The live-streaming chat room was blowing up again.
"Holy shit! Yu Lizhi is truly insane! Does she even know what she's doing? She's acting like a total shrew!"
"She must have gone mad with jealousy. It seems the 'Chen-Tang' pairing is so convincing that it broke her, exposing her true colors."
"Incredible! This is absolutely incredible! Tremble, entertainment industry! It's been so long since I've seen someone so unhinged and alive!"
Not only were the viewers stunned, but even Bo Yanchi was momentarily caught off guard. Watching Yu Lizhi go wild, beating up Fu Sichen and spitting at Yu Haitang, it was as if he were seeing a person he didn't know at all.
Although Yu Lizhi had always had a bad temper, whenever she hated someone, she would at most trade insults with them. She had never been this reckless with her image, physically attacking people.
Something was wrong with her.
Very wrong.
It felt as if her entire personality had undergone a complete transformation.
As his thoughts settled, Bo Yanchi turned his head toward Yu Lizhi, who was bending over to pick up her high heels. Fearing that her dress was too short and she might have a wardrobe malfunction, he strode over, took off his suit jacket, and tied it around her waist. He scooped her up with one arm, slinging her over his shoulder, and picked up her heels with his free hand.
After a moment of surprise, Yu Lizhi beamed, draping herself over his shoulder. "Hee hee. Hubby. I knew you couldn't bear to let me go..."
Bo Yanchi’s earlobes turned a burning shade of red, but he kept a straight face, saying in a cold, chilling tone, "I just want to take you to a psychiatric hospital to see if you're possessed by a ghost."
Yu Lizhi: "..."
If he licked his own lips, he’d probably poison himself to death.
If she didn't know about the tenderness hidden beneath Bo Yanchi's cold, hard exterior, she might have been intimidated into backing away by his demeanor. She had almost thought he really hated her.
The viewers in the live stream, watching Bo Yanchi carry Yu Lizhi away with such masculine intensity, were absolutely dumbfounded.
"Oh my god! What is going on? Is Best Actor Bo acting strangely today too? Not only did he not scold Yu Lizhi, but he just carried her off with one arm?"
"Wow, he's so manly and has so much sexual tension. Why does this suddenly feel a bit sweet? I'm shipping it, I'm definitely shipping it!"
"Um... now is not the time to ship a weird pairing. Besides, wasn't Best Actor Bo here to receive an award today?"
Bo Yanchi certainly didn't intend to actually take her to a psychiatric hospital; in his view, this was just another one of the little brat's games. Once her anger subsided, she would inevitably go right back to Fu Sichen, just as she always did. He was already used to it.
After carrying Yu Lizhi into the dressing room prepared for him at the awards ceremony, Bo Yanchi set her on a chair. He crouched down, took her slender ankle in his hand, and slid her heel back on. "In the future, don't use such expensive haute couture shoes to hit people. You won't be able to afford the replacements if you break them."
"Who says I can't afford them?" Yu Lizhi grumbled. "I have plenty of money."
"Didn't you already move out of the Yu family home in a fit of rage?" Bo Yanchi asked, his gaze dark and heavy with meaning.
Yu Lizhi froze. Hearing the subtext in his words, she lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.
Bo Yanchi stiffened, suddenly feeling panicked. He realized he had said the wrong thing. Had the little brat started crying?
After a long while, Yu Lizhi raised her reddened, watery eyes and stared at him pitifully. "That's right. I'm so pathetic. I'm homeless now. Hubby, will you take me in?"
Bo Yanchi: "..."
Take her in? Was she sure she wanted to live with him?
"If you don't want to, then forget it."
As mist gathered in her eyes and tears clung to her lashes—threatening to roll down her beautiful face—she looked as sensitive and fragile as a porcelain doll, as if a single touch would shatter her.
His heart gave a jolt. Bo Yanchi scrambled to wipe away her tears, his calloused fingertips grazing her delicate cheek. "Alright, stop crying. You look hideous when you cry; even a pig looks better than you. I... I'll take you in, fine?"
Yu Lizhi broke into a smile through her tears. Even though his tongue was sharp, his heart was soft.
"Ugly thing," Bo Yanchi muttered, his actions contradicting his words as he wiped her face clean.
"Hubby, you're so good~" Yu Lizhi threw herself into his arms, clinging to him and acting spoiled.
Bo Yanchi stiffened again, his hands clenching into fists as he restrained the urge to hug her back. "...Don't call me hubby."
"Then what should I call you?"
"Anything."
"Then I still like calling you hubby."
"...Pick a different title."
"Then shall I call you A-Chi?"
"Sounds awful."
"Then A-Yan?"
"Whatever."
"Whatever" meant he liked it. Yu Lizhi hugged him happily, a flash of slyness in her beautiful eyes. Leaning close to his ear, she called out in a sweet, sticky voice, "A-Yan."
Her warm breath sprayed against his cheek, sending a tingling sensation running down his spine. Bo Yanchi's ears turned bright red.
The "Lizhi Incident" turned the awards ceremony into a total wildfire, exploding across every aspect of the trending topics. It was the most chaotic event in history, and Yu Lizhi occupied several trending spots all by herself.
#Yu Lizhi calls Bo Yanchi hubby#
#Yu Lizhi and Bo Yanchi kissed#
#Yu Lizhi spits at Yu Haitang#
#Yu Lizhi hits Fu Sichen with high heel#
#Awards ceremony director goes to war with Yu Lizhi#
#The craziest fake heiress: The Lizhi Incident#
Wen Xin gripped her phone, trembling. She hurried over to find Yu Lizhi, only to see her hanging onto Bo Yanchi like she had no bones, acting spoiled. Wen Xin felt the world go black.
This complete disaster.
Her brain must have had a seizure today. Not only was she hugging Bo Yanchi, whom she usually detested, and calling him "hubby," but she had spent the entire evening clinging to him without a shred of dignity. Along the way, she had managed to smash her beloved Fu Sichen and spit frantically at Yu Haitang out of pure jealousy.
Was this really a female star? She was clearly a walking disaster.
Don't blame the netizens for scolding her and saying she was desperate for fame. Anyone who saw her ridiculous behavior today would think the same thing. She was famous now, all right—famously blacklisted.
The trending topics were full of people trashing her. Fu Sichen's fans, Yu Haitang's fans, their collective "ship" fans, and even Bo Yanchi's fans—the entire fandom world had united in perfect harmony to dump their hatred on her.
She had gained a mountain of "black fans."
As for her own handful of loyal fans, they couldn't control the narrative and couldn't win any arguments, so they simply gave up. They tagged Yu Lizhi directly: "Congratulations on becoming famous, sister. Please handle the anti-smear campaign yourself."
When the black fans chased them down the internet to curse them, the few loyal fans trembled: "Nothing to do with us. The idol caused the mess; if you want to scold someone, scold her, not us."
It wasn't easy for them, either. Fanning such a "grand-ancestor" of a person. She had the looks but not the acting skills, the looks but not the brain, the looks but not the emotional intelligence. It wasn't easy being a fan of aesthetics. Otherwise, what normal person would ever fan her? It was all just because she was pretty.
Even Wen Xin felt sympathy for her fans—and for herself, the struggling assistant. She bit the bullet and knocked on the door, which was already ajar. "Um... Best Actor Bo, may I borrow Lizhi for a moment?"
Bo Yanchi startled, feeling the awkwardness of being caught in the act. He hurriedly pushed Yu Lizhi away, stood up with a tense expression, and said stiffly, "I'll head out. You two talk."
He strode out of the dressing room, leaving the space to them.
"Little ancestor, look at the trending topics!" Wen Xin handed her phone to Yu Lizhi, pulling at her own thinning hair in frustration. "With that series of ridiculous stunts today, you're officially done for."
Yu Lizhi tapped on the trending page, calm and composed. "Oh, isn't that great? I'm finally famous."
She didn't even need to click on the posts to know that everyone was cursing her.
Wen Xin: "?"
How was this little ancestor not worried at all? In the past, if anyone said a single word against her, her explosive temper would have fired back ten times over.
"You're famous, alright, but your fans are all black fans—they've increased tenfold," Wen Xin sighed, shaking her head.
"Let them scold me. As long as I have the attention, I won't fade into obscurity." Yu Lizhi pulled at the corners of her mouth, though her beautiful eyes dimmed.