Chapter 71
Chapter 71
"Why is no one paying attention to her private life? Other female celebrities who become mistresses are immediately condemned!" Han Jialan muttered through gritted teeth.
She was so angry that she slammed the pen on the table, put her feet on the stool, hugged her knees, and buried her face between them.
The door was opened with a "click," revealing Han Jiawei's face.
Han Jialan hurriedly turned off the monitor.
He swaggered into Han Jialan's room, slammed the door shut with his foot, and casually tossed another apple onto Han Jialan's head: "Crying again?"
Han Jialan grabbed the apple to avoid getting hurt, then put it aside with disgust, her face covered in tears.
Han Jiawei pouted, finished the apple in her hand in a few bites, walked over and ate the apple that Han Jialan had thrown on the corner of the table, saying, "If you don't want it, then forget it."
Han Jialan replied with a sob in her voice, "Apples need to be peeled and cut into small pieces. Eating a whole apple will stretch your mouth and look ugly. I don't want to."
"Miss, you're so dramatic." Han Jiawei walked over, turned on the monitor, revealing what Han Jialan was trying to hide. He glanced at the content, rolled his eyes speechlessly, and said, "You're still paying attention?"
Han Jialan blushed with embarrassment.
But she quickly abandoned her shame and retorted, "What's wrong with me caring? You're all gathered downstairs watching her TV series, and you won't let me join you. You didn't even invite me!"
"You're taking the college entrance exam this year, what are you watching? If I dare suggest you watch TV dramas, I'll be eating stewed pork belly instead of braised beef brisket tonight." Han Jiawei was even more speechless.
He grabbed the mouse and cleared Han Jialan's browsing history, saying directly, "No matter what you're thinking, Mom hopes you can focus on your exams and stop thinking about random things."
Han Jialan's tears, which had just disappeared, welled up again, and her voice choked with sobs: "She has two mothers, but I don't even know whose child I am. Now my mother is starting to pay attention to her too. After I finish my college entrance exam, will my mother bring her back and announce to the world that she is finally reunited with your family? Will I be homeless? I'm so scared."
The younger brother sat down next to Han Jialan and commented nonchalantly, "What good is it if we're willing? Jiang Mingyue has already made it very clear that she doesn't want to have anything to do with us. That's true. When she was in high school, I even led people to spread rumors that she was a mistress. Nobody likes a younger brother like that."
Han Jiawei simply sat down on Han Jialan's desk, pointed at the already closed computer screen, and said, "You've seen the personal introduction her company sent her, right? 'She was bullied at school,' 'She was falsely accused of having a relationship with a strange male classmate because of her beauty,' 'She focused more on her studies to avoid gossip,' 'She didn't want art students to hear such dirty talk about her adoptive mother and make her sad, so she studied hard.' She's practically insulting me. Should I go and acknowledge her as my sister? If she doesn't reveal my name after she becomes famous and her fans cyberbully me, I'll have to thank her."
Han Jiawei's expression changed, and he suddenly became extremely serious.
He threatened seriously, "You'd better study hard. You're the one who started the bullying she's talking about. If you can't get into a good school, who knows how many people will laugh at you when it gets exposed."
How many fans do celebrities have?
Han Jialan hurriedly opened her phone and logged onto Weibo to check Jiang Mingyue's official account. In just a few hours, her number of followers had exceeded 200,000.
This is Jiang Mingyue's first drama.
Han Jialan couldn't deceive herself. Even if she hated Jiang Mingyue's existence, she knew that Jiang Mingyue would have many more fans in the future.
So, what if people really find out about what happened in the past...
Do they all know that Fu Qian has fallen for the more beautiful Jiang Mingyue, and that's why they despise me?
Are they all scolding me because they feel sorry for Jiang Mingyue?
Will they still laugh at my poor grades, my inability to do anything as good as Jiang Mingyue, and my clinging to the parents that Jiang Mingyue didn't want?
Han Jialan's vision went black, and the intense feeling of suffocation almost knocked her to the ground.
Han Jiawei touched her sister, whose face was deathly pale. She immediately lost her previous nonchalant attitude, stood up straight nervously, and carefully touched Han Jialan's shoulder. Finding that her sister was not moving, she was frightened and ran out, rushing back to her room. She kept telling herself, "If there's a problem, it's her own fault, not mine. I didn't say anything offensive. I just went to deliver an apple."
Han Jialan didn't know how long she had been sitting on the stool. When she came to her senses, the air conditioner had already been running for a while, and she was freezing cold.
But she felt that the coldness in her heart was not as cold as the coldness in her body. When she thought about the situations she might face in the future, she felt that the future was even colder than the night she was in now.
She needs to think of a way; she doesn't want to live amidst the scorn and condemnation of hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of people.
As long as Jiang Mingyue is no longer so wonderful, no one will criticize her.
...No, Jiang Mingyue wasn't that good to begin with! She appeared in front of Fu Qian on purpose back then; she did it on purpose because she was pretty!
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After a good night's sleep, Jiang Mingyue woke up to her assistant Li Ruojun's screams: "Sister, you gained 500,000 followers in one night!"
She sat up, wrapped herself in the blanket, blinked, then said "Oh," before falling back onto the bed.
Li Ruojun excitedly grabbed Jiang Mingyue's arm and forcibly pulled her out of bed, emphasizing, "Sister, the company didn't buy you any fans, they're all real people, 500,000! You only appeared in one episode, and that's a full 500,000!"
Five hundred thousand is indeed a lot, but it doesn't exceed the number of people who criticized her back then.
It doesn't seem like anything to be surprised about.
Jiang Mingyue blinked, her mind gradually clearing.
She grabbed her phone from beside her pillow, pulled up her calendar, and went straight to work: "There's an event today where I need to arrange for paparazzi to take candid photos of my everyday outfits. I'll wear the clothes that 'Chen Chun' brought back."
After she finished speaking, she got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and staggered into the walk-in closet. A moment later, she found a simple, unadorned, tight-fitting, low-cut thin wool sweater and a pair of pencil pants, handed them to Li Ruojun, and then disappeared into the bathroom.
Forty minutes later, Jiang Mingyue came out of the bathroom, her bare makeup and hairstyle completely tidy.
After changing her clothes, she regretfully declined the breakfast her assistant brought.
Even just one bite would make her stomach lines less graceful; it's just a matter of missing a meal. She's not that delicate; she won't faint.
"Let's go."
The location of the dormitory building under Xingchen Film and Television was exposed when Lan Xu changed companies; but since he went to Hong Kong to study, the area around the dormitory has become quiet.
But today, as soon as Jiang Mingyue stepped out of the building, the sound of cameras clicking all around her immediately filled the air.
Jiang Mingyue felt with absolute certainty that she had indeed gained fame.
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