After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: President Fu—Don’t Act Recklessly!

XuanYu Entertainment.

Fu Qingyun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Since it was a medium-sized company, the building wasn’t very tall, so nearby structures could be seen clearly.

“Knock knock knock”—someone rapped on the office door.

Her phone on the desk buzzed continuously, but draped in her blazer, Fu Qingyun made no move. Her gaze remained fixed on a park in the distance. The fountain in the park was spraying water into the air. Thankfully, she was wearing her glasses today and could see the glimmering fountain bathed in the sunset glow.

“Come in. What is it you need to tell me?”

She had already instructed that no one should disturb her during her alone time, so anyone knocking this urgently must have a good reason.

“President Fu… you’re currently being reported on by the media…”

Assistant Zhou stepped in with a look of solemn resolve. Life wasn’t easy—he let out a silent sigh.

“What is it? If it’s just about me, as the face of Nanshan Group, acquiring XuanYu, then there’s nothing noteworthy to report.”

Turning away from the window, Fu Qingyun walked back toward her desk.

She’d been in meetings all day, and her head still rang with the bickering voices of those old men. But she knew—

Zhou would never bother her over trivial matters. So, she didn’t send him away.

Instead, she sat down.

“You’re right, President Fu. What I’m referring to isn’t that—it’s about you and Miss Qiao.”

Those three simple words were enough to make the distracted Fu Qingyun frown.

“Which media outlet reported on us?”

“What exactly did they say?”

She suddenly remembered the phone she had set aside—could all the buzzing messages be about this?

Two sharp, consecutive questions—Zhou had expected this and prepared a mental draft in advance.

“All the major media outlets are reporting on this… specifically about you and Miss Qiao back in your school days.”

“President Fu, the public narrative is already starting to shift—it’s becoming unfavorable toward Miss Qiao. Should we have the PR team step in to handle this?”

School days…

Fu Qingyun’s thoughts drifted. She met Qiao Sijin when the latter was still in university.

“Find out who is pulling strings behind the scenes. I want this investigated thoroughly.”

“I’ll handle it personally.”

Even though their relationship had officially ended, Fu Qingyun hadn’t expected that pulling her people back would allow something like this to happen so soon.

“Understood, President Fu.”

“I’ll contact the PR team immediately.”

Just then, Zhou’s phone buzzed from his pocket—an ominous feeling surged in the air.

“Go ahead and answer it.”

Zhou nodded, pulled out his phone, and held it to his ear. To avoid bothering Fu Qingyun, he didn’t put it on speaker.

But it was clearly not good news.

Fu Qingyun watched as Zhou’s expression stiffened. He walked slowly toward the window.

Had something happened downstairs?

She stood up as well. Earlier, while gazing out the window, she hadn’t paid attention to what was happening below.

Now, looking through the glass—

The view was completely different from before.

Outside the entrance, hordes of paparazzi and reporters had gathered, jostling each other. Even the parking lot was packed with cars. Flashes flickered continuously.

Due to security’s obstruction,

The reporters were held at bay, unable to enter, but they crowded aggressively at the entrance.

“President Fu… as you can see, the situation is very serious. But, the reporters might not be here for you specifically.”

“After all, Miss Qiao is also an artist under XuanYu. They might be staking out for her, not knowing that you’re still in the building.”

Fu Qingyun’s eyes remained calm, observing the chaos below. She turned to leave the office.

“President Fu—don’t act recklessly!”

Zhou heard the urgency in her footsteps and knew that she was angry. She must be deeply displeased.

“If you go out now, every camera and all attention will turn to you.”

Every time President Fu was involved in something related to Miss Qiao, Zhou had to worry himself to death.

“I don’t mind. I was the one who initiated that contract. I was also the one who approached her first.”

Fu Qingyun walked over to her desk and picked up her phone. Earlier, she hadn’t been too busy to reply—she just hadn’t wanted to.

The moment she unlocked the screen,

A flood of messages surged in.

Previously, she had registered a Weibo account—but only used it to follow Qiao Sijin’s daily updates and fan photos.

So, all the push notifications were about Qiao Sijin.

“Netizens recently discovered that the ‘first love’ mentioned by film queen Qiao is none other than the famous heiress of Nanshan Group—Fu Qingyun… Is this a calculated seduction scheme or just another rich person’s love game?”

“How did Qiao Sijin rise from an impoverished background to become a national film icon? It turns out a wealthy conglomerate was backing her all along!? Click here for more—”

As Zhou had reported, these posts were already damaging Qiao Sijin’s reputation, and the comment sections were filled with a mix of praise and criticism.

Fu Qingyun simply put her phone back in her pocket.

Still, she had made up her mind.

It seemed she would have to face these reporters herself. Qiao Sijin had gotten to where she was because of her dreams, her ideals.

Even if they were no longer on the same path—

A bit of public scrutiny meant nothing to a businesswoman like her. Especially since their history had stemmed from her own selfishness.

Now that the consequences had arrived, she was prepared to bear them. She had never feared public condemnation.

She’d grown up with it—it was nothing new. The only downside was that her mother might punish her afterward.

Zhou sighed. It was like a eunuch being more anxious than the emperor. Since President Fu didn’t care, why should he keep trying to advise her?

“In that case… President Fu, I’ll call for more bodyguards, just in case. With that crowd out there, I’d hate for any of them to get too close.”

That was the only weak excuse he could use to bolster her security. If anything happened to her, his job would be toast.

Fu Qingyun didn’t respond. She pushed open the office door.

XuanYu’s offices weren’t old, but they weren’t exactly new either.

Posters of Qiao Sijin still hung in the hallway.

Fu Qingyun lifted her gaze. The bright eyes on the poster seemed to be looking straight at her.