The memory of Li Xing's horrific state—the blood and foam that had previously splattered and struck his heart—was still vivid in his mind.
Song Weiwei shuddered, but remained seated calmly. Having embarked on this path of no return, there was no turning back. Even if the future was uncertain and the road ahead unclear, she could only forge ahead.
"I'm not satisfied. What I want is Xu Li'an's life, not for her to leave the entertainment industry." Song Weiwei held her head high, her expression arrogant and domineering, looking utterly invincible. However, upon closer listening, a subtle tremor could be heard in her voice.
Qiao Heyun paused, his face undergoing a dramatic transformation, a fleeting mix of calm, anger, hatred, and forbearance, leaving only a distorted and ferocious expression.
Following his heart, Qiong Ao He Yun casually slapped Song Weiwei hard across the face, saying, "Damn it, I've been giving you a little face, and you really think you're someone important!"
Qiao Heyun comes from a noble family, unlike those rich second-generation heirs who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Her father is Qiao Hubin, the head of the Qiao Group, a major financial conglomerate in D City. Although her mother died early, her maternal family is the top military officer, making them extremely powerful.
Qiao Heyun used to have everything she wanted, and a single call to action could garner the support of thousands. Now, she's being forced to do things by a young woman. The contrast is so stark that even the most desperate person couldn't bear it. One can only imagine how frustrated Qiao Heyun must feel.
Seeing the blood at the corner of Song Weiwei's mouth, Qiao Heyun's anger didn't subside. He raised his leg and kicked Song Weiwei directly in the abdomen. Song Weiwei flew through the air for a while, and as she free-falled, her head spun, and she recalled those past events.
"I can't die, I absolutely can't die. This time I'm going to live the life of a superior person."
Beliefs don't represent everything.
Song Weiwei braced herself with one hand, and soon after, with a thud, she fainted.
Qiao Heyun walked over and nudged Song Weiwei, confirming she was truly unconscious. His handsome face, cold as snow, and the casual stepping on Song Weiwei's face, were still captivating and stunning. "What should I do?" Qiao Heyun gradually fell into deep thought.
A week later, Ji Xiaoxiao finally began her official journey.
The original owner's desire to denounce and criticize the fans is, in many ways, a very difficult wish. Leaving aside the sheer number of fans, Ji Xiaoxiao barely knows many of those who previously attacked the original owner. Without a fanbase, how can she launch a denunciation and criticism campaign? Without a denunciation and criticism of the fans, the mission is destined to fail.
In order to ensure the success of the mission, Ji Xiaoxiao racked her brains and finally came to a conclusion: she needed to continue the original owner's acting career!
She focuses on building a successful acting career, producing excellent work, increasing her popularity and fame, attracting a huge following, and then slapping them in the face. That's called casting a wide net and catching many fish. As for those innocent people, they can only blame themselves for being blind to have chosen her!
"Good idea." Ji Xiaoxiao tricked the future Mi Fensi without any burden.
The path has been decided; the next step is figuring out how to proceed.
The original owner suffered a scandal, causing her fame and image to plummet. Now, the only job she can get is a minor supporting role in a TV series.
When it comes to a bowl of porridge or a bowl of rice, we should remember how hard it is to come by; when it comes to a thread or a strand of cloth, we should always remember how difficult it is to obtain resources.
The beginning is always the hardest, but Ji Xiaoxiao was quite satisfied with this.
"Oh my, look, isn't this our pure and innocent goddess, Miss Anran?" The man emphasized the word "Miss," the implication of which was obvious.
Ji Xiaoxiao walked into the dressing room without looking to the side. As the saying goes, "If the mountain won't come to me, I'll go to the mountain," the person who had mocked Ji Xiaoxiao followed her in.
"You all go out for a while, I have something to say to Miss Anran."
With a thud, the people in the dressing room left obediently, and not one of them dared to utter a single complaint.
After everyone left, the man spoke up slyly, "How was the guy I found for you? How was he?" He raised an eyebrow, his roguishness on full display.
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