"I really didn't expect you to be Sanyuan. I've read quite a few of your books!" Yan Ke'er's two round eyes sparkled.
Yuan Meng unconsciously trembled. Could this person be here to urge her to write again?
No way!
If it were just for these book fans, she could probably struggle to come up with a plot.
But just thinking that Ling Qianchen was also following her books made her feel physically nauseous, and she didn't want to write at all.
Mainly, there wasn't a single plot in her mind. All she could think about was how disgusting Ling the Skinflint was.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Yuan Meng's less - than - good expression, Yan Ke'er asked carefully.
"I..." Yuan Meng lowered her head, and teardrops rolled down her cheeks.
"I don't want to write. Ling Qianchen... he's also following my books, and he forced me to finish writing in a week."
Yuan Meng sobbed like a pear blossom in the rain and shifted all the blame to Ling the Skinflint.
Hearing this, Yan Ke'er, a little girl full of a sense of justice, slapped her thigh: "Don't write. Why should you write for him!"
"Anyway, he sent me to watch you write. Don't worry. It's okay if you don't write."
Hearing Yan Ke'er's words, Yuan Meng was secretly delighted. On the surface, she gently wiped away her tears and looked at her with red eyelids: "But, will you get scolded?"
"No. If he scolds me, I'll just quit." Yan Ke'er waved her hand, looking nonchalant.
Anyway, she didn't really need this job. She hadn't quit just because she wanted to be closer to Yuan Meng.
If it really came to that, she could just go home and inherit the family's billions. What was the big deal?
"Okay, thank you!" A smile appeared on Yuan Meng's face. In the next few days, she dragged Yan Ke'er into slacking off with her.
After confirming that Ling Qianchen wasn't at home, the two secretly went out shopping. During this period, they checked out quite a few internet - famous restaurants.
"Look at this!"
Yan Ke'er, who had been lying on the sofa posting on Weibo, suddenly sat up straight and held out her phone screen to Yuan Meng.
There were a lot of posts from marketing accounts on her screen. The general idea was that Yuan Meng knew the script and deliberately set up Yang Liu to make a fool of herself.
Moreover, she wasn't really scared at all. Being afraid of ghosts and being timid were all acts. The comments below were extremely vulgar.
Yang Liuyi: Seriously, how can a person who's afraid of ghosts write such books? Yuan Meng is just faking her persona to make you smart people feel sorry for her.
Qingqinghebiangcao: The fans of Yang Liu are right. I also feel deceived. I used to feel sorry for Yuan Meng.
Yuan Meng is a Bitch: I've officially turned from a fan to a hater. I never thought that the goddess I've liked for so long would be a complete fraud.
After the Sanyuan incident, some of Sanyuan's fans traced their way to Yuan Meng, and some fans of the celebrities directly announced that they were unfollowing.
What they loved was that poor, timid soft girl who would be scared of everything.
But suddenly, the soft girl had transformed into a best - selling and scheming author. How could those fans take it?
However, most of these were male fans. The female fans said they were going to read their sister's novels, and they got along really well with Sanyuan's fans.
"These people are just talking nonsense. I know better than anyone how timid you are since I've been with you day and night." Yan Ke'er mumbled as she took back her phone.
"Moreover, there's something off about Yang Liu. There were so many people in the variety show, but these marketing accounts only mentioned her. I think she wants to step on you to get ahead." She analyzed.
Yan Ke'er was a cute and intelligent girl who had once been involved in the fan - circle, so she knew a lot about these tricks.
It was obvious that Yang Liu was involved. After all, the ultimate beneficiary of these marketing accounts was Yang Liu.
"It doesn't matter. Black can't be turned white, and white can't be turned black." Yuan Meng said calmly.
Anyway, she would give up this identity in a few days. What did those scandals matter to Ai Yue, her real self?
Just then, her WeChat started to ding.
Yuan Meng opened WeChat. The director and all the guests except Yang Liu had sent her messages of comfort.
Big Nephew: Auntie, are you okay? Are you just going to let others step on you and suck your popularity?
Xiang Bo: Damn it. I always knew Yang Liu was a pretentious person, but I didn't expect her to play these petty tricks after the variety show. Just say the word if you need help.
Mo Lin: I can post on Weibo to explain.
Director: Do you need the show crew to clarify for you?
Seeing that so many people cared about her, Yuan Meng felt warm inside. Then she blocked Big Nephew with one click.
She switched to Weibo. At this time, many fans were arguing with the haters for her.
Yuan Meng lowered her eyes to hide the emotion in them. She wasn't made of stone. How could she not be touched?
Forget it. For the sake of the Yuan Meng in her fans' hearts, she had to clarify this matter.
V Yuan Meng: First, I'm sorry for taking up public resources. Second, I want to say that justice will prevail. Everyone could see during the live broadcast of the variety show that I wanted to trigger those clues myself.
Being afraid of ghosts and being timid aren't something to be proud of. I really was very scared before, but after filming this episode, I've gradually become braver. I still have to thank @Director.
To answer your questions about writing books, imagination and reality are different. I can imagine all kinds of ghosts, people, and gods in my mind without feeling scared because I'm their creator.
Finally, I want to thank my fans. I've seen your support. It's because of you that I am who I am today. Thank you.
After saying all these heartfelt words, Yuan Meng posted the Weibo.
Yan Ke'er, who was arguing with the haters, immediately saw the push. After reading the whole post, her nose turned red, and she looked at Yuan Meng with tear - filled eyes.
"It's so great to be your fan. Wuwuwu."
Saying that, she threw herself into Yuan Meng's arms.
Yuan Meng's expression changed slightly from the impact, but finally she smiled and gently patted the little girl on the back.
The director sent a message on WeChat, taking the opportunity to ask if he could get the new script at a low price.
Yuan Meng stopped patting Yan Ke'er on the back and replied expressionlessly with a "Hehe".
Getting something for free? No way!
She had worked so hard on this for so long. Although she didn't really rely on it to make money, the director always wanted to buy it at a low price. Well, she wanted to hit him with a club.
After replying with "Hehe", Yuan Meng also @ed the director under her Weibo post: Buying the script at a low price is impossible. It will never be possible in this lifetime. From now on, if the director wants to buy a script from me, the price will be doubled!
As soon as she posted this comment, the netizens who had just been touched immediately went crazy. Even Yan Ke'er, who had just been crying, burst out laughing.
Everyone immediately flocked to the director's Weibo, following him along the way and bringing him a wave of popularity.
However, the comments were really hilarious.
Sweet and Sour Spareribs: Hahaha, the director really thinks he can do whatever he wants after getting a bit of face. Yuan Meng is angry. Hahaha.
Braised Lion's Head: I'm laughing so hard. The director is really pitiful, but he really deserves it.
Die - hard Sanyuan Fan: Wanting to buy my goddess's script at a low price? No way!