After Swapping Bodies with the Movie Queen, She Ended Up with Me (GL) - Chapter 13

That afternoon, Mu Lingwan and Rong Qing’s two trending topics were prominently displayed at the top of the list.

#Mu Lingwan’s charming wink#

#Rong Qing lashes out at director#

Whether intentional or not, the two hashtags were placed right next to each other. Combined with their recent public relationship announcement, this sparked numerous discussions. Mu Lingwan’s topic was relatively tame, with fans praising how beautifully and sweetly their idol smiled. A few troublemakers tried posting old videos of Mu Lingwan scowling while slapping away fans’ phones, but these were quickly drowned out by waves of compliments.

“Past is past, present is present! Look how sweet Mu Lingwan smiles now—she’s clearly changed!”

“I’m a fan who was there—she looked absolutely radiant. Having attended her events before, this might be the first time I’ve seen her smile so genuinely.”

“Could she be learning idol culture now that she’s dating someone?”

“Don’t jinx it! What does Mu Lingwan have to do with that Rong Qing anyway?”

At the mention of Rong Qing, Mu Lingwan’s fans grew visibly irritated—fortunately this was Mu Lingwan’s hashtag, so those wanting to curse Rong Qing migrated to the topic below.

The #Rong Qing lashes out at director# hashtag was far more chaotic, with new comments flooding in every refresh. Some criticized the unknown actress for daring to speak to a director like that, others accused her of being scheming—seducing Mu Lingwan while refusing to admit it. Some even posted black-and-white funeral portraits in the fan groups, cursing Rong Qing to eternal downfall.

Amidst the vitriol, defenders emerged:

“This director’s always been pushy—his whole schtick is mocking celebrities for ratings. Those questions were dripping with sarcasm and prejudice, framing it like Rong Qing orchestrated the whole relationship.”

“Think critically—they’re dating! Would they appear on a dating show together if it wasn’t mutual? Stop mindlessly attacking like rabid dogs.”

“Popularity doesn’t equal righteousness—let’s not pretend the director’s completely blameless here.”

……

Rong Qing stared blankly out the window at the torrent of hateful comments under her post, unsure how to react.

Meanwhile, Mu Lingwan was thoroughly engrossed in her phone—even creating a burner account to fiercely debate critics and leave supportive comments under Rong Qing’s posts, her fingers flying across the screen at blurring speeds.

“Heh,” Mu Lingwan smirked victoriously, snapping her phone shut with a click. Leaning back with a milk carton, she boasted: “These amateurs thought they could out-argue me?”

Rong Qing turned slowly, hesitating before asking softly: “Didn’t Zhou Ying hire PR? Why are you personally engaging…”

Mu Lingwan glanced at her, then at the covered camera before setting down the milk carton. “This director’s tactic is to stir controversy and create buzz. Your popularity is soaring now and will only keep rising. Zhou Ying has assembled the best PR team to build momentum for you, so don’t worry about your reputation. After this wave passes, people will only remember your fame.”

Rong Qing’s pupils trembled slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed, nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. “Is this… the only way to become famous?” she asked softly.

Back in AG, though Rong Qing wasn’t well-known, her fans had always treated her kindly. During handshake events, they’d bring handmade gifts—a university sophomore who’d adored her for over two years would always bring homemade heart-shaped bento boxes.

There were also keychain charms, custom acrylic stands, and handwoven bracelets. Rong Qing would reciprocate with handmade beaded bracelets, handwritten cards, or even self-designed T-shirts.

Simple things, but they warmed her heart.

Now, this woman before her had thrust her into the spotlight through extreme methods. Rong Qing wondered what her remaining fans must think of her. Would they see her as someone who’d do anything for fame?

“Scandals are the fastest path to fame,” Mu Lingwan said calmly, her jaded industry veteran’s perspective seeing only the value of trending topics and endorsement impacts. She studied Rong Qing’s expression—her own face, yet undeniably Rong Qing’s essence.

The downcast eyes, the tightly pressed lips, the way Rong Qing stared at her toes without daring to meet her gaze, long lashes fluttering slightly. Mu Lingwan recognized this as an expression she’d never wear in her lifetime.

Though reluctant, Rong Qing chose silence. In Mu Lingwan’s world, a minor eighteen-tier celebrity like her was disposable—let alone compared to a top-tier star like Mu Lingwan herself.

The room fell quiet as sunset light streamed through the window, gilding half of Mu Lingwan’s figure and Rong Qing’s toes. The golden glare made Mu Lingwan blink. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“You remember your promise before coming here,” Mu Lingwan stated evenly. “You follow my lead completely.”

“…I know.” Rong Qing nodded slightly, rising from the bed. “I need to use the restroom.”

Mu Lingwan’s gaze followed Rong Qing to the bathroom door, only withdrawing when it clicked shut. Retrieving her phone, she messaged Zhou Ying: Don’t delete all positive comments about Rong Qing. Highlight the trending ones and push a few more hot searches.

Zhou Ying’s immediate reply was just: ?

Ignoring it, Mu Lingwan pocketed her phone and exited the room, striding down the second-floor corridor toward the neighboring suite.

Knock knock knock—

Mu Lingwan rapped on the door, and soon there was movement inside. When Jiang Jiang opened the door, she was slightly taken aback to see who it was.

“Hello,” Mu Lingwan greeted Jiang Jiang with a smile. “Is Teacher Xu Qing here? There’s something I’d like to discuss with her—if it’s convenient.”

Hearing her name, Xu Qing walked over from the balcony and gave the visitor a puzzled glance. Mu Lingwan looked at her old friend, hesitated for a moment, then said, “There’s something I need to tell you. Could we—”

“Teacher Xu Qing.”

Just as Mu Lingwan was about to ask Xu Qing for a private chat, Xiao Zhang suddenly appeared from behind. Spotting Mu Lingwan, his expression shifted briefly with lingering unease before he politely said, “Ah, Teacher Rong Qing is here too. Perfect timing—the mini-games are about to start. Teachers, please follow me downstairs.”