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"Look at how much this person resembles Wen Yuxi!"
"Can you believe someone would go so far as to get plastic surgery to look like the Best Actress? It's an insult to her!"
People in the crowd began to point and whisper, their expressions unfriendly.
"What are you doing?" Tang Zhaoran angrily pushed them aside.
For some reason, more and more people started taking photos.
Someone recognized her: "Hey, isn't that the little actress who used to be a stand-in for the Best Actress, Wen Yuxi?"
"So she got surgery to look like this! Everyone, come and take a look!"
The crowd grew larger, drawn by the spectacle.
Shuyao desperately tried to cover her face with her hands, but someone forcefully pulled them away.
"Are you afraid to show your face? If you have the guts, don't hide it! Let us see how your snake-like face has fallen apart!"
The crowd continued to swell, creating quite a commotion; soon, the area around the stage was packed tightly, chaos erupting.
Security was called in, but the fans refused to budge an inch.
Shuyao felt like she might be trampled here today.
" manager Ji, there seems to be a situation at the opening ceremony."
At that moment, the Bentley had already driven out of the main area of the ceremony stage.
Ji Linchuan looked through the car window and saw a mass of heads gathering in one spot.
He rolled up the window and instructed Lin Secretary, "Go handle it."
Meanwhile, Shuyao was trapped in the throng of people, unable to move.
Her hair was a mess from being grabbed, and several parts of her clothing were torn.
She felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ji Linchuan."
She couldn't help but call out his name in her heart.
How she wished he would come and save her.
She felt as if she were sinking into a swamp, unable to move forward. Tang Zhaoran panicked, desperately pushing through the crowd around her while calling for help. The security guard blew his whistle loudly, but the crowd remained chaotic.
As soon as He Xuemo stepped down from the stage, everyone fell silent. He exchanged a few words with his assistant, who immediately moved to the front. Several burly men surrounded Shuyao, forming a protective barrier. With stern faces, they addressed the onlookers: "Brother Mo says this is his territory. No disturbances, everyone disperse."
They wore black suits with their sleeves rolled up, fists clenched tightly. The blood-red snake tattoos visible at their wrists snaked up their arms to their hands, looking quite intimidating. It turned out this tactic was quite effective. After all, when the idol spoke, it was clear that the bodyguards were not to be trifled with. The fans quickly took the hint and began to disperse.
Tang Zhaoran looked at He Xuemo with admiration, her starry eyes reflecting infatuation. "Our idol is amazing; just a simple gesture and he helped them out of trouble." As He Xuemo drew closer, Tang Zhaoran's heart raced so fast she felt like she might scream.
"Oh my gosh, he's coming towards us!" She was so excited that she completely forgot about the distressed Shuyao beside her. Tang Zhaoran's goal in the entertainment industry was to find a tall, rich, and handsome man and marry him. She firmly believed that it was better to marry well than to struggle in her career.
To that end, she practiced her cooking skills diligently. "If you can win a man's stomach, you can win his heart," was a phrase she often repeated. Because of this, Shuyao had benefited quite a bit; they used to meet only once a month.
Tang Zhaoran wanted Shuyao to taste her cooking, but at first, the pot would often get burnt. Shuyao was reluctant to go to her house. However, as Tang's culinary skills improved, Shuyao, despite having a maid to attend to her, found herself craving the dishes Tang made. Shuyao was no longer surprised by Tang's behavior of forgetting her friends in favor of pursuing romance. That was until He Xuemo walked through the crowd.
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