Thinking of that scene, Fang YanHuan couldn't help but tremble.
She emulated other celebrities by hiring internet trolls to insult Fang Miaomiao.
Moreover, her actions truly led a large number of netizens to slander Fang Miaomiao, spreading rumors. The more Fang Miaomiao was attacked, the more popular she became, and more film crews were willing to cast her.
From then on, even without relying on the Fang family, she could thrive in the entertainment industry, while Fang Miaomiao was like a rat in a sewer.
When Fang Miaomiao was pushed to the brink, she approached Wang Jiahui about terminating the contract. How could she possibly agree? Without Fang Miaomiao in the entertainment industry, she would lose a dazzling calling card.
Therefore, she sought out Wang Jiahui, who was clever and chose her. Fang Miaomiao, due to the exorbitant termination fee, tacitly allowed everyone to cast blame on her, and her eyes became dim and lifeless.
But why, why was Fang Miaomiao so lucky to marry the head of the Wen Corporation? Although they hadn't had a wedding, they were officially married.
Why was Fang Miaomiao so incredibly lucky?
She was unwilling. Fang Miaomiao was supposed to be her stepping stone, a broken rock in the mud. She hated this Fang Miaomiao, and by extension, hated Wen Zhiyan.
Why did this cripple, Wen Zhiyan, marry Fang Miaomiao?
She resorted to her old tricks, paying her accustomed internet trolls to spread rumors online that Wen Zhiyan was a fifty or sixty-year-old man, causing Fang Miaomiao to once again face public condemnation.
Finally, she succeeded.
Everyone believed Fang Miaomiao had married a fifty or sixty-year-old rich man by any means necessary, and had even abused her stepson.
She watched the online insults directed at Fang Miaomiao, finding them increasingly pleasing to the eye. Yes, this was how it should be. Fang Miaomiao, who had usurped her position as a young lady, how could she be allowed to live peacefully in this world?
"Fang Miaomiao, in this world, I am the protagonist. How can you, a villain, ever defeat me?" Fang YanHuan laughed maniacally. Thinking of something, she found her phone in her bag and dialed.
"Miss Fang, planning to spread rumors about Fang Miaomiao again?"
Fang YanHuan listened to the teasing voice on the other end of the phone, her grip on the receiver tightening. After taking a deep breath to conceal her emotions, she said, "I want everyone to know about the sordid affair between Fang Miaomiao, Fu Lin, and Wang Jiahui."
"Tsk tsk tsk, that might be a bit difficult."
"What do you mean, you want to raise the price?"
"Oh, it can't be helped, can it? The internet crackdown on rumors has intensified lately, and our business isn't easy either," the person on the phone quipped. "We've been cooperating for so long, you have to consider us, my subordinates need to eat too."
Hearing this, Fang YanHuan said through gritted teeth, "You should know that as long as anything bad about Fang Miaomiao is said, people will believe it, and no one will come looking for you. It's not dangerous at all. Are you trying to extort me now?"
"Then I can't help it. Pay more, and I'll do it. If not, please forgive my inability, find someone else."
"Are you playing with me?"
"How is this playing with you? How about this, add fifty thousand. Fifty thousand, okay? You're a celebrity, and you have money at home. Fifty thousand isn't excessive, is it? As long as you add fifty thousand, I'll handle this perfectly."
"Fifty thousand, one hour, I want Fang Miaomiao to be the talk of the town."
"Ok, ok, once the money is in, everything is negotiable."
Fang YanHuan hung up the phone and, as usual, transferred fifty thousand yuan to an account.
In a small room.
"It's arrived?"
The young man with dyed hair nodded nervously upon hearing this, then added as if remembering something, "This really has nothing to do with me. My brothers and I just wanted to make a living."
Who knew that after spreading the rumors, so many people would believe them, and more importantly, the police wouldn't arrest them.
This made them feel that heaven was protecting them, causing them to get ahead of themselves. Unexpectedly, once they got ahead, bang, a group of burly men showed up.
Damn it, bad luck. If they had known, they should have asked for more money back then.
"You think you did nothing wrong?" Wen Zhiyan asked with a smile.
On the other side, Da Chen threw a dagger onto the table.
The dyed-hair man had never seen such a scene before. His face turned pale, his eyeballs rolled back, and he was about to pretend to be dead.
A gust of palm wind approached.
Before he could react, a slapprint was directly imprinted on his cheek.
The stinging pain on his cheek made him gasp, "No, big brother, it was just a play, no need to slap me."
The dyed-hair man said, sitting up straight, "Didn't I know I was wrong? If you give me a chance, my brothers and I will definitely correct ourselves."
Seeing Wen Zhiyan remain silent, the dyed-hair man gritted his teeth and put his palm on the table as if ready to die, "How many fingers do you want? I'll say it first, take my fingers and let my brothers go."
Da Chen frowned slightly and pushed down the suddenly agitated dyed-hair man, "Stay put, what's wrong with you?"
Dyed-hair man: "..."
What's going on? He said he had a problem? But he seemed unable to win, what should he do?
"You have twenty brothers."
In other words, two hands wouldn't be enough.
The dyed-hair man deflated, "Then, big brother, what exactly do you want?"
Damn it, he was sleeping soundly in bed when a loud noise came from outside the door.
Before he could even react, he was dragged out of bed, hastily dressed, and he couldn't resist, because someone was staring at him fiercely.
When he finally came to his senses, a very handsome man walked in from the door and sat in a chair.
As if in a daze, as the man sat down, he felt that his shabby room was unworthy of this man!
"Sit down and shut up."
"Sir, the internet police are here and are currently copying the data," Xin Xuanlai walked in and whispered into Wen Zhiyan's ear.
Wen Zhiyan nodded slightly, "Where is Wen Wenlan?"
Xin Xuanlai awkwardly touched his nose, "He's, looking at the computer, I don't know what he's thinking."
Wen Zhiyan let out a sneer, "And that kid's phone."
"Don't worry, sir, none of these people will get away."
It didn't matter before if they couldn't find evidence. Now, if they found it and didn't clean it up, even if he, the assistant, didn't do a perfect job.
Finally, the dyed-hair man and his more than twenty brothers were taken away in a police car.
"Uncle Xiao," Wen Wenlan looked at Wen Zhiyan in the wheelchair with a complex expression, "Did you always know that Fang YanHuan was targeting Fang, Aunt?"
"I couldn't find evidence before," Wen Zhiyan said lightly, looking at Wen Wenlan with a hint of pity in his eyes. In fact, if they hadn't used Wen Wenlan this time, they might still be in the same situation as before, unable to find anything.