Quite a few people know that Jiang Yue is sick.

The variety show, which had been postponed due to the Spring Festival holiday, was originally scheduled to resume filming this Saturday. The production team had already promoted the show, but the date was changed at the last minute.

This angered some fans of the variety show, who then proceeded to hurl insults at the official Weibo account.

The show was just starting to gain traction when they started acting like big shots. The ever-increasing ratings made them arrogant, and this disrespect for the audience will eventually lead to their downfall.

They even made fun of the audience.

The production team wasn't unaware of the furious comments below. There was a reason for the situation; they should have issued a statement explaining that the guest was unwell and the recording had to be postponed.

However, they couldn't stop one of them from always wanting to create a big news story, and firmly believed that criticism was a valuable topic of conversation, so he insisted on playing dead and refusing to clarify.

Indeed, playing dead is hundreds of times more lethal than retaliating with insults.

The greatest contempt is silence, which only adds fuel to the fire.

If the audience's anger is about to get out of control, and then the staff vaguely hints through a secret account that someone else is acting like a diva, the production team will be in a difficult position.

This whole process is undeniably ingenious.

This director studied these formulas quite a bit in the past two years.

He didn't tell anyone to say it was Jiang Yue, but Jiang Yue's haters would naturally associate it with her, since she's the one who's most likely to cause trouble!

Is there anyone else besides her?! No!

They finally found another opportunity to become keyboard warriors online.

"Has Jiang Yue forgotten how she was vilified online half a year ago? Her reputation has only just started to improve, and she can't keep up the act anymore?"

"I told you so! She can't play a good person very well, and now she's finally showing her true colors again!"

"Tell me, why is the young lady going on strike again?"

"Does the princess look at us like we're old servants? I've wanted to say for a long time that I can't stand her Weibo nickname. What is that? A feudal remnant."

"Why does the person upstairs who controls everything have to worry about other people's nicknames? Your own name is also a feudal remnant, okay?"

This person's nickname is truly hard to describe.

It's crystal clear and straightforward.

—I only love the 188cm big penis.

The comments section hadn't been this heated in a long time. Jiang Yue hadn't posted anything since New Year's Eve; she didn't have an agent or assistant.

Even if fans are anxious, they can't find anyone to ask.

In the end, the guests who were recording the show at the same time couldn't stand it anymore. The young man was at the age of high spirits, and after two episodes and a short time together, they had already come to regard Jiang Yue as a very good older sister.

She just doesn't like to say nice, cheesy things to coax people.

Her heart is very kind.

No matter how annoyed or tired I was, I never lost my temper. I often taught them things they didn't know, and I even gave them gifts before the New Year.

He is generous and sincere.

The entertainment industry is full of shrewd people. They were just a relatively unknown group before, and most people in the industry ignored them. They were treated like air at some grand events, and the organizers were not even willing to reserve a seat for them.

People like Jiang Yue, who don't look down on them at all, are rare these days.

@Lu Tingzhou: "My sister is sick. It's not like you guys are saying, that she's being arrogant. She's quite seriously ill."

The usually aloof captain, who rarely even posts on Weibo and whose manager has to urge him to update his status, surprisingly took the initiative to clarify things for someone else.

Jiang Yue's fans were crying and trying to find out more information under this Weibo post.

Lu Tingzhou is very proud, and this is the first time I've seen him defend someone like this. He doesn't talk much on the show, and I didn't realize he and Jiang Yue had such a good relationship.

His words did indeed extinguish most of the fire.

"This damn production team doesn't even tell us when a guest is sick."

"Was that intentional? Are you trying to make us look like clowns!"

Jiang Yue had just recovered from her illness when she learned about the online uproar. She couldn't wait to take a shower, and only then did she feel much better.

For the past three or four days, she hasn't even picked up her phone.

Messages kept pouring in at her, many of them from just a couple of days ago. It seemed as if Ding Ru knew she was sick and rushed over to check on her.

Ding Ru: [Oh dear, are you alright? Is it serious?]

Ding Ru: [Which hospital are you in? I'll come see you.]

Looking at these two lines of text, Jiang Yue could almost imagine how pleased Ding Ru must be on the other end of the phone, her tone light and cheerful as if she had some incurable disease.

There were also some words of concern and care from people in the industry.

Jiang Yue responded with kind concern, leaving Ding Ru standing aside.

She stretched her aching neck and turned to the side, just in time to see the new potted plant on the windowsill. The weather was still cold, and she wondered where the lush green plant had come from.

Ding Ru probably noticed her activity in the group chat and persistently contacted her: "They said you seem very sick? How did you suddenly become so ill?"

[I was just saying I wanted to visit you, then I remembered it's Aqin's birthday tonight.]

[You know her family dotes on her; several of her brothers even came back from abroad just to celebrate her birthday.]

Ding Ru deliberately brought these things up in an envious tone, just to find fault with her in front of her.

Other people's older brothers are so caring. The brothers in the Qin family are practically sister-obsessed. And look at Jiang Yue, even her own younger brother doesn't like her.

There is no harm without comparison.

The contrast will be enough to pierce her heart.

Ding Ru was putting on a one-woman show, then said in a pretentious tone, "There's something I'll tell you now, I don't think you'll mind."

Jiang Yue read Ding Ru's rapid-fire messages with great interest, while also finding the person incredibly talkative and energetic.

I envy her boundless energy, like a grasshopper.

She's still so lively and energetic even though her fiancé cheated on her.

[The Zhou and Qin families were originally planning a marriage alliance, but fate is truly unpredictable; otherwise, your husband might be Ah Qin's husband now.]

【Our Aqin is quite pretty, hahaha, Yueyue, you should be a little worried.】

Jiang Yue could sense the deep malice in Ding Ru's words; every sentence seemed designed to pierce her heart. However, the things she didn't care about couldn't hurt her at all.

Jiang Yue thought for a moment, then replied a second later: 【The girl your fiancé was kissing and cuddling last time was prettier! (*?▽?*)】

Ding Ru: ? ? ?

Grass.

Ding Ru hit her sore spot perfectly. The shame and embarrassment she felt last time resurfaced, and she seemed to break down instantly, screaming angrily in her bedroom at home.

She's such a damn green tea b*tch.

Jiang Yue teased Ding Ru, feeling quite pleased with herself.

She got out of bed, and her feet still felt a little soft on the blanket. She hadn't been completely oblivious to her illness these past few days.

Zhou Ji seemed to have been taking care of her the whole time.

Well, Her Highness is now willing to admit that this wicked man can be a good husband at times, but that's all.

She was not his real wife.

They weren't mutually in love.

There was a knock on the door, and the butler reminded her through the door, "Madam, it's time for lunch."

Jiang Yue went downstairs, where a nutritionist had prepared lunch on the dining table, consisting of nourishing and beautifying foods.

Jiang Yue ate very slowly; she had just finished lunch.

The resentful younger brother then came looking for them.