My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 382: Can You Shut Up?

"Did you hear me?" Without a reply from Yuran, Xie Cheng urged again.

Yuran gave an acknowledgment, "Xie Cheng, keep an eye on Yun Man for me. I have a press conference this afternoon. After that, I’ll go to look for someone."

"Okay, I’ll give you a call later, and you can just go pick up the person."

"Alright."

Xie Cheng said, "Next time, remember to discuss anything with me first. Over here, whether it’s about efficiency or resources, we are more effective than those around you."

"I was worried about troubling you, after all..."

"After all, I used to hate you that much?" Xie Cheng said with a mix of laughter and helplessness, "Wasn’t it because you made a bad impression on me before? And I’ve apologized to you."

Yuran, "Isn’t it because, Xie Cheng, you were under the threat of my seventh brother?"

Xie Cheng replied, "No, I was really apologizing. If you feel it wasn’t formal enough, I can apologize again in a way you deem suitable. Previously, I had too rigid an impression of you that was deeply ingrained, but having spent so long with you now, I can see clearly.

If you weren’t good enough, Bo Yan wouldn’t have married you, would he? It was my fault before, and from now on, consider me your shared agent as a couple."

Yuran felt thoroughly disillusioned, "Then thank you, Xie Cheng."

"Since you’ve called me Xie Cheng, you don’t need to be so formal. I’ll keep an eye on the person for you. Do you need any help with the press conference this afternoon?"

"No need for that, as I have all the proof of authentication here. Fu Bairan has set me up, and I’ll let her swallow her own actions."

"Good, don’t leave any leeway for the enemy, as it’s just setting traps for yourself."

Xie Cheng’s words carried a hint of menace, yet Yuran did not find anything amiss. After hanging up Xie Cheng’s call, she shared the news with Qi Younian and the others.

Qi Younian, holding his forehead, laughed wryly, "Had I known that Yinran Entertainment would become what it is today, I wouldn’t have left so easily;

Giving such a big opportunity to that pair of dogs, I can understand Fu Bairan acting foolishly, but Yinchao, that bastard, he’s clearly been blinded by beauty;

I find it strange, how can he endure the beauty of Fu Bairan?"

Yuran, Kang Zhenyu: "..." People say different strokes for different folks. Is that strange? Not strange at all.

...

That afternoon, Ran Studio officially announced a press conference to disclose evidence concerning their artist Lu Xiao.

The invited media were also all listed.

Among them, prominent accounts from Diyang also sent reporters to attend.

The venue for the press conference was the conference reception center of the renowned Y International Hotel.

Consequently, netizens were puzzled, what exactly was Ran Studio doing?

Had they really found a way to completely clear Lu Xiao’s name? The operations in the entertainment circle were becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

This matter with solid evidence, and they still had the capability to hold a press conference?

Therefore, the public’s discussions were overwhelmingly negative.

[I don’t understand this move by Ran Studio. The evidence against them is conclusive, is this an attempt to clear their artist’s name?]

[Who knows, before, when Lu Xiao’s previous company claimed he wasn’t a good person, I didn’t believe it. I trusted Ran Studio, but look what happened? It hasn’t been long, and there’s trouble again. Can they clear his name now?]

[Which powerful backer is Ran Studio relying on? Clearing the name of a problematic artist seems to have become so simple?]

"I will never forgive an artist tainted with scandal. Ran Studio, the whitewashing factory for these scandalous artists, shall face my firm boycott for any of its future artists."]

["I agree with the comment above."]

["Let me say something fair. We’re all spectators regarding the incident involving Lu Xiao. As for the real reason behind it, none of us knows. Those who are eagerly taking sides right now are probably those keyboard warriors who would stand on the moral high ground at any time. I’m keeping a watchful eye and don’t think any party is innocent at the moment; naturally, I don’t think any party deserves universal condemnation either. The truth could very well be on its way. Can’t we all just calm down a bit?"]

["Which PR firm did you come from, you whitewashing dog? How much were you paid?"]

["Whoever profits is obviously the one who hired you. Do we even need to spell it out?"]

Due to the press conference, there was a continuous stream of voices online vilifying Ran Studio.

These voices did not shy away from pushing Ran Studio to the peak of slander.

On the way to the press conference, Kang Zhenyu’s hands were constantly on his tablet, refreshing the news and reading the gossip, though it angered him, his expression remained unfalteringly calm.

Yuran saw his furrowed brows and smiled, "Kang, it hasn’t been easy for you to return to the industry, and you have to face all these troubles from our studio. I’m sorry about that."

Kang Zhenyu shook his head and put away his tablet, "President Yu, I didn’t mean it that way."

Yuran, "Kang, I really do feel sorry. I haven’t managed to arrange any proper work for you, just all these messy issues to deal with for the studio;

I must be born under an unlucky star, never encountering good fortune. It’s simply unreasonable."

Kang Zhenyu was amused by her, "President Yu, you don’t have to think like that. After all, nobody can predict when they’ll hit a streak of bad luck. It’s just how things are."

At the press conference site, media reporters from major outlets and those from smaller workshops had already packed the place.

As long as they showed their press cards, there was no reason to be turned away.

So when Yuran arrived on-site with Lu Xiao, Kang Zhenyu, and Qi Younian, they were greeted with a barrage of flash photography and shutter clicks.

As they took their seats, a reporter, eager to start asking questions, asked the first question, which was incredibly low-brow. Yuran didn’t speak or respond.

Her attitude displeased many reporters in attendance, who whispered to each other, commenting that her fame and status weren’t that great, yet she put on quite the front.

The mockery was relentless.

Yuran fiddled with the microphone in front of her and, with bright eyes, stared downward, "Can you shut up?"

The air grew so quiet that one could hear a leaf fall...

Nobody expected that in this day and age, where artists need to appeal to media, someone would dare to be so audacious, especially an up-and-coming artist with no notable works to her name.

She had no acclaimed works, yet she was defiant to the extreme. freewēbnoveℓ.com

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere suddenly exploded.

The hall was abuzz with discussions, most of which expressed dissatisfaction with Yuran.

Kang Zhenyu was about to speak when Yuran stopped him, "Kang, you don’t need to say anything right now. They’re so pampered they have no shame. They can take it or leave it."

Her voice was not quiet and it stunned the media personnel present.

A reporter stood up with a microphone, "Is Ran Studio genuinely holding this press conference?

Or do you think you can make a fool out of us mere reporters?

We report the news, and the actions of Ran Studio will be reported as they are.

Do you still care about Ran Studio’s image in the future?

Please think clearly about this."]

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