Chapter 11: Lu Hui Can Take on Ten at Once

Lu Hui didn’t pay much attention to the news. After returning home, she took a hot bath. She hadn’t even stepped out of the bathroom when the internet was already in turmoil again.

A gossip blogger lurking in some internet backwater posted an anonymous tip: “Heiress gossip—Something juicy went down at the Cen family’s banquet. Is Lu Hui really about to become the wife of AS Group’s CEO?”

Anyone with a brain could see this was a ridiculous and reckless rumor. The comment section was instantly flooded with sarcastic replies:

“I’m calling it—this anonymous tipper is Lu Hui herself.”

“Lu Hui is so dedicated. Even in this situation, she’s still hyping herself up.”

“They actually have a CP fanbase now? Just earlier, I accidentally stumbled upon a Mary Sue fanfic of Lu Hui and CEO Xie. It was so cringe I practically clawed out a Disneyland from sheer secondhand embarrassment.”

“I’m laughing so hard my ribs hurt. You guys are so mean—can’t you just let her have her little fantasy? Hahaha.”

Her manager, Lin Tong, who had the instincts of an 8G internet surfer, simply turned a blind eye to the online chaos. With a deep breath and closed eyes, she pretended she had seen nothing. Let them mock—it wasn’t like getting roasted online would kill anyone.

Lately, Lin Tong had been lounging around at home with too much free time on her hands, so any bit of drama had to be shared with Lu Hui.

A WeChat message came in, blunt as ever: 【You’re getting dragged again.】

Lu Hui was still soaking in the tub, steam curling around her flushed face. She glanced at her phone, poked at the screen a couple of times, and replied: 【Tell me, has there ever been a day when I wasn’t getting dragged?】

Lin Tong thought for a moment. 【Sorry, but I don’t think there ever has been.】

Lu Hui: 【Let me go take a look.】

She quickly clicked on the link Lin Tong sent, scrolled through the comments without a flicker of emotion, muttered a quiet “Boring,” and logged off.

Lu Hui, the ultimate salted fish, and Lin Tong, the useless manager, had completely embraced their fate. Lu Hui had once considered hiring a PR team to fight back against online hate, but after finding out that deleting a single negative post could cost tens of thousands, she immediately abandoned the idea.

Getting insulted? Fine. Paying for damage control? Never happening.

The two of them carried on as usual, completely unbothered. Lu Hui slathered on a thick layer of night mask and fell asleep the moment she hit the bed.

Originally, the gossip post didn’t gain much traction, but in the middle of the night, the official Weibo account of AS Group suddenly shared the post—essentially confirming it. The news shot straight to the top of the trending list.

Then, in an unexpected twist, Xie Ran personally accepted a call from an entertainment reporter. In the interview, he openly acknowledged Lu Hui’s status and even claimed that the previous official denial had been a mistake by a company staff member.

“She is my one and only love.”

That was the last thing he said in the interview.

The journalist on the other end of the call was completely stunned. This kind of heartfelt confession was something they hadn’t seen in years.

After hanging up, the reporter stayed behind in the brightly lit office, tapping away at their keyboard while casually chatting with a colleague. “Who exactly is Lu Hui?”

The colleague, who hadn’t followed the drama, shrugged. “Not sure. Just know she’s an unpopular actress with a bad reputation.”

The reporter finished writing the article, uploaded it, and glanced at the clock—it was nearly midnight. Stretching, she sighed, “Xie Ran’s voice during the call was absurdly gentle. But I looked up Lu Hui’s photos—she really is a stunner.”

She had seen Xie Ran before and only remembered him as a cold, distant figure—someone utterly devoid of warmth, like the first icy rain of autumn, chilling people to the bone.

But tonight, his voice was overflowing with tenderness, speaking the gentlest words to his beloved.

Once the exclusive interview went live, it exploded across social media.

Lu Hui’s and Xie Ran’s names were side by side in the trending rankings. In less than three hours, what had initially been baseless gossip was now officially confirmed.

The people who had mocked Lu Hui earlier? Their faces were now burning with embarrassment.

Like it or not, they had to accept it—the voice in the interview was undeniably Xie Ran himself. The notoriously cold and aloof CEO had actually folded for someone.

Lu Hui, on the other hand, was in total panic mode. The moment she found out she had been forcibly assigned the role of Xie Ran’s fiancée, she rushed to clarify the situation.

“I’m not! I didn’t! Stop making things up! Stop ruining my reputation!”

“I seriously never thought this ridiculous rumor would turn out to be real. Is CEO Xie actually pursuing her?!”

“Miss Lu doesn’t even want the AS CEO’s wife title?? Absolute queen. I’m a fan now.”

“Is she always this straightforward and unbothered? What an adorable girl.”

Lu Hui was also forced to listen to Xie Ran’s declaration. She didn’t feel touched at all.

Men—when they talk, they sound even more convincing than singers. If you actually believe them, you’re a fool.

She had zero interest in Xie Ran’s heart—and even less in any of his other organs.

The only thing she wanted was to chase her dream in the entertainment industry in peace.

—

Back on set, Lu Hui continued filming. But something was off—the male lead, Yu Li, was suddenly sticking to her like glue.

Whenever they weren’t filming, he was constantly hovering around her.

And for some reason, he kept pestering her to sing with him.

Lu Hui was confused and exhausted. She pulled someone aside and asked, “Does Yu Li always act like this in other productions?”

“Nope,” they said. “He’s usually super aloof.”

Lu Hui raised an eyebrow. This guy is supposed to be ‘cold and distant’? She didn’t see it.

Sometimes, Yu Li would deliberately go off-key just to turn to her and ask, “Was that too high?”

Lu Hui: “Yes. Too high.”

Yu Li, completely unbothered: “Then you set the pitch for me.”

Lu Hui wasn’t a professional singer, but she was a jack-of-all-trades. After all, when she was doing transmigration missions, she had been trained in eighteen different skills to near perfection.

Singing, dancing, acting? Child’s play.

—

Unfortunately, their growing closeness didn’t go unnoticed. The private fan groups that followed Yu Li started harassing Lu Hui online.

At first, she ignored them. But as the days passed, the harassment escalated—she was now being followed and filmed in person.

And the worst part? They weren’t just taking photos; they were spreading fake rumors about her in live streams.

One night, after getting cornered and insulted one time too many, Lu Hui snapped.

She rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward.

Her icy stare made the troublemakers instinctively retreat.

“You—what do you want?” one girl stammered.

Lu Hui sneered. “What do you think? I’m gonna slap you.”

And slap, she did. The girl’s phone flew from her hand, shattering against the wall.

“Say one more word,” Lu Hui said flatly.

The girl went pale.

Lu Hui wasn’t just talking big—she could take on ten people at once.