After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: #QiaoSijinFirstLoveGirlfriend

#QiaoSijinFirstLovePhoto
#QiaoSijinRomance

After Qiao Sijin and Gu Xin’s photo hit the trending topics this morning, the green app’s netizens (referring to a social media platform) stayed up all night digging and finally unearthed the so-called “long-dead first love” that Qiao Sijin once mentioned.

In an instant, countless gossip accounts began reposting the photo. Though the picture was a little blurry and clearly from years ago, that didn’t stop the enthusiastic netizens from devouring the gossip—especially since Qiao Sijin’s popularity had been skyrocketing lately.

Since she won the Best Actress award, nearly every one of her Weibo posts had trended.

Naturally, this left many in the industry curious: Could it really be true that Qiao Sijin remained single all this time because of some silly old flame?

Had she truly never forgotten her first love?

To have such a stunning actress unable to forget someone from the past—such a person surely couldn’t be ordinary.

The photo was clearly taken on a rainy day. Qiao Sijin appeared very close to the person beside her, with her long hair draped behind her head and her face resting gently against the person’s arm.

Only half the person under the umbrella was visible—a slim figure in a black long coat with lazily draped long hair. Judging by the silhouette alone, it was clearly a woman. If they were just close friends in college, holding arms like that might not be a big deal.

But the real catch? The watch on the woman’s wrist was certainly not something a typical student could afford. After netizens zoomed in, many agreed it was something only someone from a wealthy family could wear.

“That silhouette looks familiar… Don’t tell me Qiao the actress’s first love is someone we all know?”

“Same here. Judging by that style, whoever it is probably owns a mine. I knew it—Qiao Sijin would never fall for an average Joe~”

“You’re just making wild guesses. So what if she once talked about her first love? That doesn’t prove anything about the person in the photo.”

“You’re all just vultures feeding off gossip! Disgusting!”

“Shameless gossip accounts, all they do is spread nonsense. Report them!”

Of course, a large portion of Qiao Sijin’s fans didn’t believe the anonymous rumors. Especially since Qiao Sijin’s own account was silent and hadn’t issued any clarification.

Still, some fans couldn’t sit still and began spamming her studio’s account, tagging them non-stop.

But just half an hour later, another massive bombshell dropped: the watch on the mysterious woman’s wrist had already been identified on a list of public owners—one of whom was none other than the CEO of Nanshan Group, Fu Qingyun.

The rest of the listed owners were middle-aged or elderly individuals, which only fueled speculation.

That did it.

People who had previously found the back view familiar began pulling up past photos of Fu Qingyun from old news coverage for comparison.

And the conclusion became inevitable.

The trending tags were updated once again:

#QiaoSijinFuQingyun
#QiaoSijinFirstLoveGirlfriend
#NanshanGroupFuQingyun

As the CEO of Nanshan Group, Fu Qingyun was only known to a niche crowd interested in business and finance.

But with the new “Qiao Sijin’s first love girlfriend” label, she was now thrust into the broader public eye, and with that came growing curiosity.

What kind of woman could capture Qiao Sijin’s heart?

Let’s not forget—Qiao Sijin had never publicly dated anyone since her debut. Compared to other starlets, her private life was squeaky clean.

Too clean, in fact—it made people suspicious.

“OMG!!! Qiao Sijin’s first love is actually President Fu?!”

“She’s gorgeous! Is this what people who follow finance get to look at every day?”

“No way… You mean the Nanshan Group? I just bought something from them last week. Their CEO is this stunning? Who needs brand ambassadors with a face like that?”

“I couldn’t understand why Qiao Sijin would be so hung up on a lost love—now it all makes sense!”

“Why is everyone only talking about how hot Fu Qingyun is? Isn’t the actual shocking part that Qiao Sijin once said her first love was dead?”

“—Which doesn’t necessarily mean she was talking about our President Fu~”

“Hissss… Is Fu Qingyun still single? These pics are so beautiful, I saved them as my phone wallpaper!”

…

Meanwhile, Qiao Sijin was still having dinner with Zhou Qi in a private room, completely unaware that the entire internet had just stripped her emotional history bare.

She had tossed her phone into her bag and silenced it, not wanting to be disturbed by irrelevant messages. She’d already let Tao Yi know about her dinner plans, so it wasn’t a big deal to go without checking her phone for a bit.

The restaurant lighting was warm and mellow, with freshly cut flowers on the table, vibrant and full of life.

Zhou Qi was looking especially radiant lately. She scooped a spoonful of mushroom soup with a silver spoon and brought it to her lips. Then she glanced at the green mousse cake in front of Qiao Sijin, who had only taken one tiny bite and didn’t seem to have much appetite.

“You okay? Usually when we go out to eat, you have a way better appetite,” Zhou Qi teased with a smile. “What’s up today—do I make you lose your appetite or something?”

Qiao Sijin, who had been lazily stirring her dessert with a spoon, suddenly snapped back to attention.

She rested her face on one hand and gave a small, wry smile.

“No, I’m just… thinking about something else.”

Zhou Qi figured she was distracted and put down her fork, pressing further: “Let me guess—you’re still thinking about her, huh? That old flame of yours?”

“She seems to be living it up lately. Didn’t she just acquire Xuanyu Media?”

Qiao Sijin looked up with a hint of indifference in her eyes. Zhou Qi was clearly trying to stir the pot—did she think Qiao Sijin was too dumb to notice?

“Please, I work there now, okay?”

“That lunatic Fu Qingyun… What the hell is she doing? She just can’t stand seeing me happy, can she? She wants to keep me tied to her for life.”

“Why does she get to say it’s over, but I don’t?”

The more she spoke, the angrier she got.

Zhou Qi was just about to say something to calm the firestorm brewing across the table when her phone started buzzing nonstop in her pocket.

Who would call her on her private number at this hour?

“Sorry, give me a sec—I need to take this.”

She frowned slightly. It wasn’t supposed to be her assistant—she’d told her she was out with Qiao Sijin.

“Hello? Who’s this?”