Chapter 039: The Rise of the Anti-Fans

In the end, Fang Yimeng was limping slightly as Lu Jingshan helped her into the Mercedes-Benz. Once the passenger door closed and the driver’s door opened, the man’s low voice carried a helpless tone.

“Sure, you can live without me. But was it really necessary to avoid the main road and insist on taking the back alley?”

“Hey! You’ve been nagging all the way here—now you’re still at it while driving?” Fang Yimeng snapped, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She looked like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on—bristling, baring her teeth at Lu Jingshan. Her small fists clenched threateningly and waved in front of his face.

He let out a couple of amused chuckles in his deep, pleasant voice. Whatever he was about to nag her about, he swallowed it back.

“I’ll have the family doctor drop by to take a look at your ankle later. And I’ll ask your personal assistant to come care for you tonight.”

He only said this after steering the car onto the main road.

Fang Yimeng let out a light huff. She tested her ankle—thankfully, the pain had mostly subsided. She figured it wasn’t worth bothering Li Ke over.

Since someone had previously snapped photos of her and Lu Jingshan entering and leaving the apartment together, they were more cautious this time. Once they arrived at the underground garage, Fang Yimeng insisted her foot was fine, and the two of them returned to the 19th floor one after the other.

Under the warm yellow lights of Unit 1902, even the minimalist interior felt cozy.

Meng Qing and Li Ke were seated in the living room supervising the crew of Close Your Eyes at 11:30 as they installed cameras.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Meng. We’ve only installed cameras in the master bedroom. As per the contract, we won’t touch anything else. One of our producers will remain in the living room, so please also have someone from your side present, just in case.”

The show’s executive producer, Director Lin, was seated on the adjacent couch.

Just as Meng Qing was about to say something, the handle of the 1902 front door turned. A man’s clear but concerned voice echoed from the hallway:

“If you’re not feeling well, call me—don’t try to tough it out.”

“I got it! You talk too much,” Fang Yimeng replied, turning back with a familiar, flirtatious tone.

It worked. The man didn’t nag her any further.

Inside, the people sitting on the sofa exchanged awkward glances. As outsiders, Director Lin and the production team looked especially uncomfortable.

Fang Yimeng placed her high heels in the shoe cabinet and was just about to walk barefoot into the apartment—only to freeze when she saw the bright lights in the living room.

Li Ke stood at the entryway, smiling awkwardly but politely. “They’re… all here.”

That’s when Fang Yimeng finally remembered: the crew was supposed to arrive around 3 or 4 p.m.

Li Ke didn’t respond verbally—her actions said enough.

Fang Yimeng: “…”

At this point, there was no salvaging the situation. No matter what she said, it would look like she and Lu Jingshan were more than just acquaintances.

Director Lin looked visibly unsettled. Meng Qing let out a forced chuckle, but since Fang Yimeng remained frozen at the entryway, no one dared say a word. The tech crew focused on installing the equipment, and the female producer buried her head in the script.

Several minutes passed before the tense atmosphere finally eased. Wearing fuzzy slippers and composed once more, Fang Yimeng calmly stepped into the living room.

“Hello, Director Lin. I look forward to working with you.”

She approached with a smooth handshake and a friendly, approachable attitude.

Given how clearly she had stated her position, Director Lin couldn’t afford to act clueless. After all, within the entertainment circle, there was a well-known but unspoken truth about Fang Yimeng: her backing wasn’t just her powerful family—she also had the support of the CEO of Hualing Group.

This entire show was made possible thanks to Hualing.

So if this heiress just wanted to dabble in showbiz for fun and wasn’t causing trouble with the production schedule, Director Lin had no reason to object.

After the introductions were complete, Director Lin and the large team exited the apartment, leaving only the female producer from the last interview and Li Ke behind.

The promotional campaign for Close Your Eyes at 11:30 had already launched a week earlier, featuring several celebrities to drum up hype. Any celeb with even minor fame had already been name-dropped by entertainment gossip accounts.

Teaser clips from the previous interviews had been posted to social media days ago.

So far, audience expectations looked promising.

Fang Yimeng told the two girls to make themselves comfortable. After removing her makeup and washing up, she wrapped her damp hair in a towel turban, put on a pink bathrobe, and sat in front of the livestream setup.

She was absentmindedly scrolling through Weibo on her phone.

A few trending posts on the real-time feed caught her eye.

@AliLiLiCat:
“Everyone knows the two ‘rival’ camps in The Actor’s livestream. But today’s contrast was just hilarious. I used to hear that F-Flower had a terrible temper, but after watching today’s stream, L-Flower is the selfish one. Video.mp4“

Fang Yimeng tapped on the video and saw a side-by-side view from two different livestream setups: in Liao Ran’s stream, five people sat stiffly like props, while her own stream showed her and her co-stars actively engaging with the chat. At least the trainees didn’t look like they were being ignored.

That post had thousands of comments, the most popular one coming from one of Liao Ran’s biggest fans.

@FlirtyUnawareRan:
“Blogger, you’re disgusting. Don’t compare them. F’s only got one trainee—there’s no need for equal attention, okay? Our Ran has multiple trainees, and their combined traffic easily beats that one Ou trainee. Try comparing it to the BLC camp’s stream if you’re so brave.“

This fangirl clearly lacked social tact. With just one post, she managed to offend several fanbases at once.

In response, hordes of Sunflowers (Fang Yimeng’s fans) flooded the comments to push back. The whole thread turned into a shouting match.

As things escalated, Ou Xiangchen’s agent had to step in and contact the major fan account to calm things down. The Sunflowers eventually withdrew, but now Liao Ran’s fans were fully mobilized—and it was pretty humiliating to see them gang up on a rookie trainee.

After a bit of internal discussion, Liao Ran’s big fan accounts made their move:

They invaded Fang Yimeng’s super-topic en masse.

Fang Yimeng, who was watching it all unfold live, was stunned—complete with a row of question marks over her head.

What kind of weird maneuver was this?

Just hours ago, her super-topic had been filled with happy screenshots and memes from the emo livestream. Now, a sudden flood of anti-fans stormed in with ID tags targeting her fanbase.

@RanGoddessBeauty:
“LOL, turns out Fang Yimeng really has no fanbase. Her whole super-topic is just anti-fans.”

@HoldingUpTheAnti-Fan Sky:
“Why are shameless people showing up in here? Is this some new way to crash a party?”

@EmoSisterAntiFanBoss:
“@RanGoddessBeauty @RanBigFans Take your trashy little crew and get the hell out of our super-topic. If your idol has no class, maybe it’s no surprise her fans don’t either.”