nashuaworldcup Chapter 501 Go to hell!
Chapter 501 Go to hell!
"I know, just give the paparazzi a heads-up, I won't show my face."
Wen Yang was relieved. "Okay, I'll contact them now, but you absolutely mustn't go and join the fun, okay!"
"understood."
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The wind in the back alley carried the chill of deep winter, swirling up bits of snow from the ground.
Song Yuchen leaned against the mottled wall, the cigarette between his fingers burned to the end, burning him so badly that he shivered, only then realizing that he had been waiting for almost half an hour.
He frowned as he stared at Fang Li's number on his phone screen, a sneer escaping his throat.
He had calculated Fang Li's personality: seemingly gentle, but with an unyielding tenacity hidden deep inside. He knew that once she saw the watch, she would definitely come over alone.
When the time comes, all he needs to do is lure over the pre-arranged "fans" and have someone hiding in the shadows take a few blurry photos of them together. Then he only needs to reveal her identity as the daughter of the Xu family, and all the scandals that have been plaguing him during this time can be reversed instantly.
Song Yuchen's idea is very good.
Recordings, fan exodus, escort scandals—in this era where online public opinion dominates, everyone seems to prefer speaking up for the underdog.
He only orchestrated all this online because Xu Fangli, the heiress of a wealthy family, couldn't have him and deliberately fabricated these negative stories to win him back.
These negative stories will not only no longer be used to attack him, but will instead evoke even more sympathy from fans, and may even help him establish a persona of being fearless of power and maintaining his integrity.
The imagination was wonderful, and Song Yuchen's plan was especially good.
The cigarette butt was stubbed out hard on the wall. Song Yuchen adjusted his baseball cap, which was pulled down low, so that the brim almost covered half of his face.
He imagined Fang Li rushing over in a panic, and his dismay when she heard those fabricated "secrets." He couldn't help but smile.
The frustration of being suppressed by her and Wen Yang several times in a row was finally vented today.
Suddenly, a series of noisy footsteps came from the alley entrance. Song Yuchen's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously straightened his back.
Instead of the slender figure expected, a crowd of people carrying cameras and holding mobile phones surged in, their flashes creating a blinding light in the narrow alley.
Song Yuchen's face darkened, and the table of contents immediately fell into disarray.
He instinctively prepared to escape, but when he turned around, he found that a large group of media and fans had also surged in from behind.
"Song Yuchen?!"
"Is that Song Yuchen?!"
......
Song Yuchen pressed down hard on the brim of his hat, trying to squeeze through the crowd and leave.
Unexpectedly, the people from both sides converged and squeezed him into the middle. Everyone could tell that they were after him, so how could they let him go!
"Song Yuchen! Is it true that you're contacting fans privately to scam them out of money?"
"Are those photos and recordings from the previous escort scandal real?"
"Is it true that you also hired online trolls to smear your competitors?"
"..."
The sharp questions came crashing down like hailstones, and Song Yuchen's face turned pale instantly.
Only then did he see clearly the reporters holding microphones in the crowd, whose badges clearly indicated that they were from some of the most daring media outlets in Haicheng to dig up dirt on people.
How could it be them?
He instinctively tried to dodge, but as soon as he turned around, he was blocked by a crowd of people, and his shoulder was hit painfully by the camera.
"You've mistaken me for someone else! Make way!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was drowned out by the even more turbulent sound.
Suddenly someone reached out and pulled at his hat. Song Yuchen panicked and quickly pressed down hard on the brim of his hat, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He couldn't stop them in the shoving, and the next second a brute force suddenly ripped off his cover, revealing a haggard face worn down by public opinion, yet still handsome.
"It's really him!"
The crowd erupted instantly, countless cameras were shoved in front of him, and the sound of shutters clicking was so loud it hurt his eardrums.
Like a grasshopper thrown into boiling water, he stumbled backward, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall.
"That's what you said!"
"talk!"
"That's right! Stop pretending to be mute! Give everyone an explanation!"
"Say!"
"Say it!"
Song Yuchen held his head and remained silent until someone suddenly shouted!
Immediately afterwards, a cup of warm milk tea flew over in an arc and landed precisely on his face.
Sweet liquid streamed down his cheeks, the burning sensation mixed with humiliation freezing Song Yuchen in place. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gradually reddening.
"Liar! We've been fans of yours for so long, and you've taken advantage of our feelings!"
"Someone like you doesn't even deserve to be a star!"
"Liar! Liar!"
"Go to hell! You heartless liar!"
All I could hear were curses.
Amid the chaos, Song Yuchen's gaze swept past the throng of heads and suddenly froze.
Under the streetlight at the alley entrance, Fang Li stood upright in the shadows a few meters away.
She was wearing a soft, thick down jacket and a warm indigo scarf around her neck. She was playing with her phone, the light from the screen reflecting on her face, revealing no emotion.
There was neither mockery nor smugness in her eyes; she simply stood there calmly, like an outsider, coldly watching the farce she herself had orchestrated.
It's this look.
Since the two separated, she seemed to have instantly given up, and she was always so unfamiliar and calm when facing him.
Song Yuchen clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm.
Only at this moment did he truly realize just how cruel Fang Li's calmness was, as if she had already anticipated all his struggles and embarrassment.
His self-righteous scheming was nothing more than a clown's performance in her eyes.
It turns out that he never intended to win from the very beginning.
The sweet, slightly fishy smell of milk tea still lingered in her nose, and the reporters' relentless questioning filled her ears, but in Song Yuchen's world, only that calm figure in the distance remained.
A surge of emotion, a mixture of shame, anger, and resentment, welled up in his chest, threatening to overwhelm his reason.
He stared intently at Fang Li, the hatred in his eyes like poisoned ice shards, wishing he could pierce through that composed figure.
Fang Li seemed to sense his gaze, turned her head slightly, and through the noisy crowd, gave him a very light and very slow smile.
That smile was as faint as the wind, yet it was like the last straw, completely breaking down Song Yuchen's defenses.
He finally experienced what it meant to be utterly defeated amidst a flurry of flashing lights.
Fang Li glanced at him one last time before turning and leaving.
Song Yuchen endured wave after wave of curses and shoves, watching helplessly as she walked further and further away from him, bathed in the dim light of the alleyway.
The night breeze, carrying the sweet aroma of milk tea, swept past the street corner. Fang Li tightened the scarf around her neck and took a deep breath.
As soon as I turned the corner of the alley, I ran into Xu Fangye, who was anxiously walking towards me.