After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: I Was the One Pursuing Miss Qiao

“Hello, we’re reporters from Hailang Entertainment. We’d like to ask if Miss Qiao is still with Xuanyu Culture Company?”

“Excuse me, could you please make way?”

“We’re with—”

Countless microphones and camera flashes lit up the faces of the security guards as a throng of reporters crowded together.

“Look!”

“That’s… President Fu!”

Gasps and shouts erupted as all eyes turned to Fu Qingyun stepping out through the main entrance.

Perhaps due to lack of rest in recent days, there were dark circles under her eyes, but the decisive, commanding aura she exuded—one only possessed by those truly in power—remained intact.

“President Fu, are the rumors about you and Miss Qiao true?”

“President Fu!!! What’s your response to the recent gossip involving you and Miss Qiao?”

The paparazzi swarmed toward her like sharks smelling bl00d, unwilling to let this rare opportunity slip by.

“President Fu… President Fu!”

Voices clamored in her ears, and several media outlets began livestreaming the moment they saw her, ignoring any possible consequences.

From the moment she stepped out of the building, Fu Qingyun had anticipated this exact scene. She looked at the microphones pressed close to her chin.

“I don’t deny… the media’s speculation about my relationship with Miss Qiao. But it’s all in the past now.”

With those words, the reporters instantly fell silent, barely daring to breathe, afraid to interrupt Fu Qingyun’s statement.

“Today, I want to clarify—what happened back then is already over. At that time, I was the one who had feelings for her. It had nothing to do with Miss Qiao.”

“I was the one pursuing Miss Qiao.”

“Unsuccessfully.”

“Now, everything Miss Qiao has achieved is the result of her own hard work. It has nothing to do with me.”

Her statement fully favored Qiao Sijin. In fact, Fu Qingyun openly admitted that she had been the one infatuated—an unrequited love—thus distancing Qiao from any involvement or impropriety.

Standing behind her, Assistant Zhou nearly pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Good heavens.

How had he never realized President Fu was also the “love-crazed” type? From the outside, Qiao Sijin always seemed more like the one in love.

Fu Qingyun’s expression remained impassive. Her tone was as if she were calmly stating a simple fact.

Everyone present was involuntarily convinced. No one could bring themselves to doubt her.

“So… does that mean, President Fu, you admit to being Miss Qiao’s admirer?”

A reporter finally recovered and quickly followed up with a question.

Facing the incoming cameras, Fu Qingyun raised her eyes and gave a faint smile—cool, but tinged with helplessness.

“Yes. What else would you like to know?”

“I’ve said what needs to be said. I hope from now on, you’ll stop bothering Miss Qiao.”

With that, Fu Qingyun turned and went back into the building. The reporters tried to follow, but were blocked by bodyguards who had just arrived, stopping them from entering.

…

Two women who had also been blocked outside the company entrance gave up trying to get in when they saw how quickly the reporters had arrived.

Tao Yi, sitting in the back seat of the car, turned to look at Qiao Sijin.

“Wait, weren’t you sitting right next to me? Why are those reporters freaking out?”

Tao Yi rubbed her chin, deep in thought. Something didn’t add up.

“I think they’re probably interviewing President Fu right now…”

Li Ke handed over her phone, proud of her quick thinking. The moment she saw chaos at the company entrance, she searched online immediately.

And sure enough, news updates poured in rapidly—even livestreams of the scene were available.

“It’s my fault. I was too busy and completely forgot… I didn’t expect President Fu to still be in the building.”

Taking the phone,

Tao Yi instantly regretted it. The moment she tapped into the livestream, Fu Qingyun’s face appeared, and every word she said echoed clearly in the silent car cabin.

Breathing heavily, Qiao Sijin grew angrier the more she listened. Her fingers clenched tightly—she couldn’t believe the nonsense Fu Qingyun was spouting.

Why? Why did Fu Qingyun think taking all the blame onto herself would solve the problem?

She was being far too presumptuous. Then again, someone like her, born into power, probably couldn’t comprehend how the world really worked.

A deep freeze doesn’t form in a single day.

Did Fu Qingyun really believe that a few emotionally detached statements could clear her name? Netizens were notoriously ruthless.

Her careless words would only make things worse.

With that thought, Qiao Sijin opened the car door. The sharp “click” startled the other two passengers.

“Sijin, where are you going?”

“Do you even know how dangerous it is out there right now? How can you still be so impulsive?”

Tao Yi quickly put away the phone, silently cursing herself. She should’ve hidden it—she never should’ve let Qiao Sijin see something so provocative.

But it was already too late.

Qiao Sijin had already stormed off. Slender and determined, she pushed her way into the crowd of reporters—calm and fearless. She had always relied on her work to speak for her.

She didn’t care what people said about her.

But even if she had fallen from grace, Fu Qingyun had no right to speak for her.

At the company entrance, the reporters were still locked in a scuffle with the security guards. But Qiao Sijin’s presence was striking—anyone who saw her would recognize her instantly.

“Miss Qiao! Miss Qiao!”

The reporters gave up pushing against security. They had found someone even more newsworthy.

Microphones flooded toward her.

For Qiao Sijin, this was nothing new. She glanced at the reporters next to her with indifference.

She had no intention of speaking with them.

“Excuse me, please move aside. I need to go in.”

But the reporters acted like they hadn’t heard her, blocking her path with their mics and questions.

“If you keep harassing me, I’ve already called the police. They’ll be here shortly.”

“Step aside. I need to return to the office.”

She swept her gaze across the horde of reporters—once fierce and aggressive, but after hearing her threat, they started backing down.

If the police really came—

They might not even be able to take their footage and notes with them.

Hearing her words, only a few bold reporters remained.

The rest scattered like birds and beasts, no longer daring to interfere with her movements, keeping their distance while training their lenses on her from afar.