My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 298: The Unparalleled Domineering Miss Yuran

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: The Unparalleled Domineering Miss Yuran

Yuran waved her hand, "As long as the senior likes it, there’s no need to be polite."

When Qu Dongdong returned after being scolded and saw that everyone had a share of Fuyunfang’s desserts except for herself, she glared at Yuran with annoyance. Yuran looked back at her with an undiminished smile, "Don’t look at me like that. Don’t forget, when I bought milk tea yesterday, you said you didn’t want any. The desserts from Fuyunfang also contain sugar, and I was just worried you wouldn’t like it?"

"Hmph... you just wait."

Qu Dongdong left the set in a huff, while everyone else was merrily getting along.

Lin Zhan came over, holding his share of the dessert, and remarked, "Yo, treating everyone again today? If you finish your scenes, won’t the crew miss you terribly?"

The crowd nodded in agreement, "Yeah, yeah, Director Lin never gives us treats, so stingy."

The old man glared furiously, "You little bastards, badmouthing me to my face."

"Hahaha..."

Off the set, Director Lin was just a kindly old man, but became particularly irritable when it came to filming and professional matters.

He could easily blend in with everyone, and he was humorous too. Lunchtime was just a brief while, and everyone happily finished their meals, feeling content as they indulged in desserts and sipped milk tea—it couldn’t have been more delightful.

Yuran gestured grandly, "Whatever you all want to drink tomorrow, just register with Annan here, it’s on me."

"Deal, I’ll have the Spring Full Hall from Fuyunfang."

"Me too, me too."

Although Yuran felt a tinge of apprehension at the thought, hoping that Qi Ge could handle not only the desserts but also the Spring Full Hall, before she could speak up, Lin Zhan scolded, "The lady is kindly offering to buy you drinks, don’t push your luck. Do you think it’s easy to queue up at Fuyunfang? Any more nonsense and there will be no treats tomorrow."

A chorus of wails ensued.

Everyone was just joking and then started saying, "Milk tea then, just milk tea, juice is fine too."

Yuran nodded, but still made a mental note of the Spring Full Hall, thinking of asking Qi Ge about it when the chance arose.

Qu Dongdong still couldn’t get her lines right in the afternoon, and she stubbornly blamed it on Yuran. Once or twice she let it go, but it happened so frequently that Yuran felt she would be made out to be an idiot.

So she stood up and said in a mocking tone, "I’ve heard an interesting story where a person couldn’t pick something up no matter how they tried. Not finding a way to resolve it is one thing, but blaming others for not carrying it home for them? Dream on.

If one lacks ability, putting in effort can still salvage the situation. But giving up on oneself, not even a sea of flames can save them."

A stifled snicker...

Many members of the crew struggled to hold back their laughter, watching Yuran tell a story earnestly but making things up, and despite the sarcasm in every sentence, the way she spoke was incredibly cute.

A pure deadpan, mocking yet deeply concerned.

The subtext was all too clear: with such poor ability, you don’t bother to try and save yourself, yet waste time here slandering them. There’s no cure for someone like you.

Qu Dongdong wasn’t foolish, she could understand perfectly well.

Her acting skills were completely overshadowed by Yuran. She was already frustrated, and now being scolded like this, she couldn’t take it. Putting up with Lin Zhan was one thing, as he was a well-known figure, but Yuran – what was she to dare to point fingers at her?

She pushed away the props in front of her, everything crashing to the ground with a clatter. Yuran stood up to avoid them but was cut on the back of her hand by a rebounding piece of porcelain, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the pain registered in her brain.

Annan witnessed the injury to her arm and his expression darkened instantly. He hurried over to shield Yuran behind him, "Senior Qu, what are you doing? Even if there’s a dispute, there’s no need to be so heartless."

Qu Dongdong, hands on her hips, face full of displeasure, "Heartless? She’s good at mocking others. Who started losing face first?"

No one expected this turn of events. As the commotion erupted and Yuran was injured, Lin Zhan’s face turned extremely ugly, "What’s going on, what’s the matter? Qu Dongdong, did I ask you to change the script? If you can’t act, get out of here right now."

Coming to Yuran’s side, Lin Zhan’s brow twitched sharply as he saw Annan covering Yuran’s hand with a tissue, blood beads oozing out.

Lan Yi was quick to react and well-experienced, directing her Little Assistant to bring over medicine. Yuran accepted this kindness and let Annan tend to her wound.

She looked up at Qu Dongdong with scornful eyes, "I thought Senior Qu was a graceful and thoughtful predecessor. Sorry, I take that back. And as for today’s incident, it’s not over."

Qu Dongdong, not even concerned about Lin Zhan beside her, pointed at her, "Are you threatening me?"

After treating her wound and putting on a band-aid, Yuran picked up her phone and rapidly typed away, then took a photo of her injury and posted it on her official Weibo account.

While editing the content, she also spoke to Lin Zhan, "Director Lin, we can’t tolerate intentional injury like this. I’m sorry for bringing trouble to the crew, but I can’t endure this."

She now had a backer. Why should she put up with this kind of injustice?

Of course not.

Lin Zhan: "..." He had originally been ready to demand justice angrily, but he hadn’t expected that he would be the one being pacified.

Lan Yi’s Little Assistant approached her, puzzled, asking Lan Yi, "Is this Yuran being too impulsive in handling things? In this circle, who doesn’t know Qu Dongdong is..."

Lan Yi raised her eyebrows, interrupting the assistant, "Well, that’s not necessarily the case. Just watch."

[M.YU: During the shooting of "Emperor Shun of Tang," someone addicted to dragging the performance down also tried to make me take the fall. I swore not to comply. Do I seem like someone easy to subdue and spineless? Of course not. So I had a spat with the person, and they overturned props, resulting in my injury. I’m really not convinced. I ask you, is it too much to demand an apology? @Qu Dongdong, [Photo]]

Qu Dongdong’s assistant suggested following Yuran, because being in the same crew, not following seemed inappropriate. Soon, a notification popped up.

Not just for her.

Almost the entire crew received the notification, and after seeing the message, everyone was at a loss for words.

This is what you call a direct confrontation. She scorned the idea of beating around the bush.

Yuran’s official Weibo post defined direct confrontation.

The number of followers on Yuran’s official Weibo wasn’t particularly high or low, but the post rapidly spread and soon started trending.

Not for any other reason, but because Miss Yuran was so upfront!

An artist who demanded an apology with such righteousness and named names? They had never seen such a thing before! In the entertainment industry, most know how to keep up appearances; even two feuding female artists at the same event would pretend to be friendly.

In reality, who knows how they would secretly manipulate cyber armies and pay for smear campaigns against each other.

But Miss Yuran, she wasn’t afraid to stir things up, confronting the matter directly, not playing those insincere games.