The video from the backstage was clearly filmed secretly with a mobile phone, and the image is somewhat blurry.

Even with low resolution, Jiang Yue still looks stunningly beautiful. Her slightly wavy black hair rests obediently on her chest, her skin is as white as snow, and her lips are lustrous.

The video caused a brief moment of silence online.

Ye Lan's fans, who had been chasing after Jiang Yue to apologize, fell silent and pretended to be dead.

Ye Lan's agent also did not expect that backstage videos would be exposed. The production team had assured them that they would not make any statement.

This sudden turn of events caught them completely off guard.

Ye Lan usually presents herself to her fans as a gentle rich girl, but her aggressive demeanor in the video is quite different from her public image.

Even so, Ye Lan did not intend to admit it and tacitly allowed the fans to clarify that the video had been edited with the beginning and end cut off.

"Now I can understand why Jiang Yue's previous reply was so arrogant. It turns out that I was the clown myself."

"How did she suddenly become so learned? She's been studying hard behind our backs, hasn't she?! Everyone who sees this will think she's cunning."

"It was just a lucky guess that came true."

"It's as if Jiang Yue has a script for a comeback."

"I think I'm obsessed with her. I used to think she was cute even when she was cursing, and cute even when she made other people furious. Everything she does is right."

"My wife is so cute, kisses and muah! (*╯3╰)

"The person upstairs has been blinded by beauty. Despise the person upstairs, become the person upstairs, surpass the person upstairs! My wife is mine alone! Only I can kiss her!"

"This production team is so unfair. They refuse to come out and explain, making us look like the bad guys."

The backstage video was actually released by a staff member who was present that day. He had just joined the company and couldn't stand seeing Jiang Yue being smeared like this. He had spoken up for her a few times before, but was always met with hostility.

This time, they simply presented evidence to prove her innocence.

Jiang Yue's reputation improved slightly without her even realizing it, and she even urged Ye Lan to apologize to her in the work group.

It seems they have no intention of letting it go.

They can't even be bothered with the slightest bit of formality.

The producer, unable to stand it any longer, stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Ye Lan has been hospitalized recently and isn't feeling well, otherwise let's just let it go."

Jiang Yue felt that if she were the loser, the producer would never have spoken up for her like this.

She's not a very forgiving person, and she's not easy to coax.

The little girl typed a line in a flurry: "It has nothing to do with you, so shut up."

Others who were silently lurking in the group: ...

Holy crap.

I'm afraid only she would dare to speak to the producer in such a tone.

Jiang Yue continued typing lazily, "Next time, if you can't afford to lose, then keep your head down."

The group was completely silent; no one dared to be so tactless as to jump out and speak up.

Jiang Yue stared at her phone screen for a while. She blinked her sore eyes, casually put the phone aside, and looked up at the clock in the living room. It was already six o'clock in the evening.

The charity gala will begin at 7 p.m.

Judging by the time, the male and female protagonists will soon meet at the banquet.

Jiang Yue's memory isn't very good. She can't quite remember what Zhao Shuyan looks like anymore, only that she is very pure-looking, well-behaved, quiet, and incredibly understanding.

Her idiot brother also likes Zhao Shuyan.

Jiang Yue sat on the sofa, gradually becoming agitated.

She picked up her phone, found the text message she had mistaken for a scam, and dialed the number.

Unfortunately, this number is no longer in service.

She cannot be reached.

Jiang Yue did want to stop it, but not because she didn't want the relationship between the male and female leads to develop, but because she was afraid that something might really happen.

This broken system doesn't seem very smart or reliable.

She didn't want Zhao Shuyan's life to be ruined by such methods if something unexpected happened.

So annoying.

The phone call cannot be connected.

The system, having undergone psychological treatment, suddenly appeared: "Bao Bao, I'm so glad you now have this remorse."

However, the key plot points between the male and female leads cannot be changed, so don't worry.

Jiang Yue said "Oh," and then asked, "Are you sure?"

The system proudly declared: "Of course! If the male lead is the chosen one, then the female lead is the darling of heaven! The plot will favor her; she'll always encounter people who love her and unconditionally help her."

After hearing this, Jiang Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

*

On the other side, the banquet was a scene of clinking glasses, bright lights, and extravagant revelry.

The banquet was held on a luxury ship, where every waiter was carefully selected.

The wind was strong in the harbor, and the wind was fierce on the deck of the ship.

The woman's face was flushed, and her silky black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She bit her lower lip tightly, drawing blood, but she couldn't stop herself; only the pain could keep her awake.

Her vision was blurry, and the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer.

This corridor seemed to be very long, with no end in sight.

Her whole body was burning hot, as if the blood flowing through her veins was on fire.

Just when she was about to despair, she finally saw a blurry figure. Without hesitation, she ran out, her skirt swaying in the wind. Under the bright moonlight, the woman looked like a beautiful butterfly fluttering its wings.

The man was dressed in a suit and tie, exuding a cool and refreshing aura.

Her limbs felt weak, her face grew increasingly red, and she collapsed in front of him in a disheveled state. Her slender fingers gripped the man's suit trouser leg as if grasping at a straw, her red lips parted slightly, "Save me...please...save me..."

The man looked down at her, his expression calm and devoid of any emotion.

He casually pinched her chin, his fingers long and beautiful, and lifted her face. When he saw her face clearly, he raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Shuyan could feel the footsteps chasing behind her had stopped; she seemed to be safe.

But...but...she's still very hot, and she really wants it.

She parted her soft lips slightly, tears falling as she begged him to save her.

But the man slowly released her hand, his cold voice reaching her ears: "Assistant Shen, go find a waiter."

"yes."

Zhao Shuyan couldn't pinpoint why she felt lost; she thought... she thought he would help her.

She forced herself to stand up. "No...no need."

She had just stepped out when, a second later, she was shoved into the pool. The cold water seeped into her bones, and she seemed to finally recover from her dazed state of consciousness.

The others looked over when they heard the noise.

Zhao Shuyan scrambled out of the pool, soaking wet and revealing her curves.

Her face was bowed, her whole body trembling, and she bit her lower lip as if she had suffered a great humiliation.

Zhao Shuyan raised her trembling eyelashes. Her face was deathly pale. She knew who had framed her and could guess who had ordered her to make such a fool of herself.

The person Jiang Yue hired was foolish. He thought he had accomplished something great and smugly told her that Mrs. Zhou wanted her to pay a price she would never forget.

Zhao Shuyan already knew there was something wrong with the wine.

She still drank it.

In a daze, Zhao Shuyan was suddenly wrapped in a warm suit jacket. Jiang Zhi looked at her with concern, "Are you alright?"

Zhao Shuyan threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, almost soaking his shirt.

Her cries sounded heart-wrenching, and Jiang Zhi felt terrible listening to them.

After crying her fill, Zhao Shuyan finally raised her face, her eyes red, and looked at Zhou Ji standing not far away.

In the deep of night, one could not see the expression on the man's face, nor could one guess what he was thinking.

With a sob in her voice, Zhao Shuyan asked tremblingly, "Why did she do this to me? What did I do wrong?"