Chapter 559
Honey: Pills
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The conclusion of the Bazaar Gala is both an end and a beginning.
The final, dramatic scene of intrigue and power struggles was broadcast live from the Moon Platform without any cuts.
The footage was unedited, unembellished, and without voice-over narration; it laid bare the most authentic side of all the artists to hundreds of millions of viewers.
This is going to be really funny.
The trending topics that were originally dominated by celebrities spending money to buy trending status and promote their stunning red carpet appearances have all been pushed down by a new wave of topics.
Those meticulously crafted headlines like "XX outshines all others," "XX has divine beauty," and "XX exudes charisma" were like footprints on the beach, instantly erased by the tide of public opinion.
Instead, a series of shocking topics emerged—
Some netizens dug up various photos of her "attention-seeking" red carpet appearances from her early years, made them into a nine-grid layout, and captioned it "From the past to the present, she has always been the same."
"Rolling her eyes out and taking off her clothes, does it have to be this disgusting?"
"How dare she stand in the center position?"
The wind direction shifted without our noticing.
In particular, Su Mang's sharp rebukes—"Get down a little!"
This further convinced most netizens that she was trying to regain popularity and stand out by positioning herself in the public eye.
In an instant, a torrent of sarcasm and ridicule poured in.
"Vulgar and vile, the hypocritical nature of the fame and fortune world!"
"A perfectly good charity gala has become their stage for grandstanding!"
"Can we please stop dramatizing charity?"
Netizens were furious and began digging up pictures and videos one by one, intending to expose all the celebrities who were fighting for the center position and engaging in open and covert battles.
Someone compiled a "list of celebrities vying for the center position," numbered by headcount, and included screenshots and GIFs, detailing every single frame.
A poll was launched on social media to determine "the most hypocritical celebrity of this year's Bazaar," and the number of voters exceeded 100,000 in just half an hour.
This terrified many celebrities.
Those who had been pushing, pulling, winking, and giving stern looks during the group photo session all panicked.
Some people urgently contacted public relations teams, some spent money to remove the trending topic, and some spent money to hire online trolls to whitewash the situation.
They spent money to buy trending topics and push traffic, making Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Shaohan targets to divert attention from themselves and others.
For a time,
Some celebrities directly market their "relaxed" image.
And this artist was none other than Lu Han.
Amid the chaotic group photo session, while everyone was busy scrambling for positions, striking poses, and exchanging glances, the camera captured Lu Han focused on eating.
He sat in his seat, neither vying nor rushing, his plate already mostly empty.
The caption accompanying the trending search term was: "It's better to eat rice than to fight for the center position."
The timing of this trending topic was astonishingly precise—it coincided with the peak of netizens' criticism of Bazaar for "stealing the spotlight."
"Haha, my little deer is so cute, the first person to seriously eat at the banquet!"
"What is manners? What is elegance? Can't those celebrities learn from them!"
"How disgusting, how shameless! My little deer is so good, she doesn't stoop to their level at all."
What should have been a charity gala turned into a power struggle for their own gain. It's disgusting.
Sister reeds, your backs that were bent over recently can finally be proudly straightened. The spring breeze is so refreshing, you're overjoyed.
They celebrated wildly in the supertopic, showered each other with flowers in the group chat, and flooded various comment sections with phrases like "Xiao Lu is so genuine," "Xiao Lu doesn't fight or compete," and "Xiao Lu rises from the mud unsullied."
If you're happy, then be happy.
Unfortunately, there are always some reckless women who like to put others down.
This is also an unavoidable flaw among fans—it's not enough to praise their own idols; they have to put down other idols to feel satisfied.
Fortunately,
They were quite rational; they only slandered and mocked the other people in their own fan forums and groups, without making a big fuss about it in public.
"Look how good our little deer is, not at all pretentious or artificial, unlike someone else... selling a cheap button and showing it off like that."
"They like to show off at the annual banquet, spending a little money to buy their reputation. It's really laughable."
"That's right, I feel that Bazaar's disgusting reputation is caused by Gu Gou joining. Last year, Chris Wu, that horse-faced guy, donated the most, but it was marketed as him being the most glorious."
"Don't insult dogs, he doesn't deserve it!"
The "Reed Sisters" were furiously hurling insults, recklessly slinging mud at the group chat and supertopic.
They thought this was their own "private space," a safe, private place that would not be seen by outsiders.
But little did they know,
Whether it's a large fan group or the supertopic of the idol, there are always rival fans lying in wait, constantly keeping track of the first developments.
Someone disguised themselves as Sister Reed and infiltrated the core group;
Someone used a secondary account to follow the super topic and took screenshots every day.
This scene is comparable to a spy war, where everyone is in the same boat and no one can tell who is on the side of friend and who is on the side of foe.
Sure enough, while Sister Luwei was hurling her rant, some Gu family members who were lurking in the group or following the super topic were so angry that their faces turned ashen.
A member of the Gu family, whose ID is "Little Deer is the Cutest," was lying on his dormitory bed scrolling through his phone when he suddenly saw a series of messages pop up in the reeds where he was hiding.
She clicked in and her face instantly changed—the screen was filled with insults directed at Gu Qing, the language so vicious that her fingers trembled.
She quickly took screenshots, one by one, saving them neatly. Then she swiftly left the group chat, switched accounts, returned to the Gu family's headquarters, forwarded the screenshots, and tagged the group members:
"Sisters, my brother has been slandered by these stinking reeds again!!"
The moment the message was sent, the entire group exploded.
In a highly active group chat, clicking into these chat screenshots and seeing their contents made the Gu family members absolutely furious.
"These damned old hags just love to smear others and gossip behind their backs!"
"I was so angry because my younger brother wasn't even in the group photo."
"He donated the most, yet he's not valued at all. His younger brother is suffering so much, and these little bitches still have the nerve to throw mud at him?!"
"Pah! Lu Han?! Relaxed and useless? This little bastard didn't donate a single penny. If he's not doing this offstage, how can he have the nerve to come on stage?!"
"Damn it, so you didn't donate a single penny, yet you're showing off the organizer's pastries. You expect me to give you money for charity? How dare you promote yourself and even put down my brother?!"
The atmosphere in the group became increasingly heated, with some people tagging the administrators and demanding that an expedition be organized.
The managers quickly met to discuss countermeasures and prepare to gather a large group to go to the Reed Family Super Topic to "demand an explanation".
Just as several members of the Gu family were managing the situation, gathering manpower, and preparing for a grand expedition—
"Oh no, it seems like they found out I took a screenshot in that group, and everyone in the group has been muted!!"
The Gu family member who had previously forwarded the screenshot hurriedly sent a message followed by a string of terrified emojis.
"Sisters, get out of here! Don't act rashly, there's a mole among us too!!"
"To repel external threats, we must first pacify the internal situation!"
The administrator's expression changed drastically, and he decisively activated a complete mute.
The group chat fell silent instantly, with only a few core members of the management team holding an emergency meeting in a private chat group.
"Investigate! We must find the mole!"
"If they can screenshot our group chat today, they can leak our battle plan tomorrow!"
"From now on, the verification process for joining the core group will be stricter, and video verification will be mandatory!"
The ordinary fans in the group were muted and could only hold their breath in frustration.
But that anger, the more it was suppressed, the stronger it grew, like a suppressed volcano that would erupt sooner or later.
As for the reeds, although they had temporarily escaped disaster, they were unaware that the real storm was yet to come.
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at the same time,
The celebrities who were organizing dinner parties and cocktail parties all had constantly changing expressions upon learning about the online public opinion.
Some people were looking down at their phones, some were whispering to each other, and some were pretending to be calm while drinking. But the glances that kept drifting towards the screen betrayed their anxiety.
She tried to appear calm, but her frequent glances at her phone betrayed her true feelings.
My heart skips a beat every time my phone screen lights up; my expression changes every time the trending topics list refreshes.
Zhang Ziyi is the most vulnerable.
She, who never hides her emotions, had a cold expression on her face, her sharply defined features making her unable to even eat.
She shoved the chair away abruptly, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, then strode away to call her agent's team.
"Heh, after all these years, you're still the same."
Li Binbin smiled coldly, crossed her arms, and admired Zhang Ziyi's angry back.
Fortunately, she disdained fighting for a position and believed that no one would dare to take her place.
In the group photo, she didn't bother to move at all, standing in her own spot without budging an inch from beginning to end.
"Binbin, let's go eat."
Huang Xiaoming, with his arm around his beloved daughter, walked over with his usual smile on his face. "After we finish eating, let's go to the hospital to see Director Feng."
"Sister Binbin."
Yang Ying forced a smile and took the initiative to greet them.
"Xiaoming, you go first. I'll ask Liying and her brother if they're coming."
Li Binbin glanced at her indifferently, her cold and beautiful face showing little change.
Yang Ying's pretty face froze slightly, her heart churning.
The hint of disdain in Li Binbin's eyes made her want to go crazy, but in front of Li Binbin, she could only force a smile.
“Binbin, this is an internal company dinner. Liying coming is no problem, but…”
Even if Huang Xiaoming is incredibly generous, he would never have dinner with Gu Qing in person.
As a man with extremely strong male chauvinism, he couldn't stand it.
Upon hearing that Li Binbin was going to invite Gu Qing over, Yang Ying's entire shoulder stiffened.
Her shoulders seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
My heart was filled with panic and confusion, like a nest of ants crawling on it—and there was even a faint hint of anticipation?
What was she expecting? Even she herself couldn't say.
"Liying is now my partner; she is not an artist under Huayi Brothers."
Li Binbin smiled slightly, a hint of amusement in his smile, "Xiaoming, if she can come, why can't your brother? Or..."
She raised a slightly sculpted eyebrow, glanced at her precious child, and chuckled, "You're worried?"
The tone was light and casual, as if he were talking about something insignificant.
But each word was like a needle, piercing the very spot where it was meant to be pierced.
Huang Xiaoming's expression shifted, becoming somewhat gloomy, as if he had made a connection to something.
His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but then he swallowed it back.
"Sister Binbin, I don't understand what you're saying!"
Fortunately, at this moment, Yang Ying suddenly raised her delicate face, put her arm around Huang Xiaoming's shoulder, looked at Li Binbin, and her beautiful eyes showed a rare hint of anger.
"Binbin, do as you please. My darling doesn't mind, so why should I?"
Huang Xiaoming's smile gradually brightened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "But I've already said that all the people coming are artists from Huayi Brothers. If something unexpected happens after you bring them here, it won't be good."
His words, on the surface, seemed like concern, but in reality, they were drawing a line—if Gu Qing comes and something happens, I won't be responsible.
"What, you dare to trip me up? Aren't you afraid of ending up like Director Feng? You'll get beaten up and have to apologize obediently."
Li Binbin's pretty face froze, and she glanced at her darling in surprise, clicking her tongue in amazement. "That look... it's a bit like Zhang Ziyi's, isn't it? Can Xiaoming handle it?" But Huang Jiaozhu's words also reminded her—it would indeed be very awkward to call Gu Qing over.
When those artists from Huayi meet Gu Qing, do they greet him or not?
Should I laugh or not? Should I pretend to know you or pretend not to? Neither way is right.
Moreover, they might not even be interested in it.
"Sister Binbin, my brother, Sister Jiang Xin, and I are going to eat."
Sister Zhao, lifting the hem of her black skirt, jogged over with a sweet smile and a melodious voice. She took Li Binbin's arm and shook it playfully, "Can I ask for a day off?"
"Of course you can. You've even brought your brother into this, who would dare refuse you?"
Li Binbin smiled and pretended to sigh, "I'm afraid he'll get angry."
"Sister Binbin, how could your little brother dare to be angry with you? He likes you too much to ask."
Sister Zhao blushed and said shyly.
"Liying, are you treating me to the whole night?"
Huang Xiaoming's joking and teasing involuntarily carried a hint of the crude humor of an older man.
That tone was as greasy as leftover food.
"I want you to take care of it!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Liying turned around, glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, spoke in an unfriendly tone, and her pretty face was as cold as ice.
Sister Zhao hasn't forgotten how her show "Duckweed" disappeared and how it came back.
Using my show to promote your little girlfriend? Do you really think I'm easygoing?!
From beginning to end,
Sister Zhao didn't even glance at Yang Ying, gave Huang Xiaoming a cold snort, and then turned to give Li Binbin a sweet smile.
"Sister Binbin, I'm going to have dinner with my kind and adorable little brother now, bye-bye~"
After deliberately emphasizing the word "younger brother," Sister Zhao lifted her skirt and ran away happily.
Yang Ying: "..."
What is this damn fool showing off in front of me?!
Her fingers clenched even tighter at her sides, her knuckles turning white.
"Xiaoming, you stole my Liying's movie, do you really think she's forgotten about it?"
After watching Zhao Liying leave, Li Binbin gently patted Huang Xiaoming's shoulder, whose face looked unpleasant, as if intentionally reminding him.
As an artist in the same company, and even the top star, he stole his fellow junior sister's movie to promote his own girlfriend.
Although no one said it, everyone felt annoyed and dissatisfied.
"Binbin, what kind of talk is that?"
Huang Xiaoming looked embarrassed, and his lips twitched. "The movie...in the end, wasn't it Liying who directed it?"
"Alright, alright, my Liying is so lucky to have met a good man, oh no, a good boy, haha, let's go eat."
Li Binbin still gave his old friend some face and left with a smile.
the other side.
"Sister Jiang Xin, you said you're not going to eat? Why?"
Gu Qing asked, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Little brother... I... I'm not feeling well. I'll go back to the hotel to rest first. You guys go and eat."
Jiang Xin avoided eye contact, her smooth, oval face lowered, and she stammered.
"Did you have a fight with Sister Tao and the others?"
Thinking of the awkward scene when they performed as sisters, Gu Qing asked directly.
He didn't beat around the bush or probe; he just asked directly.
"Little brother, I'm back."
Little Zhao skipped over, took Gu Qing's arm, and seeing Jiang Xin's timid look, she clearly understood what was going on.
Her eyes swept back and forth between the two men, and she already knew what was going on.
"Little brother, come here for a second."
Zhao Liying gently tugged at Gu Qing's sleeve, gave the flustered Jiang Xin a reassuring look, then turned around and whispered an explanation in her ear.
Let's briefly understand what happened.
"you……"
Gu Qing took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Xin, and was almost speechless.
His brows furrowed, and he pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but then swallowed it back.
"Little brother, don't blame Sister Jiang Xin. She didn't mean it. She was just trying to be kind."
Sister Zhao helped smooth things over.
Is it acceptable to always do good deeds but end up doing bad things?
Looking at the innocent Sister Zhao, Gu Qing almost laughed out of anger.
You seem quite generous now.
Back in your past life, when Sister Jiang Xin exposed your lip-syncing during the New Year's Eve celebrations, you weren't much better off!
“Sister Jiang Xin, go and sincerely apologize to Sister Tao. She will forgive you.”
Gu Qing sighed, her anger subsiding considerably.
"Little brother, I'm all grown up now, I..."
Jiang Xin suddenly looked up, her face full of reluctance.
"Yeah, you're such a grown-up, how can you still do such childish things?!"
Gu Qingjun's face turned cold, and he emphasized, "Sister Jiang Xin, how many times have I told you before? When you encounter something, stay calm, don't speak recklessly, and think things through carefully."
How many times do you have to suffer for this kind of thing before you understand?
"It's one thing for you to suffer a loss, but how much trouble have you caused others? Can everyone be like me and Sister Tao, who can overlook everything you do?"
"If it were any other celebrity, they'd be lucky if they ignored you, or even cut off all contact with you for good!!"
"I……"
Jiang Xin's eyes reddened.
To a very stubborn person, she wouldn't believe deep down that she did anything wrong.
Even if you really feel guilty, it's very difficult to apologize.
It's a stubbornness ingrained in one's bones, an instinct to think, "I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"
especially,
Given her fiery temper, if any other celebrity dared to lecture her like that, Jiang Xin would have already given them a hard time.
She's not the kind of person who can swallow her anger.
But the person who said that to her was Gu Qing.
Just as Jiang Xin was catching her breath, the scene from the afternoon dinner flashed through her mind—the young man risking his life to shield her from the wind and rain, and standing in front of her.
In that instant, the breath that had just emerged was instantly softened.
"I...I apologize, isn't that enough?"
Jiang Xin lowered her head, her voice weak and aggrieved. Her appearance was completely different from her usual carefree and energetic self.
This startled Sister Zhao so much that her almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise—
Sister Jiang Xin, something's not right with you, is it?!
She glanced at Jiang Xin, then at Gu Qing, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"Let's go."
Gu Qing's expression softened slightly as she walked forward.
The young lady, Xiao Zhao, who was holding Jiang Xin's arm, kept turning her head to look at her as if she were a rare animal.
"Little brother, you mean Tao? She said she wasn't feeling well and went back to the hotel."
Wang Ziwen tilted his head and caught a glimpse of Jiang Xin, who was standing behind Gu Qing with her head down. He pouted and shrugged.
"Then I'll go back to the hotel to find Tao!"
Before Gu Qing could speak, Jiang Xin seemed to have made up her mind. She turned around, let go of Sister Zhao's hand, and quickly left.
"That brat, is she going to cause trouble?"
Wang Ziwen was startled, fearing that the tall and slender Jiang Xin would use force to intimidate people, so she quickly chased after her.
Her short legs moved incredibly fast, causing her skirt to flutter.
"Ziwenwen, wait for us!"
Yang Zi and Qiao Xin quickly followed. The figures of the group soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.
In the blink of an eye, the dinner party we had arranged was over.
Gu Qing and Zhao Liying looked at each other.
"Alright, Sister Liying, it'll be just the two of us. What do you want to eat?"
Gu Qing asked.
Sister Zhao shook her head and didn't say anything.
But her almond-shaped eyes slowly rippled with moisture, like the surface of a lake rippled by the wind, spreading out gentle light in concentric circles.
Aren't you hungry?
Gu Qing understood the meaning, but hesitated for a moment.
"I'm hungry... little brother, I'm so hungry..."
Sister Zhao's pretty face flushed, and her delicate body felt a little hot. She pressed herself against Gu Qing, her voice soft and sweet, her breath warm against Gu Qing's earlobe, "Let's... go back and eat slowly, okay?"
The sound was like a cat's paw gently scratching at my heart.
--hotel.
The room lights were dimmed, with only a faint glow.
At the same time,
The crew of "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms".
Even late at night, the RV was brightly lit.
Da Mimi, a young woman with severe internet addiction, encountered advanced computer equipment and became completely engrossed in it.
Especially now that the big boss in the crew is gone, she's the tyrant.
She dragged Dilraba along, keeping their days and nights upside down, staying up late to play games online.
The two of them ate and rested entirely inside the car.
Occasionally, when I'm tired from filming night scenes, I'll have a couple of drinks to relax.
The wine was red wine, not very strong, but I still drank a lot of it.
One cup after another, until my head was completely spinning.
"Honey, I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap."
Dilraba's beautiful face was flushed red, and she staggered inside, feeling dizzy.
"Waaaa, Baba Bao, wait for me, I'm going too."
Da Mimi also stood up unsteadily, her eyes glazed over, and she was walking in circles.
"Splash—"
With the curtain drawn back, a large bed came into view.
Two drunkards stumbled inside.
The next day,
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, drawing a thin golden line on the floor.
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...(End of this chapter)