CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: [SU YAN LIN BANYAN]

After using straightforward language to make Zhao Yu shut up, Mu Qiu could finally browse Weibo in peace.

She hadn’t yet seen Lin Banyan’s support for Shi Yuhuai.

The tablet was placed in front of her as she clicked into the related gossip about Lin Banyan and Shi Yuhuai. Mu Qiu took a sip of soy milk, her eyes fixated on the page. After reading a few lines, the edge of her pinky touched the screen to scroll it down a bit, and she continued to browse while drinking the soy milk.

Since last night, the issue concerning Shi Yuhuai has escalated quite a bit. However, though the central incident was about Shi Yuhuai almost pushing her to a fall, the real sparks that ignited this dark fire were rumors unrelated to the incident. For example, allegations that Shi Yuhuai monopolized resources intended for Jiali, orchestrated efforts to push Lin Banyan out of Jiali, a model trying to break into the entertainment industry by throwing money to get into "Different Variety Show," and accusations that he, as a grown man, pretended to be cute but failed, hence used a cold face to act naively cute...

Of course, the negative information includes the inevitable "intruding on relationships," "chaotic private life, sleeping his way up," and "having a sugar patron behind him" kinds of ancient rumors.

"Different Variety Show" is backed by Changtong, featuring major influencers like Cheng Zhirang, Su Yan, Shi Yuhuai, and Li Yang. Its rise was so evident that it attracted a lot of apprehension and jealousy. Unable to attack the show, going after its guests became a prime choice.

So first, it was the rumors about Su Yan and Shu Ran, baseless stories about Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu, followed by negative information about Shu Ran, then Shi Yuhuai. Inevitably, there will be negative news about Guan Yu and Li Yang, especially Li Yang.

Li Yang is the emerging star, newly popular and young. If a scandal or character issue surfaces now, it would certainly attract a lot of attention, especially since his fan base consists mostly of female fans. The backlash could be significant then.

Humans fear fame as pigs fear getting fat, that’s how it goes.

Now that Lin Banyan just showed a bit of support for Shi Yuhuai, all kinds of love and hatred stories are coming online. The main opinions are divided into two factions: one believes Lin Banyan’s enthusiastic support indicates a certain relationship with Shi Yuhuai, perhaps she stepped down from the T-stage as Jiali’s Princess to ensure Shi Yuhuai’s Crown Prince position; the other believes that this support is actually Lin Banyan’s sarcasm, compelled by company pressure to make a statement, then imagines a story where the two are arch-enemies.

In conclusion, there’s definitely something between Lin Banyan and Shi Yuhuai.

Mu Qiu finished her soy milk, chewing on a sandwich, thinking aimlessly about these gossips.

She also thought there might be something between Lin Banyan and Shi Yuhuai, but as of now, it probably wasn’t about love.

The Crown Prince and Princess, well, it depends on whether Jiali’s boss is a daughter-favoring or Crown Prince-favoring type.

After slowly finishing the not-so-tasty homemade sandwich, she took a sip of soy milk, swallowed it, and frowned as she recalled the taste of that small sandwich Chengcheng had given her last time.

Her fingers scrolled casually on Weibo, clicking into the trending list. The top three had changed to even more explosive news.

#Su Yan Lin Banyan#

#Shi Yuhuai Lin Banyan#

#Su Yan cold-faced watching the show#

#Su Yan attending the show before waking up#

All were trending and hot, with Shi Yuhuai managing to snag the only "hot" tag through "ability," while everything related to Su Yan was explosive.

Mu Qiu raised an eyebrow and casually clicked into a trending video to take a look.

Apparently, it was a video of Su Yan attending Lin Banyan’s runway show early in the morning before he was even fully awake. It happened to be a summer collection from some international luxury brand, with minimal fabric.

The graceful models swayed on stage, with Su Yan sitting below with a cold face, not moving his head at all, unclear if he was there to watch the show or to catch up on sleep.

Only when Lin Banyan appeared did he finally sit up straight, his head turning in sync with her steps on the runway, yet his face remained expressionless, determined to embody the phrase "High Peak Snow" thoroughly and precisely.

The comments below were incredulous.

[Brother... hasn’t gotten up this early in three years, right???]

[Yan Shen doesn’t like getting up early... What does this mean?!!!]

[Come on, did my brother go there to watch a show or to collect debts?]

[Cover brother’s eyes! Why has brother suddenly taken such an interest in shows?]

[Does he really like this Lin Banyan? What’s going on?]

[Seriously, is something happening?]

[I don’t believe it! Don’t spread or believe rumors!]

[Does brother have absolutely no reaction to all those women with slender waists?]

[Brother, do you suddenly like long legs like yours?]

[Brother is not even old enough to be dating!]

Fans’ statements were both rational and exaggerated; Mu Qiu didn’t look long, clicking into the video again.

Although Su Yan showed no expression in the video, he undeniably exuded an aura of a magnate. In particular, sitting back in that black suit while scrutinizing the catwalk models instantly reminded her of Cheng Zhirang from the show, always seated in the back seat.

Cheng Zhirang’s candid photos often featured him wearing black suits, giving each picture an air of elegance and dignity.

Finally, the picture displayed on the tablet on the dining table shifted from gossip about Su Yan and Lin Banyan to a fan photo of Cheng Zhirang in a black suit.

In black and white quality, his suit immaculate, a Windsor knot, an orange lapel pin, metal cufflinks, with the standard 2.3 cm of the shirt cuff showing beyond the jacket sleeve, and his gentle smile aimed close at the camera.

Mu Qiu looked steadily at the picture, her fingers gently stroking the edge of the tablet, as if through this action, trying to touch the person in the photo.

She looked for a long time until the breakfast left on the table had gone cold, and the shadow cast by the dining table on the ground had shrunk, the clock ticking to 11:00.

She didn’t know how to express the inspiration this photo gave her, only feeling an impulse filling her limbs, desperate to find an outlet, a release to let that impulse flow out and burst forth.

At 11:30, Mu Qiu casually tossed the tablet aside, ran into the bedroom, grabbed her computer and some paper and pens, and tucked herself into that secure-feeling corner.

Outside the dining table, the breakfast hadn’t been cleared, the curtains in the sunny part of the living room hadn’t been drawn, nor was there any plan to have lunch.

She quickly scribbled line after line on the pristine white sticky notes, then opened her laptop, expanding and refining those recorded phrases into a story segment.

The sound of typing echoed in the bedroom for more than an hour. Mu Qiu was fully absorbed, her expression alternating between seriousness and satisfaction, ultimately revising and editing into a 3,900-word character sketch.

After reading it over twice, she nervously sent the segment to Cheng Zhirang.

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Don’t think it’s exaggerated; this is my normal. I can forget about eating and sleeping when reading novels, and it’s the same when inspiration strikes. Sometimes I’ll nap for half an hour and write down a dream story before my eyes even get used to the light, because dreams are quickly forgotten.

Writing is truly something magical.