[Xinzi’s bare face is so pretty! She’s way more beautiful than that Lu poser.]
[Don’t be shy, you have to believe you’re the most beautiful. You’re nothing like so people who are so high-profile.]
[Who knows how thick a layer of foundation that Lu Xingzhi has to cake on just to get on cara, how could she compare to you! Xinzi, I’ve decided to stan you.]
[Xinzi is actually just a low‑key good actress, unlike certain people. She just disdains hyping herself up.]
Because of the trending searches over the past few days, Shen Xinzhu’s buzz was sky‑high; her Weibo followers had already shot up to over three million, and were still climbing.
After farming a wave of goodwill, Shen Xinzhu was feeling very pleased with herself.
She just didn’t know what Weibo would look like the next day.
That night, when she went to sleep, Shen Xinzhu had a beautiful dream.
In the dream, she was a lofty piano goddess, and Lu Xingzhi had already been trampled into the dust. Like a rat in the street, everyone shouted for her to be beaten.
Huo Jincheng stood behind her every day, begging her, saying he regretted it.
That he’d realized the one he’d always loved was her.
She was basking in limitless glory, while Lu Xingzhi could only pitifully crawl back to the countryside, living a life worse than a pig’s.
She was jolted awake by a call from her agent.
When she opened her eyes, she realized it had all been an illusion.
Lu Xingzhi was still high up on her pedestal, and she, right now, only had a bit of heat to her na.
But she refused to admit defeat, firmly believing she would definitely surpass Lu Xingzhi.
What does Lu Xingzhi have now, anyway? Even that amazing teacher of hers has passed away. There’s no one left to pave the way for her.
As soon as she picked up, her agent anxiously said to Shen Xinzhu, "Xinzi, have you seen the news online? Hurry up and check Weibo!"
Hearing the urgency in her agent’s voice, Shen Xinzhu grabbed her other phone and opened Weibo.
The top trending tag was #TheMostBitchyWoman#
#TwoFacedShenXinzhu#
She opened the video, and it was the conversation between her and her assistant.
"Why the hell do I have to co see this bunch of old geezers anyway, who knows if they’ve got so contagious disease, they’re filthy as hell." This was Shen Xinzhu complaining.
"Xinzi, just bear with it for now! You need popularity right now, we’re counting on this kind of thing to wash you white." the little assistant tried to persuade her.
"What did I do that needs ’washing white’? What, now even a little assistant like you looks down on , is that it?" Shen Xinzhu slapped the assistant across the face.
She said viciously, "Shut the hell up. I pay you a salary, not so you can question ."
The little assistant stopped talking. What followed was Shen Xinzhu putting on a fake show of handing out food and clothes to the elderly, and then washing their feet.
After she finished all that, Shen Xinzhu started complaining again.
"That was disgusting, I need to wash my feet right now. These people stink to high heaven, who knows how long it’s been since they bathed. I feel like my hands are ruined. It’s so gross. I don’t even know why these people are still alive; they might as well just hurry up and die to save the country so grain."
This ti the little assistant didn’t respond; she just quietly stood behind her, saying nothing.
"Next ti you arrange so PR crap like this, don’t you dare pick a nursing ho again. I just spent two thousand on these nails, and I had to cut them off for this kind of bullshit. The reporters are about to co, hurry up and check if my makeup’s smudged."
Only then did the little assistant say, "No, Andy’s hands are really skillful, you can’t tell at all that you’re wearing makeup. It looks completely bare‑faced."
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