"So, Yunyang is really amazing. She's so young and works so hard, she's managed to pull through. Most people would have given up long ago."
Someone interrupted dismissively and continued to reveal more information:
"What? You have no idea, Yun Yang may seem aloof on the outside, but she's actually a high-class green tea bitch."
The group became interested, and the young woman shushed them, looked around, and then whispered:
"I heard from my cousin that she has a powerful backer and slept her way to the top, but it's definitely not Young Master Zhou. My cousin was the planner for that guy's wedding, and Yun Yang was a guest performer. She saw Yun Yang and the guy being intimate in the dressing room."
Amidst the astonishment, the crowd revealed expressions of disdain.
"So she's a mistress. On screen, she's a cool, aloof, and powerful leading lady, a supposed inheritor of traditional culture, all talk about bringing glory to the country. What a waste! In private, she's such a scoundrel."
One of the young women, while spitting out contempt, indignantly lamented that people like them who valued their integrity lacked resources.
Chu Wuyang got the gist of it; in just a few minutes, a glamorous superstar had been completely ruined.
Some people were still actively asking who the "big shot" was who the young lady who made the scoop was.
"Are you from Haicheng?"
The young lady shook her head and said...
"I don't know. My cousin won't say. She only said that that big shot is all-powerful and not to be trifled with. I only told you because you're all on the same side. It's just a private conversation between us. Don't tell anyone else. My cousin specifically told me not to get into trouble, or I wouldn't even know how I died if I messed with that big shot."
After saying that, she made a throat-slitting gesture with her hand, and the others shrank their necks.
Silent and trembling, they nodded in submission, fearing they might get into trouble, and sparsely huddled together as they left.
I never noticed Chu Wuyang sitting in the cubicle.
Chu Wuyang looked in the mirror and scoffed. This kind of morally reprehensible behavior was considered the lowest level in their wealthy family.
Which one of them doesn't appear glamorous on the outside, but actually does something behind the scenes?
Murder for money, profiting from human suffering—some people, for the sake of profit, engage in all sorts of conspiracies and schemes even among close relatives.
Some couples appear to be loving and affectionate, but are actually wary of each other and ready to betray one another at any moment.
Some people claim to love their wives and children, yet they still have illegitimate daughters…
When Ye Yuhe came out, Chu Wuyang seemed unfazed, his expression natural, and he entered the shaded rest area of the court with Ye Yuhe.
Seeing that beautiful woman from earlier drinking a cold drink and chatting with Zhou Chen next to her,
Seeing them approach, she immediately stood up and went forward to greet them in a soft voice:
"Hello, Mrs. Jing!"
Chu Wuyang raised an eyebrow, looking at Ye Yuhe with some questions, surprised that the other woman knew her.
After all, she had never appeared in public before, and as far as he could remember, he had never had any interaction with this beautiful woman.
The latter shook his head and looked at Zhou Chen.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Zhou Chen, with a mix of enthusiasm and inexplicable guilt, introduced the two parties:
"This is Yun Yang, a newly signed artist with MW Media, and that is Ye Yuhe, the daughter of the Ye family."
Chu Wuyang understood; being the center of gossip in the lounge, she couldn't help but glance at the beautiful woman a couple more times upon hearing the other person's name.
Her long, jet-black hair was neatly tied up high, revealing her full, clean face with deep-set features, snow-white skin, and a pair of captivating eyes that held a cold gaze.
A closer look reveals a hint of melancholy in her eyes and brows, giving off a strange sense of familiarity.
MW Media is a subsidiary of Boyifang, and it's said that Zhou Chen is in charge of it.
Even Zhou Chen, who has seen countless beautiful women, lamented his lack of luck that the boss would personally escort him.
It seems this beautiful woman truly has something special about her.
She couldn't help but glance at it a couple more times, then smiled slightly in response:
"Hello."
Chu Wuyang was somewhat surprised to see Ye Yuhe, who had been quiet the whole time, so she nudged her arm.
What are you thinking about?
Ye Yuhe shook her head:
"It's nothing, I just feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"
Yun Yang smiled faintly:
"I am a public figure and frequently appear on screen. Ms. Ye may have seen me on television or social media platforms,"
Ye Yuhe didn't dwell on it, and shrugged indifferently:
Maybe so.
He then ignored her, grabbed his golf club, and dragged Chu Wuyang to the green, carpet-like golf course.
Eager to try,
He sank the hole in one shot, and someone nearby immediately applauded.
He then swung a few more times, and all of them went into the hole.
"Not bad! You've got some skills."
Zhou Chen praised, "It would be even better if the posture were a little more elegant; it looks like you're chopping wood."
Ye Yuhe's lips curled up in a smile as she was praised, feeling extremely proud inside, but she still waved her hand with an arrogant expression.
"It's just okay! It's just okay!"
After thinking for a moment, he asked again:
"How does it compare to your big star status?"
The inexplicable competition among female students is related to her childhood environment; there is no malice involved, she is simply used to being fawned over.
Zhou Chen paused, feigning thought.
Ye Yuhe grew anxious and pressed for answers.
"Who is more powerful?"
They act as if you'd die if you dared to say someone else is better.
Zhou Chen, looking defeated, tried to comfort her:
"What's the point of comparing yourself to her? She was taught by a master, unlike your self-taught methods."
Ye Yuhe glared at him and roared:
"What do you mean, 'my unorthodox methods'? Can't you speak properly? You idiot peacock!"
"I just play freely, and every shot goes in. Isn't playing golf just for fun? Why categorize people as masters or amateurs?"
She complained,
Zhou Chen shook his head, not wanting to argue with her, and took a glass of cold drink from the servant beside him and handed it to her.
He gestured for her to calm down, then casually returned to the rest area with his hands in his pockets.
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