Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 7

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[Yeah, Brother Qi really is staying at a hotel in A City.]

His explanation was convincing, and while a few people were still skeptical, most netizens believed him.

[Okay, but am I the only one who thinks Yu Qianxia and Qi Yuanzhou actually look good together?]

[If they were actually dating, I wouldn't mind!]

[A proud heiress x a top idol? Omg, the ship potential is insane!]

[I noticed their shots under the cherry blossom tree this afternoon were chef's kiss—I swear, they totally match!]

Sister Rong scrolled through the comments. The people accusing Qianxia of shady business had been drowned out by CP stans.

She rolled her eyes. This issue was cleared up, but she couldn't shake the frustration. Qi Yuanzhou got to play both the good guy and the victim, buying up so many CP stans just to force a ship. The way he was going about this was just shameless.

"Xia Xia, don't bother with Qi Yuanzhou. His popularity has been declining these past few years. His resources are terrible, and no one's even investing in his albums anymore. He's pulling all these stunts just to latch onto you and the Yu family's connections..." Sister Rong muttered with a frown.

Yu Qianxia nodded casually. "Yeah, I figured. But what he probably doesn't realize is... this so-called Yu family heiress has no resources or connections at all."

Hearing this, Sister Rong's expression turned complicated.

Netizens kept calling her a rich industry plant, acting like she had all the money, connections, and backing in the world. But the truth?

Yu Qianxia had fallen out with her family and was out here making it on her own. The Yu family had never supported her—not even a little.

On the other side, Yan Zhirou had just stepped into her nanny van. She hadn't even taken a sip of the water her assistant handed her when her manager, Sister Zhao, hit her with a bombshell.

"Zhirou, you've lost followers."

"What?" Yan Zhirou's face changed instantly. "Why?"

She had performed well on the variety show—worked hard on tasks, got along with the guests. She wasn't expecting a surge in fans, but why was she losing them?

Sister Zhao pulled out a mirror from her bag, her smile a little awkward. "See for yourself."

Yan Zhirou took one look and gasped in horror. "Damn! My makeup is ruined!"

Her once flawless, porcelain complexion had melted under the sun after five to six hours of filming. Her foundation had caked and clumped in uneven patches, and the dark circles under her eyes—once expertly concealed—were now on full display.

Frantically, she pulled out her phone and checked the trending topics. She ignored the screen full of Yu Qianxia's scandals—after all, there was always something negative trending about her.

Instead, her eyes landed on a particularly jarring hashtag:

#What pure and beautiful gardenia, her melted makeup is hideous#

The internet's standards for female celebrities were brutal. A tiny imperfection, and they would nitpick relentlessly. Some of her own fans had already unfollowed her.

Yan Zhirou felt the world spin for a second. She swallowed hard, suddenly overwhelmed with unease.

Sister Zhao sighed. "Zhirou, hurry and fix your makeup. We have an interview scheduled with Entertainment Jump. The reporters are already outside waiting."

No way!

Yan Zhirou was just about to refuse, but before she could, the reporters had already pulled open the van door. A whole crew, cameras in hand, stepped inside.

This was a pre-arranged interview meant to boost her exposure and increase her recognition.

Her makeup artist quickly touched up her face, and soon, the interview began. The reporter, sitting across from her, smiled politely and got straight to the point.

"Zhirou, did you have fun filming 'Let's Go Travel Together today'?"

Without thinking, Yan Zhirou blurted out, "No, it was miserable. This shitty weather is hot as hell—it melted my makeup! If it weren't for the fact that I needed more exposure to get that final audition slot, I wouldn't have bothered coming on this stupid show."

Reporter: "..."

Sister Zhao stared at her in shock.

Yan Zhirou realized her mistake too late. Her smile stiffened.

The atmosphere grew awkward. The reporter forced a laugh, hesitated for a few seconds, then asked again, "Well, after spending the day together, what do you think of the other guests on the show?"

Yan Zhirou put on an innocent, wide-eyed expression—but what she said next was utterly explosive.

"The other guests? You mean those nobodies? If it weren't for the producer, I wouldn't have agreed to be on the same show as them. Do they even deserve to be here? They're not even worthy."

Reporter & Sister Zhao: "..."

Five minutes later, Sister Zhao personally escorted the reporter out, practically begging them not to publish that interview. She smoothed things over with every polite phrase in her arsenal, barely managing to keep the situation from spiraling further.

Once the reporters were gone, she spun around, gritting her teeth. "Zhirou, what the hell was that? Do you even realize what you just said? You're still in your rising phase—don't get cocky! If someone catches you slipping up like this, you'll be finished!"

Yan Zhirou hung her head in silence.

Sister Zhao assumed she was reflecting on her mistake and launched into another lecture about public image and the importance of maintaining a good reputation.

After a long while, Yan Zhirou finally lifted her head. Her face was a little pale. Her tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed, and she parted her lips, her voice soft.

"...Sorry, Sister Zhao. I was just too exhausted and spoke without thinking. It won't happen again."

"Forget it. You've had a rough afternoon—just get some rest," Sister Zhao sighed, waving it off before turning to handle other matters.

Yan Zhirou exhaled slowly. She stared out the car window, watching the scenery blur past.

Then, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk curled at the corner of her lips.

The break lasted two hours, and the production team notified everyone to gather at the guesthouse to continue recording the show.

Yu Qianxia checked her awake time. The six hours of gossip she'd gotten from Qi Yuanzhou was down to just half an hour now.

The system was getting impatient, [Host, you've got one last gossip chance for the day. Who's it gonna be?]

Yu Qianxia was on her way to the guesthouse, glancing around, trying to spot her next gossip target.

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