#Yuli, Get Out of the Entertainment Industry#
That night, Yuli once again topped the trending list. Yang Jie's phone kept buzzing in her pocket, making her anxious and unsure of what to do to calm things down.
As the person at the center of the controversy, Yuli was getting a beauty treatment.
"Can you put it on silent? It's so noisy," she said, annoyed.
"My dear Yuli, it's already late at night. How can you still complain about the noise?" Yang Jie was at her wit's end. She showed Yuli two comments from fans: "Yuli, go die!" and "This scum doesn't deserve to exist in this world." Some even posted malicious photos of Yuli.
"Why did you provoke Yumo for no reason? You only bring trouble to me!" Yang Jie sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Meanwhile, Yuli was calm and collected, acting like nothing was happening.
"Stop worrying. This is a perfect opportunity to gain more followers," Yuli said in a nonchalant tone.
"I know you hate Yumo, but why can't we talk about it behind her back? Your behavior is only digging your own grave," Yang Jie said, raising her hand to her forehead. She felt dizzy and sat down on a nearby chair, closing her eyes and massaging her temples.
After her emotions calmed down, she felt better.
"How about this? You apologize to Yumo, and we calm down the fans' anger first," Yang Jie suggested.
"Apologize? Why should I apologize? I didn't do anything wrong," Yuli said, sitting up and absentmindedly adjusting her sleeve. "I'll take a few days off and cancel all my upcoming gigs. If anyone asks, just say it's not convenient to talk about it."Yang Jie didn't know what to do. Unlike the agents of big companies, who manage their artists, she was hired by Yu Li and had to listen to her in everything. Well, it didn't matter, adding another black mark to her history wouldn't make a difference. She just hoped that time would eventually fade everything away. However, she had a lot of work to do next. Since a while ago, her phone had been ringing non-stop with calls from reporters of various entertainment magazines. Yang Jie simply turned off her phone and enjoyed the peace and quiet.
At the Ren Group, the atmosphere in the CEO's office was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. Ning Yuan let the cold sweat on his forehead drop into his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe it off. "Gudong--" an extremely discordant sound of swallowing saliva rang out, and Ning Yuan lowered his head even more. "Ning Yuan," a voice as cold as ice without any warmth sounded, and Ning Yuan's voice trembled as he replied, "Mr. Ren." "Where is Yu Li?" "Madam is at the beauty salon, and she asked me to tell you that she won't be coming home tonight."
After Ning Yuan finished speaking, there was a dead silence. "Well done," Ren Jingchen's voice was almost squeezed out of his teeth, grinding his teeth, his palm on the desk clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Ning Yuan's facial muscles were twitching slightly due to nervousness. "Mr. Ren, Madam didn't mean to do it, there must be... something difficult to explain?" Ning Yuan even felt that his own reason was too lame. What could be difficult to explain? The video of the specific incident had already been released.
In the video, the way Yu Li looked so aggressive really made people hate her. "Postpone the meeting until tomorrow," Ren Jingchen said, getting up from his seat and leaving without looking back. By the time Ning Yuan reacted, Ren Jingchen was already nowhere to be seen. "Oh no!" was the first thought that came to Ning Yuan's mind. Should he call the next chairman of the board? With that in mind, Ning Yuan hesitated for a moment before dialing the chairman's assistant's number. "Hello? This is Ning Yuan. I need to speak to the chairman about an important matter."...
At the People's Hospital of the First City, a large crowd of reporters and fans were gathered downstairs. Ren Jingchen noticed the situation from a distance and instructed the driver to stop on the side of the road instead of driving in. Ren Jingchen's deep black eyes darkened as he dialed a familiar number on his phone. "Beep beep," the mechanical sound rang twice before a soft voice answered, "Hello?" "I'm downstairs at the hospital," Ren Jingchen said without saying anything else. "Don't come up, you'll be photographed," Yu Moer said with a hint of concern. "I'm fine, don't worry." Ren Jingchen suppressed the dull pain in his chest and asked, "What did the doctor say?" "It's a minor problem, nothing serious," Yu Moer replied. Although she didn't explain the situation in detail, Ren Jingchen could guess the nature of her condition. Yu Moer had injured her Achilles tendon when she fell while dancing that year. At the time, the doctor had warned her that if she wanted to keep using that foot, she couldn't dance anymore, including any intense physical activity in her daily life.As her old injury flared up again, Mo'er must be in a lot of pain. Ren Jingchen closed his eyes and opened them again, his gaze clear. "Rest well, I'll come see you another day."
"Okay," Mo'er replied.
After hanging up the phone, Ren Jingchen coldly ordered his driver, "Go to the beauty salon." The black Rolls-Royce slowly drove away, disappearing completely into the night.
"Click—" A flash fell, so fast that it was almost imperceptible.
The smell of disinfectant lingered in the air of the hospital room, which Mo'er had always hated since she was a child. She had asked to be discharged from the hospital more than once.
"Now that the cast is on, the doctor said you can go home to rest," Ning Yuan said, looking at Mo'er with a helpless expression.
"Okay, Ning Yuan, let me go home!" Mo'er sighed and leaned against the head of the bed, boredly scrolling through her phone with her alternate account on Weibo.
"That was Ren Jingchen just now?" Ning Yuan asked tentatively, seeing that Mo'er had become completely quiet.
"Mm-hmm," Mo'er replied, her fingertips pausing slightly on the screen.
"Mo'er, he's now married to Yu Li, and they're legally married. You need to be clear-headed and not have any contact with this man anymore!" Ning Yuan's expression was serious.
"Ning Yuan, you're only responsible for my work. As for my personal relationships, I'm afraid you're not qualified to interfere," Mo'er said, her face expressionless.
Yu Mo'er's fingers tightened around her phone, her breath catching slightly as she realized her words may have been too harsh. She forced a smile and said, "Anyway, why bring up those things? What's the plan now? What did the production team say?"
Ning Yuan listened to Yu Mo'er's words and chuckled self-deprecatingly. He said in a low voice, "The production team has already apologized, but you're injured now and not suitable for filming. They've arranged for someone else to take your place."