Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 17

The fans from both sides glared at each other fiercely, their hostile expressions making Fu Xia’s vision flicker between black and white.

She was genuinely afraid of fans—whether they were hers or Cheng Wanyu’s, they were terrifying beings.

Some sharp-eyed fans spotted Cheng Wanyu and Fu Xia emerging from the building and immediately surged forward, swarming around the two. Yet, they maintained a wide gap between them, as if declaring, “We won’t interfere with each other.”

“Xiaxia! Xiaxia!”

“Xiaxia, you must be tired from work! Here’s some hand-ground coffee we made for you—drink it when you’re sleepy or exhausted!”

“Xiaxia, don’t overwork yourself! We’ll always be your fans!”

Meanwhile, Cheng Wanyu’s fans also shouted loudly—

“Wanyu! Wanyu! Why have you lost weight again?”

“Yu Yu, you’re such an amazing actress! Don’t push yourself too hard—even standing still, you’re incredible!”

“Wanyu, I’ve been your fan for three years! Please give me an autograph!”

Both groups of fans jumped excitedly, chanting in unison, “Xiaxia/Yuyu, sign for us!”

Fu Xia & Cheng Wanyu: “Alright, alright, we’ll sign for everyone. No pushing, please.”

The fans instantly quieted down, rummaging through their bags to pull out autograph books, postcards, T-shirts, banners, and more. Without any fuss, they lined up patiently for Fu Xia to sign each item one by one.

Taking the pen handed to her, Fu Xia carefully signed her name on each piece.

“Xiaxia,” a girl with black-framed glasses and a ponytail said, “Can we take a photo with you?”

Fu Xia smiled. “Of course! Let’s take one together.”

A staff member took the fan’s phone and snapped several pictures. Some fans even requested solo shots with Fu Xia, leading to another round of photos.

The midday heat was intense. By the time the signing and photos were done, Fu Xia was drenched in sweat. Seeing her makeup smudged from the heat, the fans grew concerned.

“Xiaxia, you must be so hot! Don’t stay out here with us—go inside and rest.”

“Keep up the good work, Xiaxia! We’ll come visit you another time.”

Fu Xia was indeed overheated. She nodded with a smile. “Wait a moment—I’ll have the staff bring you some water. You’ve been standing out here in the sun for so long; you must be exhausted too.”

The fans’ eyes sparkled as they accepted the water bottles from the staff. Overjoyed, they took selfies and posted them on social media before reluctantly leaving.

Turning her head, Fu Xia noticed that most of Cheng Wanyu’s fans had also dispersed, except for two girls still standing with her. When Fu Xia glanced over, they looked back at her.

Assuming they were still getting autographs or chatting with their fan leader, Fu Xia paid no mind—until Cheng Wanyu actually brought the two girls over.

“Xiao Xia.”

Cheng Wanyu’s dark, luminous eyes met hers as she said, “These two are also your fans. They’d like to take a photo with you.”

Fu Xia studied the girls and saw their eyes shining brightly at her.

Though Fu Xia’s and Cheng Wanyu’s fans often clashed online—hurling insults and slurs at each other—there were always those with less hostility, fans who adored both of them. In fandom terms, they were known as “dual supporters.”

It was clear these two were dual fans of Cheng Wanyu and Fu Xia. Naturally, Fu Xia couldn’t refuse her fans’ request and took their postcard to sign.

But the moment she took it, she froze.

Because the postcard featured a photo of the two gazing at each other from afar—on the left was Cheng Wanyu in a black evening gown, and on the right was Fu Xia in a silver-white dress. They resembled night and day, dusk and dawn, a black swan and a white swan.

Though the photo was beautifully edited and aesthetically pleasing… wasn’t this the profile picture from the Cheng-Fu shipping hashtag?!

It was even the avatar for the 3,000-member Cheng-Fu fan group!!!

This wasn’t just any postcard—it was the fandoms officially recognized wedding photo!!!!

Fu Xia’s hands trembled, her heart quivering. She glanced up at the two bright-eyed girls, screaming internally: What’s wrong with you Cheng-Fu shippers?! How dare you so blatantly ask the actual people to sign this?!

Is this really okay?!

Signing a wedding photo—how was she ever supposed to face Cheng Wanyu again after this?!

Noticing Fu Xia’s odd expression, Cheng Wanyu asked, “What’s wrong?”

Fu Xia looked at the other “spouse” in the photo, pursed her lips, and resignedly signed her name on her white dress before handing the autographed Cheng-Fu “wedding certificate” back.

The two girls looked like they might faint from joy, shouting “Long live Cheng-Fu!” as they ran off.

Watching them leave, Cheng Wanyu turned to Fu Xia and asked, “What’s the Cheng-Fu party?”

Fu Xia replied solemnly, “What party? There’s only one party—don’t talk nonsense.”

Cheng Wanyu: “…”

Fair point.

Meanwhile, in a VIP room at City Hospital, Fang Chushi lay in bed wearing a hospital gown, leaning against thick pillows as he spoke on the phone.

“Big sis, I’m hospitalized, and you still won’t visit me?”

He raised his heavily bandaged hand toward the phone. “I posted a photo on social media—didn’t you see?”

“Sis, you’re so cruel,” Fang Chushi whined. “Won’t you really come see me? Without you here, I feel like my condition is getting worse.”

“Of course it’s true! How could I lie to you? My heart belongs only to you, sis.”

“When my hand got crushed, you were the only one on my mind. I kept thinking, if my hand was ruined, I wouldn’t be able to take care of you properly anymore.”

“Ugh, it’s all because of that Fu Xia. She was so rough—if I hadn’t pulled back fast, my fingers would’ve been crushed!”

“Really, really! That Fu Xia is vicious, and she seems obsessed with me, always clinging to me. It’s so annoying…”

Fang Chushi continued his pitiful, spoiled complaints: “Sis, my hand hurts so much… Can’t you really come see me?”

After receiving another rejection, Fang Chushi grew irritated and said, “Sis, do you know how my hand got hurt?”

“It was all Fu Xia’s fault! I already told her I’m not interested, but she still invited me into her room for coffee. When I refused, she tried to slam the door on me. I was trying to leave when my hand got caught. Now just thinking about going back to set and seeing that woman again terrifies me.”

Fang Chushi said, “How can there be such a shameless woman? Does she really think any man would be interested in her? She should take a good look at herself first.”

After ranting for over ten minutes, Fang Chushi reluctantly hung up the phone.

On the other end, a woman idly toyed with her phone screen and said to her assistant, “Transfer another 100,000 yuan to Fang Chushi.”

The assistant, a man in a black suit, frowned and said, “President Han, you’ve already transferred him 400,000 to 500,000 yuan this month. He’s just scraped his skin and is making a fuss about staying in the hospital. Are you really going to keep indulging him?”

The woman had delicate makeup, though her narrow, elongated eyes gave her a somewhat sinister air—yet she was still a striking beauty.

“The bigger the fuss, the better,” the woman said lightly, sipping her coffee. “The more trouble he stirs up, the more unsettled Fu Xia will be.”

The assistant wanted to say more, but the woman raised her hand to stop him.

“Go make the transfer,” she said. “Then contact Fang Chushi and tell him to stop with these petty antics. Since he can’t be Fu Xia’s boyfriend, he should at least make her life miserable—do whatever it takes. If he can drive Fu Xia out of the industry, I’ll give him even more money.”

Meanwhile, Fu Xia, still on set, had no idea she was being targeted. She was more preoccupied with the fact that the profile picture of the Cheng-Fu Ship fan group had quickly been updated to a signed ID photo 2.0.

The group was in a frenzy, as if it were New Year’s Eve.

OMG OMG the Cheng-Fu Ship has officially collided in real life!!!

Rejoice and celebrate, family harmony, firecrackers blaring!

This is insane! First time following a ship that gets real-life signatures—is this still just a CP fan group and not an actual romance fan group?!

Don’t rush, don’t rush! One day this ship will sail for real. If it doesn’t, I’ll livestream eating a keyboard upside down!

LOL keyboards are expensive—better do a handstand while taking a dump!

HAHAHAHAHA

Fu Xia watched the chaos in the fan group, the jubilation in the QQ chat, and even the usually inconsistent fan artists and writers immediately churning out new content. By the time she wrapped up for the day, statistics showed three new fanfics, five fanarts, seven retouched photos, and a 20-minute-long edit video had already been posted.

Well, as long as they were happy.

Zhou Wen, glancing at Fu Xia in the back seat—who kept alternating between giggling and sighing—asked, “What’s going on today? You seem completely distracted.”

Fu Xia put away her phone and cleared her throat. “Nothing.”

“I already know. No need to hide it.”

“Huh?”

Fu Xia tensed, staring at the back of Zhou Wen’s head. “Sister Zhou Wen, you know already?”

“Of course,” Zhou Wen said. “The crew told me. Yesterday, Fang Chushi tried to force his way into your room, and you slammed the door on his hand. It was just a scrape and a little bl00d, but he’s making a big deal out of it, refusing to leave the hospital.”

She fumed, “Isn’t this just a scam?”

Fu Xia: “…”

Zhou Wen continued angrily, “I knew something was off about Fang Chushi the moment he joined the crew. A man acting so effeminate, and now he’s trying to pull this stunt? Absolutely shameless! If I’d been there yesterday, I would’ve ripped his head off!”

Seeing Zhou Wen’s indignant expression, Fu Xia comforted her, “It’s alright. He probably won’t bother me for a while, and besides, he’ll leave the crew after filming his last few scenes. Sister Zhou Wen, there’s no need for you to be so angry.”

“Hmph,” Zhou Wen crossed her arms and said, “If he behaves himself and finishes filming properly, I won’t do anything to him. But if he dares to cause trouble again, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

Fu Xia smiled but didn’t take it to heart. Looking out the window at the approaching hotel, she thought Fang Chushi wouldn’t be so foolish… right?