Chapter 68: They Say I’m the Daughter of the Queen Mother Descending to Earth

Butler Li’s intentions were good.

However, he completely forgot that the rebellious mentality of contemporary netizens is even stronger than his nephew who dyed his hair blonde and wore earrings back in high school.

The faster the marketing accounts deleted posts, the more convinced people became that Mu Ruo had some scandal, so they flocked to comment on Xia Wanwan’s variety show videos.

Now, Mu Ruo was not only labeled as a “green tea bitch” and a “rich second-generation,” but also a “rich second-generation” who could manipulate capital.

Even if Butler Li had the longest arms, he couldn’t reach to make the production team delete an entire episode.

When Mu Ruo woke up in the morning, her phone was buzzing with notifications.

She looked at her phone in confusion, reading through message after message.

Oh, it turned out she was being cyberbullied.

Mu Ruo calmly got up, washed her face, brushed her teeth, changed clothes, and then calmly went downstairs for breakfast.

Butler Li suddenly realized he had made a mistake.

However, with his employer abroad and a project worth billions of dollars underway, Butler Li didn’t dare to disturb the busy Fu Jianzhi again after having already done so once yesterday.

Mu Ruo took a sip of milk and a bite of croissant.

Butler Li quickly confessed, recounting the events of yesterday in detail.

After finishing, Butler Li looked guilty: “Sigh. I’ll let Mr. Fu deduct a month’s salary from me.”

Actually, Butler Li had only ever received various large red envelopes and had never had his salary deducted.

It was only after Mu Ruo came that he realized Mr. Fu knew that the thing employees care about the most is money and would use salary deductions as a means of threat.

Mu Ruo nonchalantly separated her roasted tomatoes: “Oh, it’s fine, I know you’re doing this for my sake—”

Butler Li shed two large tears of guilt. He knew that Madam was indeed understanding.

“If one day Mr. Fu and I divorce, Butler Li, you can arrange a job with a million annual salary as compensation for me.”

Butler Li wiped away his tears: “That’s not possible. I have professional ethics. However, I know quite a few rich second-generation types, each with at least a few billion. If you and Mr. Fu really divorce, I can introduce you to someone. Some of them are gay and want a marriage of convenience to maintain their image.”

Mu Ruo: “?”

Butler Li: “Although they’re not as handsome as Mr. Fu or as generous—after all, their assets are only a fraction of Mr. Fu’s—they’re guaranteed to be decent. And, with a marriage of convenience, you could receive money and still play around outside.”

Mu Ruo suddenly felt curious about Fu Jianzhi’s situation.

In the book, Fu Jianzhi only had the original protagonist as a marriage partner, and there was no indication of any other romantic involvement.

Even with the beloved female lead Xia Wanwan, he showed no interest.

Mu Ruo: “Mr. Fu wouldn’t—”

“Oh, that’s not the case. Mr. Fu has never loved anyone.”

Mu Ruo: “Oh, okay. In the high society, they’re like icebergs until they meet their destined one. Uncle Li, if I get kicked out by Fu Jianzhi, you need to find me another match.”

Butler Li still felt a bit guilty: “Madam, aren’t you upset about being bashed so badly?”

Butler Li had lived many years and didn’t like being criticized.

Especially not by someone as young as her.

Mu Ruo sprinkled black pepper on her food and dipped her bread in tomato sauce: “As a woman, you should have the courage to face rumors and gossip—”

Before she could finish, Butler Li took out his phone: “Someone said your nose is fake. A normal person can’t have such a slim and straight nose. I’d like to know if it’s true.”

“Ridiculous!” Mu Ruo retorted indignantly, “I was born this way, a natural beauty. The nurses who held me said I was the daughter of the Queen Mother descending to earth.”

Butler Li: “…”

Mu Ruo pinched the tip of her nose: “Can a fake nose be pinched like this?”

Butler Li: “…No.”

Well, Madam isn’t quite as indifferent as she seems.

Mu Ruo transformed into a fiery dragon, stabbing at the tomatoes on her plate with her fork.

Damn this world!

Damn this author!

She’s already changed bodies and isn’t doing anything bad anymore—why is she still being forced into the antagonist’s role?

If this keeps up, Mu Ruo might actually end up targeting Xia Wanwan like the original text described!

She hasn’t even had her fill of being a vicious supporting character, and now she’s suffering as one.

Forget about it—let’s move on!

After finishing her breakfast, Mu Ruo looked at the large mansion worth billions and checked the money in her bank account, reconsidering her earlier thoughts.

Hmm, given the money, it’s not too bad after all.

Butler Li watched as Mu Ruo went from a raging dragon to a serene fairy in a second, feeling a bit worried—could it be that Madam has become a little deranged after spending too much time with Mr. Fu?

But then again, Mr. Fu hadn’t asked them to prepare any condoms, so it shouldn’t be that severe…

And it’s not contagious.

As Mu Ruo went upstairs, her phone suddenly rang. It was a call from Huo Minli.

“Hey, what’s going on, little apprentice? You’ve turned into a black and red sensation overnight!”

Mu Ruo: “…”

Feeling frustrated to the point of gritting her teeth.

Huo Minli: “I’ll post something nice for you on Weibo later—”

“Don’t, Minli. Don’t do that.”

Mu Ruo knew how the netizens’ attitudes worked; they’d criticize for a while and then forget. Although Huo Minli is a top actress, public opinion could turn against her in an instant.

Besides, Huo Minli had a reputation for being outspoken and confrontational with the media, and there were plenty of old scandals from her younger days. Bringing those up wouldn’t be good.

Mu Ruo was okay with being criticized but didn’t want to drag her friend down with her.

Huo Minli sighed: “That little green tea bitch is really toxic. I don’t know who’s supporting her, but I want to see what kind of storm she can stir up without any real work. Didn’t you say the previous script’s logic was off? An old friend of mine is making a new film and needs someone for a pretty important role. You should have seen his work—Director Song Chu of The Demon Cave.”

Mu Ruo: “Director Song? Is his crew in need of someone?”

Huo Minli sighed: “There are a lot of action scenes, often involving wire work without stunt doubles. Training takes half a year, and they shoot in sub-zero temperatures for days in thin clothes. Many young actors can’t handle this hardship, and a lot have been eliminated for their appearance. I’m injured and can’t take on this role myself. I think you fit the character, but I don’t know if you can handle the hardship. If you’re interested in auditioning, I’ll send you the contact information on WeChat.”

Mu Ruo: “Okay.”

Mu Ruo didn’t mind enduring some hardship while filming. She originally entered the industry to earn money for her family’s medical expenses, but she eventually grew to truly enjoy acting. She planned her career seriously and put her all into every role, aiming to make the director and the audience remember her.

If she wanted to avoid hardship for more money, she’d have gone for idol dramas instead.