Chapter 322 - 322: Revealing Her Identity, Si Fuqing is Yun Lan

Chapter 322 - 322: Revealing Her Identity, Si Fuqing is Yun Lan

Translator: _Min_

Hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyan slowly exhaled and finally revealed a smile.

Soon, Si Fuqing would vanish from the entertainment circle.

Although she had her own scandals, even if they were uncovered, they would cause no significant harm.

The incident with “Youth With You” would be forgotten in a few days.

Lin Qingyan also knew how to play the victim quite well.

All she had to do was shift the blame away from herself.

But Si Fuqing was different.

Si Fuqing’s popularity was based on her so-called “Great Xia Divine Beauty” , which attracted numerous fans.

If her fans found out that Si Fuqing’s face was artificial, would they still adore her?Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Of course not.

This time, she had made thorough preparations, leaving no room for failure.

Elsewhere, in a hotel.

Xie Yanqiu sat on the sofa, arms crossed, “Tell me, where did you get the clothes from?”

Xie Yu stood before her, his dance costume from the previous night laid out on the bed.

From a distance, it was hard to tell, but up close, with Xie Yanqiu’s keen eye, it was obvious that this was Lan’s core design, and her favorite style at that.

Xie Yanqiu, usually busy dealing with supernatural events all over the country, had only one hobby – fashion.

Her wardrobe was entirely Lan’s creations, so she was more than familiar with Lan’s design style.

Xie Yu blatantly lied, “The program team gave it to me.”

“The program team?” Xie Yanqiu’s hand slammed on the glass coffee table. “Do you think your mother is a fool? If the program team could give you this, you wouldn’t be struggling with votes.”

“Mom, this isn’t home, don’t break other people’s stuff,” Xie Yu replied nonchalantly. “It really is from the program team. Do you think I bought it?” “You could afford it?” Xie Yanqiu scoffed. “Even I can’t get my hands on it.” Xie Yu was speechless.

“This dance costume is confiscated,” Xie Yanqiu stated coldly, putting it away.

“I’m going to collect it, you can forget about wearing it.”

“Fine,” Xie Yu nodded. “Since you’re keeping it, and it looks quite expensive, how about I trade it for a year without you hitting me?”

Xie Yanqiu ignored him and started browsing Si Fuqing’s fan forum. “I’ll check out Qingqing’s forum.”

Si Fuqing’s speech from yesterday had also impressed her.

An eighteen-year-old girl with such courage was indeed rare.

Xie Yanqiu began contemplating how to kidnap Si Fuqing back.

She glanced at Xie Yu, her gaze filled with disdain.

She was no longer suitable as a daughter-in-law.

She pondered other options.

“Son, what’s this Speed Sports?” Xie Yanqiu frowned. “I saw people in the forum saying Speed Sports wants to harm Qingqing.”

“Hmmm?” Xie Yu narrowed his eyes. “It’s the largest investor in my talent show.”

“The largest?” Xie Yanqiu looked up. “How much money?”

“About one billion.”

“Trash. ”

Xie Yu:

“Speed Sports, let your father buy it out,” Xie Yanqiu ordered. “One billion and they dare to be arrogant here, embarrassing.”

Yu Xiheng replied calmly, “Proceed according to the rules. And deal with that plastic surgery clinic as well.”

The internet was still in chaos.

Even those frequently involved in fan circles knew this was a tactic to suppress Si Fuqing by other artists, but bystanders didn’t care, affecting some neutral fans.

[This is the Great Xia Divine Beauty? Don’t insult these words.]

[I was thinking of becoming a fan, but forget it.]

[She was as fat as a pig, so ugly.]

Lin Qingyan, looking at these comments, felt much better.

The forged signature, crafted by a professional, aligned with the timeline of Si Fuqing’s time abroad, making it hard to trace.

Lin Qingyan finished her coffee and left the café.

Walking, she encountered an elderly man.

The old man had just come out of his house, still putting on his mask.

Lin Qingyan glanced at him casually, not paying much attention.

But after a few steps, she found him familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in recognition.

Wasn’t that the fashion godfather, Gu Wenzhu?!

Gu Wenzhu was known for his quirky temperament, and few people could catch his eye.

Even Glenn’s award-winning actors and actresses showed him utmost respect.

Each piece he designed sparked new international trends.

He was the undisputed number one in the fashion world.

Gu Wenzhu now appeared in the Great Xia Empire?!

Lin Qingyan’s expression lit up with excitement, and she immediately followed him.

Meeting Mel was nothing special for her, but encountering Gu Wenzhu was sheer luck.

If she could become his model and break into Glenn, she might become the next Yun Lan.

Maybe even the God’s Right Hand would come out of retirement to design for her.

Her heart raced as she quickened her pace.

But Gu Wen Zhu’s steps were surprisingly agile for a seventy-year-old.

Lin Qingyan didn’t dare follow too closely.

Finally, at the next corner, Gu Wenzhu stopped.

Lin Qingyan caught her breath, ready to approach.

Then she saw another person in front of Gu Wenzhu.

A girl with a baseball cap, slightly hiding her forehead.

But that flawless face, visible from all angles, belonged to none other than Si Fuqing.

Lin Qingyan frowned.

Did Si Fuqing also recognize Gu Wenzhu?

Caught in the midst of a plastic surgery scandal, yet she dared to walk so openly on the street?

But she had to admit, Si Fuqing’s face was flawless.

If Gu Wenzhu was deceived...

“Mr. Gu, sorry to disturb, but her face—”

Lin Qingyan took a couple of steps forward and was about to speak softly when she heard Gu Wenzhu ask Si Fuqing, “Yun Lan, now that your show has ended, will you attend the Glenn Awards in June?”