grabbed Yin Dailan’s delicate arm with a strong pull, and with a startled cry from her, he dragged her to the bathroom and shoved her into the bathtub.