My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 357: The Person Who Likes Me, Just Likes Me

Chapter 357: Chapter 357: The Person Who Likes Me, Just Likes Me

Everyone stealthily glanced at Yuran’s expression before they started to mutter and read out one sentence each in a long-drawn manner.

[I said it, ever since Yuran framed Lin Chen from the beginning, she was no good, looking like a bewitching vixen, exactly the spitting image of a homewrecker.]

[A bitch gets what’s coming to her, this kind of person, sooner or later will end up dead without a complete corpse.]

[She reeks from head to toe, such a person should really stay in a filthy sewer, a thousand cuts and a thousand slices.]

[How could it not be so, back then, she gambled with people from Diyang, managed to come out unscathed. Who knows who’s standing behind her?]

[No way, the senior executives of Diyang! She has that capability?]

...

The comments became increasingly harsh and unbearable, so much that everyone reading them had to stop and merely stared at Yuran in silence.

The faces of these muttering people actually looked worse than Yuran’s. Yuran found it amusing, watching them with their furrowed brows, she burst out laughing.

"You’re still in the mood to laugh?" Everyone in the class felt she was incredibly thick-skinned.

"Exactly, so many people are cursing you, and you’re still happy. How could your heart be so big?"

Yuran took out her phone and smiled slightly, "Everyone, don’t worry, I am starting to fight back now, and Niannian, call the police."

Qi Nian pinched her cute, tightly wrapped phone, came to her senses with an "oh", and started to call the police.

Yuran then logged into her official blog and began to curse back.

M.YU: About the online slander regarding me being kept, I initially didn’t want to explain, thinking it a waste and misuse of public resources.

I, a minor figure, haven’t reached the point of disturbing the whole nation.

But some people are just so blind, always disturbing everyone with my affairs.

Also, the myriad of netizens, the demons and ghosts cursing me, honestly, are you jealous because I look better than you?

Or are you jealous because I look better than you indeed?

Every word trying to slander me because of my looks, this won’t do.

Although you curse behind the anonymity of the internet, as you please, you should still be responsible, right?

By the way, I’ve noted down the IDs of those who cursed me, I will slowly sue each one of you. I am petty, so all of you just wait.

You were told to study not to produce trash for society, but to understand how to conduct yourselves.

So, if everyone’s tired of cursing, you might as well take a rest and wait at home for my court summon.

Thank you all for the hard work in cursing, seemed quite happy to be used as tools.

Many thanks.

Ding Dong... Ding Dong... Ding Dong...

Almost the entire class was following Yuran, and the moment she posted on her official blog, everyone received the notification and eagerly checked their phones.

Then, they saw that Yuran not only didn’t dodge but confronted the numerous internet users head-on with a section of her speech.

Simply unbelievable...

Everyone glanced at each other, the classmates crowded around, "Yuran, you’ve gone mad, don’t you care about your fans anymore? This will make the people who like you have thoughts."

Yuran raised her left index finger and waved it in front of everyone, "No, no, people who like me just like me for who I am.

They won’t intervene.

Nor will they stop liking me just because I’m being slandered or try to forcibly defend me.

Of course, I can’t lose my integrity for my fans either. What’s the difference between me and a puppet then?

To live as a human, you ultimately have to live for yourself, not just live according to public opinion!"

People couldn’t argue because what Yuran said was irrefutable.

Could it be that, just because her fans don’t like it, Yuran can’t do what she enjoys, and must she follow her fans’ wishes just to keep them?

Isn’t that just like being a puppet?

At that moment, Qi Nian had returned from reporting to the police and saw everyone surrounding Yuran tightly; she pushed through, "What’s going on? Are you guys fighting or what?"

Everyone: "..."

The mood was disrupted by Qi Nian, making everyone not know whether to cry or laugh, and Qi Nian, getting what she wanted, squeezed next to Yuran.

Half an hour later, the police arrived at the school to gather evidence, and Yuran firmly stated that her reputation had been infringed and that there had been malicious defamation; she explained everything she could.

...

Elsewhere, Jia Ziyi and others had also approached Qin Yuyan, in a private room steeped in decadence; Qin Yuyan angrily explained, "The news wasn’t released by me.

Would I be so foolish? Knowing that Bo Yan had intervened, I wouldn’t do such a stupid thing.

Although I considered it, I wasn’t the one who sent out the message."

Mo Cheng was still recuperating in the hospital, while Jia Ziyi, his hand bandaged across his chest, his face bruised, kicked a small table upon hearing this.

"I hope Bo Yan will be reasonable. Was that last photo on the internet taken by you?"

"I took the photo, but I didn’t leak it. Even though I thought about it, I never went through with it. In the Imperial Community, what can the Bo Family not find out? Would I dare?"

Qin Yuyan also didn’t know where the mistake had been made.

She sat on the sofa in a panic, her hands running through her hair as she sorted her chaotic thoughts, "I really haven’t sent it to anyone, I... wait a minute."

"What have you thought of?" Jia Ziyi walked up to her, quickly asking.

Qin Yuyan, with a distant look in her eyes, recalled, "That day, when I returned home, I was resting in my room all along; my phone never left my side."

She really couldn’t remember where things had gone wrong.

Jia Ziyi’s face looked grim, "Go check, Haozi, go and check."

"Alright!"

"What do we do? What do we do? Will Bo Yan blame this incident on us?" Qin Yuyan grabbed Jia Ziyi’s wrist in a frenzy, asking frantically.

Jia Ziyi shook his head, his face ashen, "I don’t know."

In this circle, the only ones who could match Bo Yan in influence were definitely not these forsaken dandies, nor were they the chess pieces not prioritized by their families.

If before, Bo Yan had shown even the slightest concern for Yuran, they wouldn’t have dared to be so brazen with her.

After observing for so many years, they had only recently started making moves against Yuran.

Unexpectedly, just as they were starting to curry favor with Yuran, she ran into trouble; following that, when they tried to connect with Yuran again, Yuran had radically changed.

And Bo Yan, surprisingly, had started to care about this adopted daughter he had previously ignored.

...

On the set of "Emperor Shun of Tang," Bo Yan handed the smartphone back to Xie Cheng with an unceasing smile, "Let her deal with it herself!"

Xie Cheng pocketed the phone, "We’re not intervening?"

"No need to, I believe this has nothing to do with those dandies; they don’t have the guts to do this, nor would they knowingly commit such acts.

Though they are the dandies abandoned by their families, no one really wants to give up such a good life; they know what they should and shouldn’t do."

Xie Cheng, "I think the same way. When I saw the news, I ruled out those ineffective dandies right away.

But I’ve got some information on my side, are you interested in hearing it?"

"Let’s hear it."

Xie Cheng, "Huanya is recently planning to film a movie and is looking to schedule Yuran for it; they’ll probably contact her in the next few days."

Bo Yan narrowed his eyes, "Who?"

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