"I haven't even finished the livestream from three days ago! I'm here to spill the truth about Song Beichen. Plastic surgery? That's just his baseline. He eats like a pig and is too lazy to hit the gym. Every time he films, those 'abs' are just prosthetic muscle suits or drawn on with contour powder; once he sweats, it all blurs into an oil painting.
He’s always putting on airs, convinced he’s devastatingly handsome, and he forces everyone at the agency to call him 'Handsome Song.' He has zero acting talent, yet he loves to juggle multiple roles at once, leaving his co-stars to act against cardboard cutouts. He’s not too bright, either—can't memorize a line to save his life. But when it comes to musical notes, he’s an expert; whenever he texts a pretty girl, he just sends '4, 5, 6' (Fa, So, La).
He pretends to be some untouchable, high-minded flower, but in private, he smokes and drinks like a chimney. If I weren’t riding him so hard, he’d probably be ordering hostesses to pour his drinks while he sings karaoke. He’s got a girlfriend, yet he’s still playing around with Shi Youran. And that’s not all—he’ll dump anyone the second he finds a wealthier sugar mommy to help him climb the ladder. That breakout movie of his? He got that role by drinking with a bunch of wealthy women..."
She rattled on like a machine gun, exposing one dirty secret after another. Song Beichen’s fans were having a total meltdown, weeping and mourning their idol. These revelations were terrifying to contemplate—no matter how you sliced it, it was a diary of pure horror. The fans were shattered, all screaming "Slander!", "Impossible!", and "Die, you drama queen!" Their desperate unity was like a fifty-year-old woman guarding the nation's gate or a three-year-old child actor with a ten-billion-dollar subsidy.
"Don't believe me? I've got photos and videos on my phone. I’m uploading them right now so you can see what it’s like to get exactly what you asked for!"
Xiao Sese whipped out her phone, pulled up the files, edited a caption, and hit send. "A single hammer blow is enough to break your spirits!"
Next came a grid of nine photos: Song Beichen on a hospital operating table, surrounded by older women while drinking, dancing suggestively in a club, and whispering intimately with Shi Youran. Every single one was unmistakably him. Thanks to Xiao Sese's post, the trending topics exploded.
#SongBeichenRuined?#
#Listen, that’s the sound of Song Beichen’s fans shattering#
...
What could be more authoritative than an agent coming out to tear her own client apart? If there were anything, it would be doing it with photo evidence. Outside the courthouse, there was a chorus of wailing. An employee organizing documents was confused. *Such intense mourning... did the dean die?!*
When the staff rushed into the dean’s office, crying and shouting, "Dean, why did you leave us like this...", they found the old dean standing by the window, spitting out tea leaves.
Old Dean: *I died? I’m alive again?*
...
Seeing the chaotic scene, Xiao Sese took the chance to hail a taxi and leave. After letting out a long sigh, her phone rang. It was the director of Song Beichen's production.
"Xiao Sese! I don't care what’s going on between you and Song Beichen, but his strike is severely affecting the filming schedule! I even went out of my way to replace the lead actress with Shi Youran to accommodate him, so why is there still so much drama?!"
Xiao Sese chuckled. "I thought only young people liked 'abstract' art, but I forgot about you, you old relic."
"???"
"Oh, old man! Just wait on set! Your daddy is coming to whip you into shape!"
She hung up and looked down at her crotch. "Tsk, tsk. Why are men so obsessed with other men? Hey, you thing in my pants, can't you grow some—heart—for once?"
The driver felt his ears were being sullied and couldn't help but try to chat. "Miss, you seem to be under a lot of pressure!"
Xiao Sese looked up and smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I won't die in your car."
"That's not what I meant. As the saying goes, life..."
Xiao Sese interrupted: "I know, life beats me repeatedly, only to make my flesh more tender and bouncy."
"...Right, right. What about other people..."
"When others give me the middle finger, I help them sit down on it."
"...There’s still..."
"When the world kisses me with pain, I respond with dragging footsteps, a deathly pale face, and dark circles under my eyes, looking half-dead and listless."
"..."
"Why did you stop talking, big guy?"
"I've got nothing to say, miss."
"Don't worry about it. Rich people ride in Rolls-Royces; poor people toil away until they die. You’re surviving on a monthly salary of a few thousand, so what right do I have to give up when I’ve made tens of thousands in tips alone?"
Driver: ... *Fine! I won't talk, and you aren't allowed to talk either!*
...
As soon as she arrived at the studio, she saw Director Niu looking at her with enough resentment to sustain ten Evil Sword Immortals. Seeing Xiao Sese walking toward him, Director Niu charged over.
"Xiao Sese, what is wrong with the actor you manage? It’s bad enough he’s a diva, now he wants to rewrite my script! Have you forgotten how you groveled at my feet back then..."
Xiao Sese didn't break her stride, simply slapping a hand over Director Niu's mouth.
"Did you eat, buddy?" Xiao Sese grinned cockily. "If not, have a taste of my palm!"
"Smack!"
The stunned Director Niu tumbled backward, his bulky frame tripping over a folding chair and snapping into an N-shape. He was triple-folded—no matter how he folded, he was still a piece of work.
"You... you..." The director’s head was stuck between his legs, struggling to get up.
Xiao Sese watched for a moment, twisting her hem in feigned shyness. "Can you lift your head? You're basically calling yourself."
"(⊙…⊙)"
"(Σ(゜ロ゜；))"
The entire set fell into a deathly silence. Xiao Sese scanned the room and spotted the lead actress, Li Shuer, standing to the side, looking stunned. Xiao Sese grabbed her and pulled her into her arms.
(Deep, soulful eyes)
"What's wrong with this lead actress? Fair skin, beautiful, long legs, elegant and refined. If I were a man, I’d be head over heels for her! What is it, did Song Beichen sleep with you or something, why are you pampering him so much? It’s a good thing you were born a man; that 'thing' down there has finally found a stable job with you!"
"You!" Director Niu gasped, his lips turning white. "Do you not want to work in this industry anymore?"
"Who are you calling 'you'? Your sphincter is loose, and your farts are loud! Want me to leak your dirt and see who won't be able to work in this industry?"
"That’s slander!"
"Slander?" Xiao Sese took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Director Niu started soliciting actresses when he was twenty... then he cheated on his wife and had an affair... and then there were the orgies..."
"Stop, stop!" The just-freed Director Niu frantically covered her mouth, trying to stifle the sound.
"Ah! Why are you biting my palm!"
"I wanted to lick it, but I was afraid you'd look too good!"
"!!!!"
Xiao Sese subconsciously licked her lips. "Ugh! So salty! It tastes like you didn't wash your hands after using the bathroom! Wait... did you eat chives and oysters? It's barely morning, you're going to kill yourself with that much stamina!"
Director Niu instinctively cowered, covering his crotch. *No way! She could even taste that?!*
"Blech!" The crew member who had brought Director Niu his breakfast vomited.
"Hehe, just kidding. I just saw the chives in your teeth and the grit from the oysters."
"..."
Director Niu was defeated, wilted, and didn't dare talk back. He grabbed Xiao Sese’s arm and pretended to be coy, swaying from side to side. "That’s not what I meant at all! We can negotiate the script..."
"Cut the crap!" Xiao Sese spat on Director Niu’s face. "I'm worried that if your sphincter is that loose, you'll start whistling on set!"
Director Niu squeezed his glutes—*Did she hide under my bed?!*
"Song Beichen is done! Find whoever you want, and collect the breach-of-contract fees from him directly."
With that, Xiao Sese turned, hooked Li Shuer’s chin, and winked at her. "Don't mind him."
(Pats her head) (Smiles kindly)
"You did well, child."
Li Shuer (blushing): "Huh?! Uh... thanks."
Exiting the set, Xiao Sese finally had time to check her 99+ WeChat messages. Every single one was related to Song Beichen—interrogations from the man himself, Shi Youran playing the victim, queries from her assistant, and an... excited message from her best friend.
Kaixin: *You finally lost it?! Great! I'll be waiting for you in the private room at Night Color!*
Xiao Sese wearily rubbed her temples. After getting home and freshening up, she applied a striking, sultry makeup look and put on an elegant backless gown she found in her wardrobe. Looking at the glamorous, dramatic version of herself in the mirror, she happily swayed her hips as she headed out the door.
Driving her Audi with gusto, she soon arrived at the entrance of the Night Color bar.