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In the end, Old Master Fu had no intention of persuading anyone further. Frustrated, he slammed his cane on the ground and left.
I looked at Fu Xing and said firmly, "I, Song Shiyu, am determined to get a divorce."
A flicker of joy passed through Lin Chuchu's eyes. The rift between Fu Xing and me had finally been exposed; it was only a matter of time before the divorce became a reality.
The situation had ended on a sour note, and since my parents had signed away my life long ago, I had cut off all contact with them.
As for Qin Xu's offer to help me with compensation, I coldly refused. I was determined to earn that money myself and throw it back in Fu Xing's face!
I continued to play the role of the cold-blooded assassin, Second Female Lead, and finally gained fame after the show aired.
However, due to the dual female lead situation, my fans clashed with Lin Chuchu's fans.
The director had already stated that there were two female leads, yet her fans insisted on labeling me as the second female lead.
Lin Chuchu took it upon herself to comfort her fans and even posted a little essay.
"No one can always be the main character, and no one will always be the second female lead."
To others, it seemed like she was speaking up for me, but I knew exactly what she meant.
Still, I didn’t fight back; after all, those with stronger abilities could speak more assertively.
I reassured my fans in the group chat not to argue with others and to focus on our own enjoyment.
The adorable members of the group erupted in excitement when they saw me, all saying, "We, Little Rain Zhou, must be the most rational fans on the internet."
With the new drama's ratings skyrocketing, I found myself alongside Lin Chuchu as one of the hottest leading ladies at the moment.
No matter what I do, I am constantly compared to others in the industry.
My salary has also increased several times; I've now earned over eighty million. Even if I meet up with Fu Xing and we part ways, it doesn't matter.
However, while I was still planning my next role, a flood of photos of me and Fu Xing together suddenly appeared online, claiming that I was being kept.
"Shock: Rising star Song Shiyu suspected of being kept."
Moreover, my early participation in variety shows was dug up, revealing Fu Xing's special treatment towards me and my overwhelming resources, further confirming the marketing speculation.
Looking at everyone's chaotic guesses, I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. I am the legitimate granddaughter-in-law of the the Fu Family. Besides, I haven't spent a single penny of Fu Xing's over all these years—how can that be considered being kept?
Qin Xu advised me not to act rashly and see if we could manage to handle the public relations situation.
Just when it seemed like we were about to suppress this matter, Lin Chuchu tagged me.
"Little Rain, have you seen A-Xing recently? I haven't gone to see him lately."
This was akin to bringing the issue back into the spotlight. I understood her intentions; after failing to stir trouble at the birthday party last time, she now wanted to use public opinion to force me into a choice.
Should I quietly divorce Fu Xing now or face being ridiculed online as a wealthy young lady making money in the entertainment industry?
I furrowed my brows as I read the comments online.
Initially, I had thought about paying the eighty million for the divorce.
But now, upon reflection, if I divorced Fu Xing, that eighty million would just go to Lin Chuchu for luxury goods.
A hundred thousand for eighty million is quite a profitable deal for Lin Chuchu.
However, I didn't want to give away that money so easily.
I messaged Fu Xing, asking when he would be available to sign the divorce agreement.
To avoid drawing the attention of the the Fu Family, we decided to meet at the Haitian Grand Hotel the day after tomorrow to sign.
Once everything was set, I called Qin Xu and asked him to keep a close eye on Lin Chuchu.
In less than three hours, he sent me an update on Lin Chuchu's latest movements.
As I looked at the message on my phone, a mocking smile crept onto my lips.
The fish had taken the bait...
Soon enough, netizens uncovered that Lin Chuchu was Fu Xing's white moonlight.
They dug up stories about how he once sent her a truckload of roses and celebrated her birthday with a light show at an advertising building—countless acts of special affection.
But everything changed during the years she went abroad to develop her career; everyone felt like they had stumbled upon a shocking revelation.
They all said that with Lin Chuchu not by Fu Xing's side, it was possible that I had taken advantage of the situation and stolen someone else's boyfriend.
I rolled my eyes at the chaotic speculations.
If I had known that Fu Xing had an unforgettable crush, I definitely wouldn't have looked at him more than once. Back then, I was merely enchanted by his appearance.
I thought he was just cold to others, but in reality, he had long been attached to someone else.
And that useless man, in order to please his grandfather and marry me, was secretly entangled with Lin Chuchu. I must have been incredibly unlucky to encounter this pair of scoundrels.
The fans of both sides were arguing fiercely online, with many accusing me of being the mistress.
I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh as I printed the divorce agreement and sent Fu Xing a message.
"Don't forget, we meet at eight tonight."
Qin Xu would accompany me as well; I was just worried something might go wrong.
When we arrived at the hotel, as Qin Xu and I got out of the car, we noticed someone in the crowd not far away following us.
We exchanged glances and pretended to be unaware as we headed to our reserved spot.
Fu Xing was already sitting there. I glanced at my phone; the live stream capturing my divorce with Fu Xing had already reached the top of the charts.
Lin Chuchu really is quite clever. If I divorce Fu Xing, there will truly be no more dirt on me.
Although I have been in the industry for a short time, I have risen faster than anyone else, which has made Lin Chuchu feel threatened.
After learning from Fu Xing that I was going to divorce him, she specifically contacted an influencer to follow me around and livestream our divorce process. By the time I realized what was happening, even if I had ten mouths, I wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.
We hadn't even finished our meal when Lin Chuchu walked in through the door.
She looked at me with an innocent expression and asked, "Xiaoyu, are you really going to divorce A-Xing?"
"Actually, A-Xing and I are just good friends, just like you and Qin Xu."
...
No, it's not the same at all. Can she stop insulting my friendship with Qin Xu?
The influencer she had contacted in advance was already sitting at the table next to us, recording everything she said clearly.
I lowered my head to look at the livestream on my phone.
At this point, people had already started to stir things up.
"No way, they really did get married in secret. How disgusting."
"Isn't the Fu Family's money enough? Why come here to pollute the fandom?"
"My family’s Chuchu is truly kind-hearted, yet she allows others to interfere and even advises against divorce."
I thought she had acted enough.
I put my phone away, tears instantly welling up in my eyes.
Looking at Lin Chuchu, I cried out, "It's not my fault. Had I known you two were in love, I shouldn't have agreed when Fu Xing proposed to me while you were abroad."
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuchu's expression finally faltered, while Fu Xing frowned at me, waiting for what I would say next.
I certainly wouldn’t disappoint the audience in the live stream.
I pulled a card from my pocket and placed it on the table.
"Here is eighty million. It's money I've earned from acting, and part of it was borrowed from Qin Xu. This is enough to cover the agreement we signed earlier."
As I revealed the card, I caught a glimpse of the blogger nearby who couldn’t help but lean in to catch the drama unfolding.
Lin Chuchu was stunned; she never expected there was an unfair contract between Fu Xing and me.
Now it was my turn for a dramatic reversal.
I took out the divorce agreement and tearfully handed Fu Xing a pen.
"Sign here."
The man's gaze was fixed on me, as if he wanted to see right through me.
He silently pushed the card back to me, while beside him, Lin Chuchu quickly took a seat next to Fu Xing.
"A-Xing, she's been with the the Fu Family for so long; she must have spent quite a bit. You can keep this money," she said.
But this time, Fu Xing ignored her, gripping the pen I had given him tightly, hesitating over the signature line.
Taking advantage of the moment, I glanced at the live stream, which was flooded with a barrage of "666" comments.
Amidst them were a few remarks revealing that I was the real victim here.
Meanwhile, the Blogger next to us continued filming the situation; anyone who didn't capitalize on traffic would be foolish.
"Just sign it, Fu Xing. Do you think there's any point in dragging this out?" I said slowly.
Lin Chuchu's eyes were practically glued to that pen.
Yet Fu Xing still hesitated to sign. Finally, he pushed the agreement aside.
"I'll take it back to the the Fu Family and let a lawyer review the terms. Let's eat first."
...I treated Qin Xu to dinner after my divorce, and now he pulls this stunt?
"A-Xing, this document should be fine..."
Lin Chuchu wanted to say more, but a cold glance from Fu Xing made her swallow the rest of her words.
The live stream exploded with comments.
"Sign it, you dog of a man! Please don't delay Sister Yu from making money."
"Did you all notice that young master Fu didn't take Song Shiyu's money? Maybe he's not a bad guy."
"May you owe someone eighty million when you get married, too."
Passersby voiced their grievances on my behalf, but the dining table was unusually silent. I had no idea what Fu Xing was plotting, but I was prepared for anything regarding money; this time, I wouldn't compromise.
By the time the trending topic from last night's live stream dominated the headlines, it was already the next day.
The entire internet was buzzing about the exorbitant prenuptial agreement and Lin Chuchu's attempts to leverage the situation for her own gain.
A blogger expressed their frustration over Lin Chuchu's pretentious persona, revealing that she had invited herself to record a divorce scene.
My fan group was also rallying in support of me.
"My poor Yu Bao, having to face ridicule from Three Little Essays after entering the industry. I need to go over to San Chu and scold them a bit."
Lin Chuchu, once the goddess of the drama circle, was now affectionately referred to by netizens as "San Chu."
In a single night, everyone stood by my side. It could be said that Lin Chuchu's Blogger was sewing a wedding dress for me, while she faced a backlash from the entire internet.
Fu Xing was also mired in public opinion, facing questioning from the the Fu Family and pressure from other sources.
No matter how many people supported me, I remained silent, all for the sake of Fu Xing returning the eighty million card to me.
Late at night, I returned to my place after work. Before I even opened the door, I was stopped by Fu Xing, who reeked of alcohol from the corner.
"Did you buy the Blogger and the trending topic?"
His words genuinely made me laugh. Did I really need to go that far?
However, I had long been aware of Lin Chuchu's plan; there was no way I would give away this eighty million for nothing.
"No, I don't like to occupy public resources," I replied coldly.
Fu Xing followed my lead and said, "Yeah, I don't think it was you either. But why do you want a divorce from me?"
...This man was definitely drunk.
I slowly voiced my thoughts: "We're not suitable for each other."
"How are we not suitable? If we weren't suitable, then why did we get married in the first place?"
"I might have liked you back then, but you've always been entangled with Lin Chuchu. Why should I be caught in the middle?"
"Then if I draw a line with her, will you still stay?"
I lowered my head and remained silent, responding to Fu Xing with my silence.
"I understand."
The next day, a thick folder arrived at my place.
When I opened it, I found the divorce agreement signed by Fu Xing.
I happily posted on social media: "Now I'm officially a single noblewoman."
Just three seconds later, I received a like. I looked closely and saw it was from Lin Chuchu. I felt a bit speechless and immediately blocked her.
Now I could relax and wait for the Best Actress award at the Orange Stage at the end of the year.
Lin Chuchu had ruined her bright future all by herself; this award was mine for the taking.
However, the next day, someone in the fan group tagged me, saying Lin Chuchu was going crazy online.
Having blocked her, I could only use a fan's alternate account to check.
Lin Chuchu wrote a long post, claiming that she had accompanied Fu Xing for many years, but after going overseas to develop her career, someone—meaning me—had taken advantage of the situation.
She accused me of being materialistic, saying I sold Fu Xing for a million and that my family was poor. She even claimed that before our marriage, I took a large sum of money from the the Fu Family and that my appearances as a judge on the show with Fu Xing were all just for show to irritate her.
"The last sentence was: 'Song Shiyu, now Fu Xing has fallen for you. Are you satisfied?'
I glanced over without saying a word. Whether Fu Xing liked me or not was no longer important; what mattered was that I had long stopped liking him.
Perhaps it was when Lin Chuchu returned that he realized he didn't actually like her after spending time with her.
But from the moment he went abroad to celebrate Lin Chuchu's birthday, leaving me alone at the engagement party to face the mockery of the guests, I was already disappointed in him.
Lin Chuchu's post was just an attempt to clear her name. She didn’t know the truth; she and Fu Xing had always been playing a game.
I let out a cold laugh and then commented below, 'So you can’t marry into the the Fu Family and now want to return to the entertainment industry to make money again?'
My words echoed the sentiments of the masses and quickly pushed my comment to the forefront, making it impossible for Lin Chuchu to ignore.
She was filled with anger and naturally didn’t hold back when replying to me.
'Are you Song Shiyu's dog?'
Her words ignited everyone's fury, prompting calls for her agency to respond. How could they allow such a character to continue in the industry instead of retiring?
In the end, the official statement claimed that staff members were too fond of Lin Chuchu and had used her account to insult fans.
However, this time, the public wasn’t easily fooled. They began boycotting all products endorsed by Lin Chuchu.
The brands were forced to terminate their contracts with her, and soon after, I was approached as the new spokesperson."
Qin Xu called to tell me that she had been inundated with endorsement deals these past few days.
On the other hand, no one from Lin Chuchu's side had logged in; her account seemed to have been taken over by the company, remaining offline.
As expected, I was awarded the Best Actress Award at the Orange Stage at the end of the year.
Meanwhile, Lin Chuchu, who once shared the same status as me, was listed as a Disgraced Artist and was denied entry by the staff.
She stood outside, cursing me over and over again, and many media outlets captured her outbursts. However, due to her disrupting others trying to enter, the security had no choice but to escort her away.
I stood on the shining podium with my trophy, while reporters from various outlets captured my most perfect moment...
— The End —
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