After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: Who Were They Talking About? Was It Teacher Qiao’s First Love?

Was that how she had treated Qiao Sijin all along?

For the first time, Fu Qingyun began to question her own decisions. She realized she might actually care about all those missing details from the past.

She didn’t know how to put it into words.

Opening her phone, Fu Qingyun searched Qiao Sijin’s name in the search bar for the first time.

A flood of results came in—various promotional materials and endorsements of Qiao Sijin, along with countless fan comments.

Fu Qingyun found Qiao Sijin’s Weibo account, but the app prompted her to download it first. She stood in front of the company building, and after a minute or two, the app finally installed.

People began arriving at work one after another.

When they saw Fu Qingyun standing at the entrance, many instinctively greeted her, “Good morning, President Fu!”

Whether it was because of a guilty conscience or something else, Fu Qingyun didn’t want others seeing her caught up in personal matters.

She quickly put her phone away and walked into the exclusive elevator.

By now, the app had finished installing.

But the registration process was still tedious. It took her quite a while to get through it, and just as the elevator reached the top floor, the app prompted her to upload a profile picture.

She opened her phone gallery—it was bland and boring. Fu Qingyun scrolled down and found a picture of a cat. A hand was placed on top of the orange tabby’s head, with a silver bracelet on the wrist.

It seemed like something Qiao Sijin had taken a long time ago using her phone. Fu Qingyun couldn’t even remember when exactly.

She hesitated over whether to use this as her profile picture, and just as she was about to give up, those comments from earlier came to mind again—all those fans calling Qiao Sijin “wifey.”

A small surge of possessiveness rose in her heart. After all, it was just a hand—no one would be able to tell.

Besides, Qiao Sijin had taken the photo herself.

As if under a spell, by the time Fu Qingyun realized it, she had already uploaded the image as her profile picture. Her username was still a random string of characters.

But she couldn’t be bothered to change it.

Using that photo as her avatar was already the most indulgent thing she’d done in a long time. Besides, their contract was over.

There were no more entanglements between them.

If she recklessly caused trouble for Qiao Sijin now, Fu Qingyun felt she’d be acting completely irrational.

She finally located Qiao Sijin’s account—her follower count was even higher than expected, already over 20 million. Her latest post had more than 300,000 likes.

The number kept climbing.

Fu Qingyun wasn’t fazed by the cold, rising metrics. It was the lively, sensual comments that made her uncomfortable.

The further she scrolled, the stronger the bitterness in her heart.

One fan had even zoomed in and screenshotted the beauty mark on Qiao Sijin’s neck. Fu Qingyun remembered kissing that spot many times before—the tingle of skin-on-skin contact was still vivid in her mind.

“Omg omg omg! That beauty mark is the sexiest one in the whole world! I wanna lick lick lick lick lick lick it all day!”
(Liked by 2K users)

Curiosity really had killed the cat. At this moment, Fu Qingyun regretted checking Qiao Sijin’s Weibo at all.

“President Fu, what coffee would you like this morning?”

Assistant Zhou cautiously observed her, and only spoke once Fu Qingyun had put her phone down.

“Espresso. No extras.”

This was work time. She shouldn’t be wasting it on these trivial matters. If she wanted to see Qiao Sijin again, there’d be plenty of opportunities.

The acquisition of the talent agency was already on the agenda.

Assistant Zhou quietly retreated, thinking that President Fu’s expression was more bitter than the coffee she’d just ordered. Best not to disturb her any further.

…

After finishing her interview, Gu Xin twisted open a bottle of mineral water her assistant handed her and took a sip.

The crew was busy packing up cameras and mics, chatting among themselves.

“Do you think what Teacher Qiao just said was true?”

“I wonder too—it was so dramatic, it’s probably real.”

The gossiping expressions around them showed unanimous agreement, everyone gathering closely like co-conspirators.

“First loves, huh. You never know with those.”

“And she told it so vividly… I believed her, anyway.”

They all seemed to recall the person who once made their hearts flutter—things got quiet for a moment as they each sank into their own memories.

Meanwhile, Gu Xin stopped sipping her water and perked up her ears, leaning slightly in their direction.

“Xin-jie, what are you eavesdropping on?”

Her assistant noticed Gu Xin’s strange behavior and quickly pulled up a chair beside her, noticing how fixated she was on the production crew’s conversation.

Was it some juicy gossip?

She herself had been distracted replying to work group chats and had missed what was being said.

“Nothing much.”

“Oh, go buy a few drinks. My treat.”

Gu Xin turned to instruct her assistant—after all, if she wanted to build rapport with the crew, these small gestures were essential.

Then she stood up.

She headed toward the production crew just as they were about to leave.

Her assistant didn’t think too much of it—if Gu Xin wanted to be friendly, then so be it. She went off to buy the drinks as requested.

“Were you guys just talking about first loves?”

Gu Xin had just been asked about that topic herself during the interview. Of course, Qiao Sijin’s face had flashed through her mind—but in the end, she answered as the script required.

Truthfully, that wasn’t her ideal type at all.

It was just what the company wanted her to say, so she went with it.

“Teacher Gu! Oh, uh, yeah—we were just talking about that… Can’t believe you’re into gossip too?”

There was no need to hide anything. The show was going to release these interview clips as a teaser anyway. Even if Gu Xin didn’t ask now, she’d see the footage online soon enough.

The production crew members were flattered. Gu Xin wasn’t a minor celebrity—and with her privileged background, she was clearly born with a silver spoon.

That someone like her would talk to them was a very “down-to-earth” move.

“Whose first love were you talking about? Was it Teacher Qiao’s?”

The main leads of the movie were just the two of them. Who else could it be?

It was too obvious. The crew immediately understood what Gu Xin really wanted to know.

“Hahaha, of course it was Teacher Qiao!”

“You wouldn’t believe it—what she said had us all tearing up.”

Having fully integrated herself into the production crew’s circle, Gu Xin finally voiced what she really wanted to ask:

“What did she say?”