Rich Side Character Goes Viral for Gossiping on a Laid-Back Reality Show Ch. 42

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[Can't believe she made up stuff like this just to clean her own image.]

[Ruan Zhiyao's so pitiful—twice now she's been hit with nasty rumors. Yu Qianxia's way too vicious...]

Director Qian eventually stepped in, breaking up the confrontation and urging the guests to finish their tasks.

Without a confession from Song Mubai, there was nothing left to dig out. Yu Qianxia didn't press further—she simply turned back to finish preparing her stewed lamb noodles.

Si Churao leaned in from across the table, nudging Yu Qianxia's elbow. "That's it?" she asked under her breath.

Yu Qianxia nodded and admitted calmly, "I don't have any proof."

Si Churao clicked her tongue. "Tch. They really got off easy."

Not long after, Yu Qianxia finished her dish—second to complete the task. A steaming bowl of lamb noodle soup, colorful and fragrant, was plated up. It had meat, veggies, perfect presentation—totally mouthwatering.

Si Churao couldn't help but praise her. "People always say you're a rich girl with ten perfect fingers who's never lifted a pan in her life—but who would've guessed you actually cook this well?"

Yu Qianxia shook her head with a smile. "It's just a bowl of noodles. I'm no different from everyone else—we all need to eat."

After that, Si Churao and Song Mubai also completed their tasks.

Director Qian began assigning the accommodations for the night.

At that moment, Ruan Zhiyao received the hotel keycard. Her eyes gleamed as an idea sparked, and she suddenly turned to the camera. "A lot happened today, but being able to take part in this show and do these tasks with such amazing seniors—it's been really fun."

"It might feel a bit rushed since I only decided this around noon today, but I really wanted to do it."

"I asked my manager to book the Z City Stadium for tonight. I want to give a special gift to the people who've supported and believed in me."

She paused here, building suspense.

The screen lit up with a flurry of bullet comments before she continued, "I'll be holding a concert tonight at 8 PM at the stadium. Admission is free and first-come, first-served—there's a 500-person limit due to venue capacity."

"I hope you'll come listen to my songs."

"This is the gift I wanted to give to all of you!"

[Whaaat!! That's amazing! I'm so hyped for this now!]

[An angel-voiced Ruan Zhiyao concert, and it's FREE? She's being so genuine!]

[This concert is probably her way of clearing those lipsyncing rumors, huh?]

[Pfft! Like our girl would ever lipsync! This concert is gonna slap someone's face hard!]

[Ugh, soooo jealous of everyone in Z City right now. I'd fly there tonight if I could!]

With the tasks finished, the livestream was temporarily closed.

Ruan Zhiyao left the set and immediately turned to her manager. "What's the internet saying? Did President Zha call?"

Her manager handed over the phone. "You're good online—people are siding with you now. But... President Zha..."

Ruan Zhiyao sucked in a breath. Her heart jumped into her throat when she saw over a dozen missed calls from Zha Yanhong.

No man takes being cheated on well—let alone someone like Zha Yanhong, a ruthless business mogul who demands total loyalty.

As she scrambled for an excuse in her head, the phone rang again. She hurriedly picked up. "Hello? President Zha?"

A low, angry voice rumbled on the other end. "Ruan Zhiyao, you better explain. Or else..."

Her nose tingled with sudden grievance, and she quickly slipped into victim mode. "President Zha, I swear I've been wronged! It's all Yu Qianxia stirring up drama on the show, throwing out baseless accusations. I don't even know Song Mubai like that—how could I possibly be involved with him?"

"I already have you—why would I want someone else?"

She argued with Zha Yanhong for a good fifteen minutes. The man was naturally suspicious and didn't fully buy her story. In the end, Ruan Zhiyao snapped, "If you still don't believe me, go ahead and investigate!"

"Fine! If I find out you are messing around behind my back, I won't let you off!" he snapped before hanging up.

Ruan Zhiyao finally relaxed, her body losing its tense rigidity. She clutched her phone tightly, mentally retracing every step, every detail—making sure she hadn't left behind any evidence.

Only when she was confident that nothing could be traced back to her did she truly calm down.

7:30 PM, Z City Stadium.

There was half an hour left before Ruan Zhiyao's concert began.

A crowd of fans and curious onlookers—many drawn in by the livestream—had already gathered at the gates.

Guests and staff from the show were allowed entry through the secure backstage access.

Ruan Zhiyao had assumed Yu Qianxia wouldn't dare show her face, but just before the concert started, Yu Qianxia did arrive—trailing behind her were Si Churao and Ji Minghan.

Ji Minghan greeted her with a cheerful, carefree grin. "Hey, Ruan Zhiyao, good luck on your performance tonight!"

Ruan Zhiyao forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Thank you."

Without another word, she turned and disappeared backstage. She had no desire to see any of them right now. They were like ghosts—clingy, persistent, and impossible to shake.

Yu Qianxia's arm was linked with Si Churao's as the two of them headed toward the inner section to find their seats. Just as they stepped out, they nearly bumped into someone coming the opposite way—Song Mubai.

The moment Song Mubai saw Yu Qianxia, a faint crease formed between his brows.

He was about to walk past her in silence when Yu Qianxia suddenly stopped. "Song Mubai."

He paused mid-step, clearly a little annoyed, but still responded, "What is it?"

"If Ruan Zhiyao was lip-syncing, and she's actually tone-deaf and can't carry a tune, that means she's been lying to you from the start. Would you still like her then?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Song Mubai's face, but he didn't take the bait. His voice remained cool. "Sorry, I have nothing to do with Ruan Zhiyao. I'd appreciate it if you stopped making baseless assumptions, Miss Yu."

Yu Qianxia gave an exaggerated sigh and shrugged. "Boring."

Once he was gone, Ji Minghan leaned in, curious as ever. "Wait—so she really lipsyncs?"

Before Yu Qianxia could answer, Si Churao spoke up confidently, "Of course. Has Qianxia ever gotten a scoop wrong?"

Ji Minghan nodded like it was gospel. "True that." After all, he'd experienced it firsthand—Yu Qianxia was the only person who'd ever dug up his dark past.

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