Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 8

Watching Cheng Wanyu’s retreating figure, Fu Xia couldn’t even remember how she got through the day’s shoot. Her mind was completely occupied by the image of Cheng Wanyu protecting her, making her heart flutter uncontrollably. Even after returning to the hotel after filming, she still hadn’t snapped out of it.

Cheng Wanyu had protected her.

Cheng Wanyu had gotten angry and scolded someone because of her.

Cheng Wanyu had even confronted a wealthy fan for her sake.

The little voice in Fu Xia’s heart was jumping excitedly, pounding on the walls of her heart and shouting: You’re smitten with her!!!

While Zhou Wen was making phone calls in the suite’s outer room, Fu Xia sat with flushed cheeks, clutching her chest. She felt she shouldn’t be this happy—maybe Cheng Wanyu had only stood up for her because they were colleagues, and what that rich fan had said was simply too offensive.

Or perhaps Cheng Wanyu was trying to gain her favor, wanting to establish a good relationship so they could build a harmonious public image together.

Holding her face in her hands, Fu Xia thought that regardless of Cheng Wanyu’s motives, anyone who stood up for her was a good person in her eyes.

Recalling the incident at the café, Fu Xia glanced at her phone tossed on the bed and checked it. Sure enough, she found reports about Cheng Wanyu trending—

Cheng Wanyu Tells Fan to “Get Lost”

Opening the trending topic, Fu Xia saw a video posted by a blogger with over 200,000 followers, primarily focused on travel and beauty content. The entire account exuded an air of “I’m filthy rich,” dripping with extravagance.

Little Sister Xu Quella: Ran into Cheng Wanyu at a café today. After chatting with her for a bit, she told me to get lost. Do celebrities these days really care so little about their fans?

Below was a clipped video showing Cheng Wanyu telling the wealthy fan to leave, along with her sharp exchange with the girl filming. Though only a few seconds long, it clearly showed Cheng Wanyu’s anger and her declaration to revoke the fan’s official fan club membership.

The post quickly blew up, and Fu Xia scrolled through the comments.

Cheng Wanyu actually told a fan to get lost? That’s too much. This blogger even sponsored a light show for her birthday last year—she’s practically a die-hard fan. How could she insult a fan like this?

Disgusting. How could she say something so hurtful to a fan? And a loyal one at that!

Unfollowed. What kind of person does this? Does she think fame gives her the right to act however she wants?

Amid the backlash from casual observers, some of Cheng Wanyu’s fans were fighting back in the comments.

Wanyu has always had a great temper. She wouldn’t curse at someone for no reason. If you’re so confident, post the full video instead of taking things out of context!

Exactly! Show the whole conversation—who’s right or wrong will be clear then. Cheng Wanyu is known for her patience in the industry. There’s no way she’d just randomly lash out!

This video is obviously edited! You’re just slandering her!

…

Watching the heated debate unfold, Fu Xia felt guilty, knowing she was the root cause of this mess. Shouldn’t she apologize to Cheng Wanyu?

After all, Cheng Wanyu had always had a spotless reputation—until she got involved with Fu Xia and started catching flak.

But before Fu Xia could reach out to apologize, Cheng Wanyu’s studio released a video. This one had a wider angle, even capturing the film crew nearby.

Cheng Wanyu’s Studio: Regarding the online video posted by blogger Little Sister Xu Quella today, our studio has released the complete audio-visual recording. The incident began when Little Sister Xu Quella trespassed into the filming location, disrupting Cheng Wanyu and the entire crew’s work while directing abusive language at co-star Fu Xia. The full video is being released with the café’s consent. Our studio has decided to pursue legal action against Little Sister Xu Quella for spreading rumors and insulting artists. In modern society, everyone is equal. We hope fans can support celebrities rationally. This studio fully supports Cheng Wanyu’s decision to “revoke fan membership” for this individual—behavior that insults others’ dignity should be strictly prohibited!

The video clearly shows Fu Xia lowering her head, trying to avoid eye contact with those girls, yet they relentlessly continue their verbal abuse—every offensive word captured on tape. The climax comes when Cheng Wanyu, dark-faced, orders them to leave. Watching the entire video is immensely satisfying.

Like the wider netizen community, Fu Xia never expected the situation to flip so dramatically. Almost immediately after the hashtag #ChengWanyuTellsFansToGetLost trended, the studio released their statement. The incident quickly climbed to the top of trending searches.

Fans who were just cursing Cheng Wanyu moments ago immediately switched sides, bombarding the blogger with criticism.

How dare you mislead us with an edited clip! This blogger is truly vile!

Thank goodness the café had surveillance with audio, or we’d have been fooled.

Who would’ve thought someone with such a pretty face could have such a foul mouth? Sure, Fu Xia’s acting isn’t great, but she was just sitting there minding her own business—no one deserves such abuse. Even as a bystander, I’m outraged. This is outright defamation and lawsuit-worthy!

Lying on her bed kicking her feet, Fu Xia had to admit others’ drama was more entertaining—even if she was incidentally involved.

But most of the spotlight remained on Cheng Wanyu. As a devoted drama spectator, Fu Xia found this reversal deliciously satisfying, impulsively liking several related posts.

Then came the apologists defending the blogger, calling Fu Xia a talentless pretty face who dragged down Cheng Wanyu’s prestige by sharing the same project—comparing her to a “rotten apple spoiling the barrel.” The vitriol soured Fu Xia’s enjoyment—who could stay cheerful when unwittingly becoming the subject of gossip?

Pondering with her phone, she navigated to the #ChengFuCouple fan forum, discovering a jubilant celebration in full swing—virtual fireworks, waving banners, and an ecstatic crowd.

Cheng Wanyu is SO cool protecting her wife like that!

AHHHHH our Wanyu’s protective energy is MAX! No one bullies Xiaxia on her watch—she’s gotta keep her safe!

Poor Xiaxia, just chilling at the café when trouble fell from the sky. Girl can’t catch a break.

Seriously tragic. Now the hate’s shifting back to Xiaxia on trending topics. Why does everyone pile on her when she’s done nothing?

Pure jealousy over our Xiaxia’s beauty and kindness! Those narrow-minded fans will never appreciate her!

But this outcome is SO satisfying! Never knew Wanyu could be this dashing—I’m usually all about the uke, but now I’m crushing on jiejie too!

Who wouldn’t adore such a gorgeous sister? Pity she’s already Xiaxia’s!

Exactly! Wanyu belongs to Xiaxia! #ChengFuCouple supremacy FOREVER!

“Never Fall!”

…

The overcast sky of late summer suddenly brightened. Fu Xia swung her legs happily, giving likes to everyone who complimented her looks.

After finishing with the likes, Fu Xia looked up and noticed a QQ group mentioned in the fan community. She considered joining but decided against it—she only wanted to occasionally see what people were saying about her. After all, she wasn’t actually a fan of Cheng Wanyu, and being discovered would be too embarrassing.

Just then, Zhou Wen knocked on the open door and said expressionlessly to Fu Xia, who was sprawled on the bed, “The food’s here. Come eat.”

Fu Xia responded and rolled off the bed, shuffling over in her pink slippers to the outer room. She opened her salad with practiced ease and began eating cheerfully.

Zhou Wen was having spicy hot pot. Stirring her food with chopsticks, she glanced at Fu Xia and asked, “What were you looking at earlier? You seemed really happy.”

Fu Xia paused, shrinking her neck slightly. “Did I look that happy?”

“Yeah,” Zhou Wen said. “Cheng Wanyu’s trending today—you saw that, right?”

Fu Xia nodded.

Zhou Wen continued, “I’ve noticed you two have been getting along better lately. Maybe I should talk to her assistant tomorrow about arranging more interactions between you two. It might help stop the fans from bickering and improve your mood.”

Fu Xia stuffed some lettuce into her mouth and mumbled, “Cheng Wanyu and I aren’t that close.”

Their relationship barely extended beyond a red packet exchange—they really weren’t familiar.

“You can always get closer,” Zhou Wen said. “You’ve complained before about her fans attacking you. Now that she’s standing up for you, it’s a good chance to thaw things out.”

“…Whatever you think is best. I don’t mind.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to her assistant tomorrow.”

“Mm.”

After dinner, Zhou Wen prepared to leave. Before going, she turned to Fu Xia and said, “The director spoke to me recently. He said your performance hasn’t been ideal and asked me to guide you more.”

Fu Xia kicked her feet behind her back, staying silent.

Zhou Wen felt like a mother scolding a child for not studying hard. Sighing, she said, “You’re not getting any younger. You can’t keep coasting like this. This drama has great production and promotion, plus you’re acting alongside Cheng Wanyu. You should really make the most of this opportunity.”

Fu Xia nodded.

Zhou Wen stared at her for a moment before suddenly raising her voice, “Memorize your lines properly! No more relying on cue cards, got it?!”

Fu Xia jumped, shouting back, “I know! Why are you yelling?!”

“If I don’t yell, it won’t sink in!”

“That’s not true! I’ve been working hard on my lines!”

“And not just the lines—your acting needs improvement too!”

“I’m trying!”

Zhou Wen banged on the wall—which happened to be the one shared with Cheng Wanyu’s room—and yelled, “If you don’t know, ask your deskmate! Understand what that means?!”

She slapped the wall twice for emphasis. “If you don’t know, ask your deskmate!”

After some more back-and-forth, Zhou Wen finally left in a huff, leaving Fu Xia with only her retreating figure.

Fu Xia knew Zhou Wen meant well. Pressing her forehead against the wall Zhou Wen had just hit, she muttered in frustration, “Ask my deskmate…”

She pulled out her phone from her pocket, pressing her forehead against the wall as she opened Cheng Wanyu’s WeChat window.

The bright city nightscape flickered before Fu Xia’s eyes. Finally making up her mind, she changed Cheng Wanyu’s contact name to: Never Ask the Desk Mate.