After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Is This Woman Fu Qingyun Planning to Haunt Me Even After Death?

It only took a few sentences for the crew to retell what Qiao Sijin had said earlier — of course, adding some vivid embellishments to spice it up.

Though Gu Xin’s expression remained unchanged, inside, her heart was already stewing in jealousy.
And yet, she felt a trace of delight — something inexplicably satisfying.

To be honest, she liked this feeling Qiao Sijin gave her — this strange surge of emotion and impulse.

She spoke of her first love having passed away… could that have been to provoke her?

Sijin, isn’t this your indirect way of admitting you still love her?

From Qiao Sijin’s youth until now…

Gu Xin’s fingers clenched tightly around the plastic water bottle, making a loud crinkling sound as the thin bottle was crushed under her grip.

Her assistant, rushing back with two large bags of drinks, arrived just in time to see this scene. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Gu Xin’s gloomy face — had something serious happened?

Forcing a smile, she stepped forward, drinks in hand.

“What’s wrong, Xin-jie?”

“I brought the drinks back. Should I take them over to the crew?”

Gu Xin nodded silently in response, saying no more.

Fu Qingyun again… it’s always Fu Qingyun.

She sat alone in her chair, mood sour and unsettled. She picked up the script beside her and started flipping through it. Even the final fate of the two female leads in the story ended in tragedy.

Why couldn’t she and Qiao Sijin take even one step forward? Even as friends — just as friends would be enough.

Slow and steady…
As long as she could stay in Qiao Sijin’s life as a friend, everything else could wait — she wasn’t in a hurry.

But right now, Qiao Sijin was rejecting all attempts to get close.
She wasn’t opening up again — not to her, not to anyone. Everyone was kept outside the gates.

….

As soon as the official movie account released the clip online, it immediately caused a stir.

“Wait… for real? This is the first time I’ve ever seen our Xiao Jin talk about her first love!”

“Oh my god, so tragic. I wanna give her a hug!”

“Don’t cry, Xiao Jin. Mama’s here to cuddle you!”

Fans flooded into the comments, and the post quickly gained traction. Soon, a new trending tag emerged:

#QiaoSijinFirstLove

For celebrities, the most attention-grabbing thing often isn’t a new movie or show, but rather a juicy romantic revelation — that’s what stirs up the biggest waves.

Curious netizens jumped on the bandwagon, especially since Qiao Sijin had recently won a major award and was at the peak of her career.

The discussion count skyrocketed.
Her background had been carefully curated by Fu Qingyun — spotless and flawless, with virtually no scandals. In the industry, Qiao Sijin had an excellent reputation.
Her only gossip had been occasional CP rumors with male co-stars.

But amidst all the teary fan comments, a few speculative voices began to rise:

“Am I the only one curious who this first love of hers was?”

“Didn’t she go to XX Drama Academy for college? I heard her grades were excellent in high school, never dated anyone. I was in her year — probably met her first love in college.”

“How can you be so sure she didn’t date in high school? Maybe she just didn’t let you know~”

“Trust me, I know. She was so popular. The line of people trying to ask her out stretched from the classroom building to the cafeteria… Every little rumor about her got around fast.”

Qiao Sijin hadn’t expected this level of online blow-up.

She had only brought up her first love on camera to vent a bit of pent-up emotion.
Now it seemed she might’ve started a wildfire.

What if Fu Qingyun sees these posts? What then?
Wouldn’t she be in serious danger?

Suddenly, her mind flashed back to the day she was cornered in the hallway of the clubhouse by Fu Qingyun.

That version of Fu Qingyun… she’d never seen her like that before.
So unfamiliar, so intense — it made her uneasy.

Crap. Could this be the prelude to some kind of violent obsession?

“Now that things are blowing up in your face, you’re finally worried?”

Tao Yi, propping her head on her hand, looked amused. She’d seen plenty of drama in her time and didn’t find this a particularly big deal.

“I’m not worried.”

“Let the netizens say whatever they want.”

Qiao Sijin didn’t deny that she had truly loved Fu Qingyun once. Nor did she deny ever having had a first love.

With her arms crossed, she tilted her chin up and gazed out the window at the sunlight streaming in, her tone quietly reflective.

“Good attitude. Let’s hope you keep it that way next time.”

Tao Yi picked up a fountain pen and continued reviewing scripts and contracts for her other artists.
Still, Qiao Sijin was easily the most successful one she’d ever managed.

This time, Qiao Sijin had returned because the outdoor filming was done, and they were moving to the film studio to shoot the remaining scenes.

This was the emotional climax of Night Sky’s second half.

“Besides, Sijin… you’re back in the city now. It’s not like when you were out filming in the middle of nowhere. You can’t act so recklessly anymore.”

“Remember — there are always paparazzi hanging around outside the studio gates.”

In the past, Tao Yi would’ve strictly controlled Qiao Sijin’s behavior. But Qiao’s powerful background had always made her cautious and respectful.

Plus, Qiao Sijin was never arrogant, never abusive of her position, and certainly never used Fu Qingyun’s name to throw her weight around.

Over time, the two had grown to have more of a friendship than a typical artist-manager relationship.

“What do you mean by ‘reckless’?”

“Wait… don’t tell me…”

Suddenly, Qiao Sijin noticed the office layout had changed.
Even Tao Yi’s studio looked different.

She hadn’t noticed earlier — maybe because it had been a while since she’d been here. The changes weren’t drastic, but noticeable once she took a closer look.

“Judging by that expression, I’d say you guessed right.”

“Yup. President Fu is personally taking over our company.”

“Now guess who she’s coming for.”

No way…
Qiao Sijin cried out internally in despair, clutching her head with both hands.

Is Fu Qingyun really planning to haunt me even from the grave?!

Is there no justice left in the world?!

Seeing Qiao Sijin’s facade of aloofness completely collapse, Tao Yi just smiled helplessly.
As the saying goes, “Spilt water can’t be gathered again” — this was something only Qiao herself could fix.

“But hey, it’s good news for me. At least that annoying boss of mine has been reassigned.”

“Now this whole place is mine to manage.”