My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 304: Ferocious Moves Like a Tiger

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Ferocious Moves Like a Tiger

Silence spread between the two until the voice of Uncle Lin came from outside the door, "Young Madam, time is almost up."

Yuran took a leap of faith, simply closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Bo Yan’s neck, and instinctively planted a kiss on his lips. Bo Yan had not expected this turn of events at all.

He wrapped his arms around Yuran’s waist and chuckled into her ear, "Quite passionate, baby."

Seemingly frightened by his teasing, Yuran’s face turned as red as fire. She pushed him away, then thought better of allowing herself to be intimidated. Why should she let him be so triumphant?

Was she really that much of a coward?

Taking a step forward, she pinched Bo Yan’s chin upward, "I’ll deal with you when I get back tonight."

With that, she slipped away, darting out of the door with a whoosh.

The warmth still flushed her face.

Bo Yan burst out laughing, his voice reaching outside through the not entirely closed door to Uncle Lin, who looked astonished as Yuran appeared before him, "Was that just... Master Bo’s voice? Is Master Bo back?"

Grinding her teeth in embarrassment, Yuran hummed affirmatively and quickly got into the car.

Watching her shy demeanor, Uncle Lin chuckled. He hadn’t realized their relationship was so good; he had to report this to the mistress when he got back.

Yuran had left some time ago, but Bo Yan was still standing in the doorway, the smile yet to fade from his lips. He shook his head with a smile, turned around, and went upstairs to sleep. His bed was still infused with Yuran’s scent, finally allowing him a good night’s sleep.

...

Outside the set of "Emperor Shun of Tang," reporters swarmed everywhere. Lin Zhan, having informed Yuran in advance, Uncle Lin took a long detour around the film city to drop her off in a quiet area.

The people arranged by Lin Zhan were already there to meet her.

Lin Zhan’s assistant received Yuran and complained, "Some journalists visited the hospital last night. They say Qu Dongdong’s right jaw was scratched and needed eight stitches. For a female artist, she’ll probably need cosmetic surgery. Now, Qu Dongdong’s fans are all dissing you, Yuran."

Because no one knew who the real person behind Bloodstained Battlefield Asura Sword was, the forwarded official blog of Yuran became the target of cyberbullying.

Everyone said she was wicked because it was just a trivial accident, yet she was so harsh as to forward that Koi’s official blog, after which Qu Dongdong’s incident happened.

As Lin Zhan’s assistant discussed this matter, there was a hint of concern for Yuran’s feelings, afraid of saying something that might bother her.

Yuran shook her head, wrapped in a long trench coat, "It’s okay. It’s just how the industry is. I’m fine. Is everyone in the crew okay? After all, I did cause this."

"Director Lin has never cared about outside noise," the assistant sighed, "At his age, he makes films not for the money anymore, and he never worries about how the press might diss him. Only Director Lin can be so tough."

Upon arriving at the set, the crew members and present lead actors all came to console her. Lan Yi directly said, "You didn’t know it would turn out this way when you forwarded it. It’s not your fault. Don’t worry about it."

Journalists, with all their malice and speculation, always go through a phase as artists; there’s not a single artist who hasn’t been nitpicked by the media.

But can you stop it?

You can’t.

Nobody knows whether there is a human or a ghost on the other end of the internet, what sort of mentality they have in judging you. The only thing you can do is be strong and fearless.

It’s not even worth arguing with such people; there’s no reasoning with them.

As for the comfort she received from everyone, Yuran felt grateful, but indeed, she couldn’t say much. She didn’t know what she could do. The insults on the internet were plentiful.

Although some people defended her, their voices were quickly drowned out by criticism.

Firstly, she hadn’t yet produced any noteworthy work, and secondly, her fan base was not that strong.

So even if Qu Dongdong brought out half of her fans to scold her, she couldn’t compete.

But you can’t beat having hardcore friends.

Bai LeyaoV: My mom says, be kind. During this time, I’ve really seen what deep malice is, @M.YU, don’t be afraid, I’m here! Always here!

Once the ringleader took the stage, the fight escalated.

It became Qu Dongdong’s fans scolding Yuran and Bai Leyao.

And naturally, Bai Leyao’s fans were defending their idol!

Bai Leyao has no shortage of fans either, the war of words escalated to trend on social searches.

Qu Dongdong’s fans were like this.

[Both stink, naturally they’d speak well of each other, huddling shamelessly together, it’s truly an eye-opener, impressive, really impressive.]

[Isn’t that the truth? Our homegirl Dongdong is still in the hospital feeling sad, and these two start celebrating their eternal friendship and trying to garner fans, how cheap is that.]

[Cheap people naturally flock together, two cheapos make a match, unbeatable in the whole world, who can compare, right?]

[Looking human but acting like dogs, none of them are any good.]

[...]

The insults were creatively varied and intriguing!

After being comforted, Yuran was sitting in her own spot, playing with her phone, checking her official blog, and meanwhile chatting with the little kid Bai Leyao, [Yuran: Yaoyao, why are you muddling through this mess? Silly or what?]

[Bai Leyao: You’re the silly one, I just like to be silly, what’s wrong with that? No one is allowed to scold you, hmph, it’s too much.]

[Yuran: I’m not even as mad as you are.]

[Bai Leyao: You’re big-hearted, if it weren’t for my brother not allowing it, I’d have entered the fray myself, tearing them apart. How dare they scold you, it’s infuriating.]

Yuran felt warmth in her heart, [Yaoyao, listen to your brother, don’t do that, okay?]

[Bai Leyao: Since you say so, okay, I’ll behave. But Ranran, won’t you retort?]

[Yuran: Your fans are so supportive, I don’t need to for now.]

[Bai Leyao: Oh.]

She thought the girl would calm down, but unbeknownst to her, after finishing chatting with Yuran, Bai Leyao pulled a sneaky move.

Bai LeyaoV: Offering a reward of 500,000 yuan, whoever trolls Qu Dongdong out, I’ll give them 500,000 yuan, official blog as proof.

Annan, who was constantly monitoring the official blog, almost dropped her phone, "Jesus, has Yaoyao lost her mind?"

Yuran: "??? What happened?"

"Look."

Annan handed over the phone, and Yuran, upon seeing it, was momentarily speechless and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It proved that Bai Leyao had a unique understanding of human ugliness.

For example, those who flipped sides to scold Qu Dongdong were plenty, mostly gloomy, venomous lurkers and keyboard warriors, whose level of insulting was unparalleled. Bai Leyao sat at home, holding chips and sipping a drink, watching the drama unfold.

When Bai Shaoyu arrived at her apartment, what he saw was just this scene, beyond words.