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Chapter 14: Fainting from Anger at a Green Tea
“Jiang Yaoyao, what the hell is going on?”
“If this drama can’t continue filming, just wait to be blacklisted!”
Two voice messages played in succession, carrying the furious tone of Xu Lu. Even through the screen, Jiang Yaoyao could feel the other party’s rage.
The rumors about this hot-tempered top agent were clearly not exaggerated.
Before Jiang Yaoyao could even reply, a screenshot was sent over.
On the trending topics list of Weibo, her name was sitting at the top, marked with a yellow [Hot] tag.
Her slender fingers exited WeChat and tapped open Weibo.
Countless notifications buzzed nonstop. A quick glance was enough to spot plenty of insults among the messages.
Jiang Yaoyao was completely bewildered.
In the original novel, her character should have already been dead by this point, with no plotlines related to her.
So why was she suddenly making such a big stir—and even trending?
She navigated to the “Discover” tab and clicked on the trending list, watching as her name climbed up another spot.
The reflection of her beautiful little face flickered on the screen. Her round almond eyes sharpened in focus.
The trending topic attached to her name linked to a widely shared and liked Weibo post.
Cen Zhiruo: “I can tolerate bad acting, but I can’t tolerate bad people. 🙂🙂”
Jiang Yaoyao blinked.
She had some impression of Cen Zhiruo—an important supporting character in the original novel. A glamorous queen of the entertainment industry, she was also very close to the delicate white-lotus female lead, Yan Leyao.
In fact, in the book’s comment sections, some fans even shipped Cen Zhiruo with Pei Heng.
But in the original plot, the stunning queen Cen Zhiruo and the cannon-fodder villainess Jiang Yaoyao never had any interactions…
The top comment, with tens of thousands of likes, came from a verified user:
Leyao: “It’s okay, sis. I’ll just avoid her in the future. 🤗”
Other highly liked comments followed:
Standing by a flower bed, the delicate beauty’s hair was tousled by the wind. She scrolled through the comments on her phone, her thick lashes trembling.
The fragile white-lotus daughter she once liked had truly changed.
Manipulating others, sowing discord.
Every word was carefully calculated.
She had her best friend Cen Zhiruo step in to defend her, then coordinated with her fans to control the narrative, dumping a huge pile of filth onto Jiang Yaoyao.
The production shutdown was due to script issues and Director Gu Zhang’s tax problems—this had already been reported in the news.
But somehow, when Yan Leyao spoke, it all became Jiang Yaoyao’s fault?
Unbelievable!
Just then, a new highly liked comment appeared:
True Bystander Eating Popcorn: “So Jiang Yaoyao shot herself in the foot? Tried to threaten the director for more screentime, but ended up ruining the whole thing? Serves her right! Go cry at home!”
The long-lashed little beauty tapped her screen lightly and replied to the comment:
“It wasn’t me. I’m not crying.”
The original commenter assumed some random user had changed their display name to “Jiang Yaoyao” as a joke and decided to play along:
“You’re not crying? I don’t believe it. Show me!”
The onlooking netizen, expecting a silly meme, clicked on the image casually—then froze.
On the screen was a breathtakingly beautiful face, fair and delicate. Her eyes were like clear water, pure and untainted, with their outer corners slightly upturned, creating a soft and alluring curve.
Her long lashes curled upwards, making her round apricot eyes look even bigger and brighter. Her lips, petal-like and dewy, had a slight upward tilt at the cupid’s bow.
A perfect blend of innocence and seduction.
Beautiful and delicate.
Cen Zhiruo’s Weibo post was already trending, attracting countless netizens who were fervently discussing the drama like a bunch of excited melon-eaters.
Suddenly, this soul-stealing, stunning face appeared in the comment section, instantly capturing everyone’s attention:
“Hi, my long-lost wifey whom I haven’t seen in years!”
“Holy sht! What kind of god-tier beauty is this? Since when did our entertainment industry have someone like her?!”
“She can’t be from the industry. If she were, she would’ve already obliterated the competition with that face!”
“Wife, please, I beg you, don’t keep the name ‘Jiang Yaoyao’ on Weibo! It’s cursed!”
“Wife! 🐶🌹 (Running towards you) (Ouch, stepped on a thorn) (Sad puppy noises)”
Jiang Yaoyao’s phone buzzed non-stop. Seeing the flood of “wife” comments popping up, she was momentarily speechless.
But soon, some people realized something was off.
“Wait a minute! It really is Jiang Clout-Chaser! Retreat, brothers, retreat!”
“Hold on—why does Jiang Yaoyao look so different all of a sudden? Did she get plastic surgery?”
“Plastic surgery monster, back off! I need to cleanse my eyes with the sight of the goddess Yan Leyao!”
“…To be fair, with this face, Jiang Yaoyao completely outshines Yan Leyao…”
“Let’s be real, Yan Leyao was never a true beauty to begin with. Not sure why her fans are so proud. Now even Jiang Clout-Chaser is prettier than her!”
“No way, no way, no way—does Jiang the shameless self-promoter actually have fans now? I guess plastic surgery really is a multi-purpose investment!”
Fans from different camps started battling it out in the comment section, arguing furiously.
Meanwhile, at the center of it all, the delicate white-lotus mastermind, Yan Leyao, scrolled through the comments, her lips curling up smugly.
But just then, her assistant let out a startled cry, her voice laced with panic.
“Yaoyao-jie, quick, look at Weibo—!”
At the same time, a notification popped up.
[A Decade in the Making—Renowned Director Gu Jinling Returns with His Final Masterpiece…]
Yan Leyao’s eyes lit up.
Gu Jinling! The legendary director born into wealth and power—he had only made four films in his career, yet each one was a massive hit.
Not just any hit—each of his movies had launched an actress to stardom. Every top-tier actress in the industry had secured their place in the industry thanks to a role in one of his films.
Everyone in the business dreamed of working with him, but Gu Jinling had high standards and never bothered with small-time actors.
Yan Leyao skimmed the article eagerly.
A historical drama. A Crown Princess lead. A female protagonist-centered story.
His final work before retiring.
There was no doubt this film would be enshrined as a cinematic masterpiece!
Yan Leyao’s hands trembled with excitement as she clutched her phone, her eyes shining with ambition.
“This is my chance! Even if I have to take a minor role—even if I have to pay to get in—I’ll do it!”
Her assistant hesitated and nervously pointed out:
“Yaoyao-jie… did you not read the last part?”
Yan Leyao’s gaze flicked downward as she tapped on the accompanying image of Gu Jinling’s Weibo post.
[Miss Jiang, may I have the honor of inviting you to join The Imperial Palace? @JiangYaoyao]
Yan Leyao’s vision went black.
She fainted.