She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 22

Ji Yaoguang truly despised those pervasive, unscrupulous media outlets and thoughtless netizens. A trivial matter had been exaggerated, ultimately stirring up a huge controversy. Glaring at the updates on her phone, she wanted to pierce through the screen. She typed out words, then considering her public influence, silently held back. With no outlet for her pent-up anger, hearing the click of cameras on the way back to the hotel in the evening only intensified these feelings.

Zhao Qing knew how to add fuel to the fire, her ambiguous attitude sparking wild speculation. At this critical juncture, not only did she fail to clarify, but she even posted on Weibo: "A good teacher and beneficial friend, worth cherishing for a lifetime." She even attached a photo from "The Mute Woman" set. What exactly did she mean? Ji Yaoguang wasn't a fool; she knew Zhao Qing was implicitly referring to Chang Yu, just like when rumors of her divorce from Chang Yu first surfaced.

"Miss Ji, is your intimacy with Miss Chang on set for promoting the film?" "Miss Ji, have you really divorced Miss Chang?" "Is the breakdown of your marriage due to a third party?"... The increasingly outrageous questions came one after another, likely from novice reporters unfamiliar with social niceties, eagerly seeking first-hand information to impress their superiors. Ji Yaoguang remained silent, her brow furrowed with frost-like worry. She nearly burst out in anger but ultimately swallowed the words "Will this ever end?" back down.

Back at the hotel, with the curtains drawn tight and only dim light remaining, Ji Yaoguang threw herself onto the bed after washing away the day's fatigue. After this commotion, she no longer felt like going over the script with Chang Yu. She was angry at Zhao Qing, and at herself. If she hadn't been so willful back then, would there have been any opportunity for all this to happen? The phone's ringtone broke the room's silence. Ji Yaoguang initially didn't want to respond to anyone, but under the persistent ringing, she finally reached out and answered listlessly, "Hello, what is it? Make it quick."

"Did Chang Yu get angry because she answered your phone last time and heard those jokes?" Bian Yuting's voice sounded somewhat cautious. As soon as Ji Yaoguang spoke, she could tell her good friend was in a truly bad mood. It made sense, with so much information online, someone seemed to be deliberately manipulating it, impossible to suppress.

"Speaking of that, I haven't even dealt with you yet!" Ji Yaoguang sat up, brushing her long hair. She frowned and complained, "Please don't joke around anymore. I'm afraid that before I can win Chang Yu back, I'll be given a death sentence because of all this mess. She probably wasn't angry last time. You should know what's bothering me now, right? Guess who leaked the information? Much of the public opinion sympathizes with me for being 'cheated on,' but someone wants to harm Chang Yu."

"Is it that Zhao Qing? I see she's always implicitly or explicitly slandering you or expressing her admiration for Chang Yu."

"She probably doesn't want to see Chang Yu's reputation ruined, right?" Ji Yaoguang frowned, responding unhappily, "Those who spread rumors never know how much damage they can do to a person!"

"So what do you plan to do?"

"Of course, clarify. But it's no use if it's just me alone. It depends on Chang Yu's stance. She's usually like an otherworldly fairy, not caring much about rumors. I'm afraid this time she won't clarify or explain, and more and more people will believe it. Of course, what I fear most is that she'll agree to the divorce. You know, although she hasn't mentioned it recently, I sometimes dream about it, dream of divorcing her, dream of her being with someone else. This kind of pain—" Ji Yaoguang suddenly stopped, unsure how to explain everything that had happened to Bian Yuting, how to tell her that she had come back from three years in the future, truly afraid that everything was just a fleeting dream, that after revealing it, she would return to reality. She sighed deeply and added, "I'm uneasy."

"Don't worry," Bian Yuting was silent for a while before forcing a smile and comforting her, "Didn't Chang Yu answer the phone last time? I sensed she still cares about you, especially showing signs of anger, which scared me into hanging up quickly. Chang Yu is too cold, she's even scarier when angry. Besides, can't you feel how good she is to you? I originally wanted to help you get the role of the daughter in 'The Treacherous Courtier,' but Chang Yu helped you first."

Ji Yaoguang was surprised. She raised an eyebrow and said, "It wasn't you? I thought you had talked to Director Li."

"No," Bian Yuting's voice came through. She said with a laugh, "I did want to help you. After Li Yaoyao left the production, I asked Director Li if he had a better candidate. He said he did, and later I found out that Chang Yu had actually spoken to Director Li on your behalf. You can see from her actions that she really cares about you."

The gloomy mood was dispersed by this phone call. Rolling on the bed to release her joy, Ji Yaoguang heard a gentle knock on the door. Who could it be at this hour? Seeing Chang Yu's face through the peephole, Ji Yaoguang quickly smoothed her messy hair before hurriedly opening the door. Chang Yu entered the room, her gaze sweeping around like a king inspecting her territory, while Ji Yaoguang stood awkwardly to the side, a blush slowly creeping up from her ears.

"I've drafted a clarification statement. You can repost it later," Chang Yu said only this before falling silent. She naturally sat down on the nearby sofa, turned on the television, and only when sound came from it did the suddenly silent room feel filled.

Ji Yaoguang quickly walked over to Chang Yu, nodding vigorously, "Okay." After a moment, she couldn't help but mutter softly, "I think they're really annoying. And that person claiming to be your classmate, saying they got reliable information—is that person really your classmate?"

Chang Yu shook her head, responding softly, "I don't know."

Ji Yaoguang asked, "By the way, isn't the company going to handle this? Just let public opinion ferment?"

"My contract is expiring. After finishing 'The Treacherous Courtier,' I'll leave Sheng Tang," Chang Yu smiled, and fearing Ji Yaoguang might not understand, she explained, "You might have forgotten what I told you before, I've already prepared my own studio."

With Chang Yu's reminder, Ji Yaoguang suddenly remembered that Su Ci had also mentioned this before. Although she was a signed artist with Sheng Tang, she didn't have a good impression of Sheng Tang's management. Sheng Tang's operational mechanism was good, with industry-leading protection for stars, but there had also been some disheartening, absurd incidents. Moreover, Sheng Tang never gave a good face to artists leaving the company, and when they encountered any issues, there was a sense of kicking them while they were down. After all, they were businessmen, naturally ruthless in discarding those who could no longer create value for them.

If Chang Yu had her own studio, if their relationship was still as close as before—Ji Yaoguang shook off the "ifs" in her mind. She didn't know how to inquire about this matter, as it would make her recall her neglect of Chang Yu.

Chang Yu suddenly changed the subject, "Ji Kaiyang is coming here tomorrow. I've checked the schedule, you have fewer scenes. Why don't you go pick him up?"

She had heard he was coming before, but after a while, there was no further news, so Ji Yaoguang hadn't paid much attention. Who knew he had contacted Chang Yu directly? "Okay," Ji Yaoguang nodded.

"Mm." Chang Yu nodded slightly. She stood up, smoothing her clothes, "I'll head back now. You should rest early too."

Unable to voice her desire for Chang Yu to stay, Ji Yaoguang felt a surge of frustration, only able to watch as Chang Yu's figure disappeared from the room. The heart-wrenching cries from the TV drama reached her ears, giving her goosebumps. The overly heavy makeup and luxurious costumes, combined with the exaggerated expressions, created an indescribable eeriness. Ji Yaoguang shuddered and quickly turned off the TV, silently wondering, "Is this how the audience sees me?" She used to be content being eye candy, but clearly, that wouldn't work anymore. She had to either leave this circle or work hard to catch up with Chang Yu.

Reopening the script, she thought of the scene she had just seen on TV. That actor must have been too nervous, unable to relax their facial muscles, causing their entire face to look extremely strange, in an unnatural state. It seemed that on set, she herself had experienced this situation quite often, while Chang Yu could control herself at will.

"When I lie flat on the bed, I find that my shoulders, shoulder blades, waist, and other parts are very tense, but what I need is relaxation," Ji Yaoguang sent a message to Chang Yu.

"You can imagine a baby. When it lies on the sand, it leaves an imprint of its entire body. But adults are different, only leaving imprints of their shoulder blades and buttocks. The rest of their body, due to habitual long-term tension, hardly touches the sand."

Ji Yaoguang wasn't professionally trained in acting. In her mind, there was only a vague theory about eliminating tension. She understood Chang Yu's words but didn't know how to eliminate this tension. Even in the three years after, when she worked hard to improve her acting skills, there were still many things she didn't understand.

Chang Yu sent another message: "Let's buy a cat for home someday."

A cat? Ji Yaoguang didn't think she had the mindset to take care of a furry little animal, especially since her favorite animal was a dog.

Chang Yu guessed Ji Yaoguang's confusion from the long silence. The input indicator kept showing, but no message came through. She sighed inwardly and, without waiting for Ji Yaoguang to ask, explained, "If you put a cat on a soft cushion, you'll find its entire body imprints on the cushion. If you tease it, it will instantly tense up, but quickly relax again, only keeping necessary muscle tension."

Ji Yaoguang replied, "What about dogs?"

Chang Yu was silent for a while, then finally sent one word: "Silly."

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The next day, Ji Yaoguang had few scenes to shoot. She asked for leave from the director and headed to the meeting place. Interestingly, all of Ji Kaiyang's messages had been sent to Chang Yu's phone, as if she, not Ji Yaoguang, was his real sister. The meeting point was the North Star Hotel, a property of the Ji family, though Ji Yaoguang rarely visited. The front desk manager recognized Ji Yaoguang, but only as a famous celebrity.

"Ji Kaiyang!" As soon as Ji Yaoguang saw the familiar figure, her eyes grew warm. She pretended to be angry and called out. Ji Kaiyang, who had been waiting for a while, stepped forward and gave her a firm hug. The siblings hadn't met for some time, and despite their occasional squabbles, their relationship was good. After ruffling his sister's smooth long hair, Ji Kaiyang released her, somewhat disdainfully asking, "Why are you here to pick me up? Where's Ah Yu?"

"Brother, don't you want to see me?" Ji Yaoguang glared at him, muttering dissatisfiedly, "Chang Yu's scenes aren't finished yet, she'll probably come over later." Actually, Ji Yaoguang wasn't very confident saying this. She never knew Chang Yu's plans.

Ji Kaiyang clicked his tongue, sat down opposite Ji Yaoguang, and crossed his legs, examining her for a while before speaking again, "What exactly are you aiming for by working so hard? Isn't it good enough relying on the family? If you were more like Yuting, you wouldn't have ended up in this situation. Look at those rumors online, you don't know how nasty they are." Seeing a bitter smile on Ji Yaoguang's face, Ji Kaiyang stopped his criticism and changed the subject, "What's really going on between you and Ah Yu now? Don't tell me it's true what they're saying online, that you're really divorcing?"

Ji Yaoguang sighed, "Brother, if even you believe it, what about others? I told you before, I won't divorce Chang Yu. If we did, I'd regret it and suffer for the rest of my life."

Ji Kaiyang nodded, his smile fading, and said earnestly, "You initially entered this circle to pursue Ah Yu, but don't forget your original intention in the end. However, I believe in you. You're definitely not that kind of irresponsible person."

"I haven't forgotten," Ji Yaoguang shook her head and asked, "Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere in our affairs? Why have you come here now? Do you have other business? What about Mom and Dad? Still traveling abroad?"

"I missed you both, can't I come to see you?" Ji Kaiyang tugged at his tie and rolled his eyes, "Those two old folks are too lazy to worry about these things. If it weren't for Uncle Li sending updates, I probably wouldn't even know which remote corner they've gone to experience life."

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

Ji Kaiyang waved his hand, "Go ahead."

"Do you think it's all my fault that Chang Yu and I have ended up like this?" Ji Yaoguang sighed. This question had been bottled up in her heart for a long time. After returning to three years ago, she had repeatedly reflected on her mistakes, being extremely cautious not to upset Chang Yu. But they were partners, the most intimate people to each other. How could they reach such an unequal state? She could sense Chang Yu's weariness, but sometimes, who could she turn to with her own exhaustion? Everything felt like the sword of Damocles hanging over her head.

Ji Kaiyang fell silent, his brow furrowed into a knot. After a moment, his bright smile dissolved it, and he looked at Ji Yaoguang with an almost fatherly gaze: "Hey, what are you thinking? Do you even need to ask this question? Not just me, even Mom and Dad don't take your side on this."

Ji Yaoguang: "......" Shaking off a body full of goosebumps, Ji Yaoguang, feeling like the lowest-ranked member of the family, voluntarily closed her mouth, no longer engaging with this troublemaker Ji Kaiyang. Is this how an older brother should be? Shouldn't he side with his own sister, even if just for a small comfort!

"Alright, alright," Ji Kaiyang feigned impatience, waving his hand as if shooing her away, "I've seen enough of you, go back to the set. If Ah Yu has time, ask her to come over. I have something I want to talk to her about." His claim of not interfering in Ji Yaoguang's marital crisis was just a pretense. Taking time out of his busy schedule, wasn't it all for these two troublesome darlings?

As it happened, Ji Yaoguang had just left when Chang Yu arrived, the two barely missing each other. Removing her sunglasses, her face, usually as cold as solid ice, slowly revealed a warm smile. She nodded to Ji Kaiyang, calling out, "Brother."

"So you still recognize me as your brother," Ji Kaiyang teased.

The Ji family and the Bian family were two of China's business giants. During their school days, Chang Yu had no idea about Ji Yaoguang's family background, thinking she was just from a well-off family. When meeting the parents, she was actually quite nervous. Compared to Ji Yaoguang, who had loving parents and an all-capable brother, she had nothing left, only Ji Yaoguang. However, the Ji family was more enthusiastic and kind than she had imagined, showing no trace of a superior attitude. Chang Yu had seen many business families who viewed actors as mere performers, their words full of contempt and disdain. But the Ji family was different; their conversation showed respect for every profession. The Ji parents treated her like their own daughter, even giving her better treatment than Ji Yaoguang in some aspects. Emerging from her memories, Chang Yu's eyes carried a hint of melancholy. How could she not understand Ji Kaiyang's meaning? The whole Ji family probably knew about her and Ji Yaoguang's divorce drama.

Ji Kaiyang's smile remained on his face, but his gaze was sharp, carrying a hint of inquiry: "Ah Yu, let's speak frankly. You should know why I'm here. Yaoguang has been willful since childhood, with a childish temperament. Thank you for your tolerance all this time. When she first told us about you, to be honest, her mother and I were surprised. Before you came to our home, we had a serious discussion for some time. We had never seen Yaoguang so determined about anything."

Chang Yu nodded, lowering her eyes to listen quietly to Ji Kaiyang.

"We only have two children in our family, Yaoguang and me. As for our parents, how should I put it... they adopted a laissez-faire approach to education, rarely interfering with anything we do. Of course, we bear the consequences of our actions. Yaoguang is somewhat proud too, as you can see from her refusal to rely on family connections. Even Yuting has laughed at her foolishness many times. She naturally won't tell us about the conflicts between you two. She rarely cries, but last time I called her, I clearly heard her choked voice, though she tried hard to act as if nothing was wrong. Yaoguang really likes you."

Chang Yu pursed her lips, a warm light passing through her eyes. She responded softly, "I know."

"It's quite normal to have some minor quarrels between you two. There should be some flavor of life, otherwise it would be like those otherworldly fairies," Ji Kaiyang joked good-naturedly. Seeing Chang Yu's lips curl slightly, his tone suddenly turned serious, his expression becoming stern: "Yaoguang has realized her mistakes and says she will change. What about you, Ah Yu? It's impossible for the situation to have reached this point due to one person's issues alone."

Chang Yu's eyelid twitched. She looked up at Ji Kaiyang's serious expression, her heart suddenly in chaos. After separating from Ji Yaoguang, she had reflected on every detail of their past, thinking about her tolerance towards Ji Yaoguang, feeling her own exhaustion from inside out—she had thought about many things, realizing that, like Ji Yaoguang, she couldn't let go. She was somewhat afraid that Ji Yaoguang was just reverting to old tricks, that in the future she would return to her former self. She feared that her expectations for Ji Yaoguang would once again become empty... But she had never sought a breakthrough from herself. Now, enlightened by Ji Kaiyang's words, she recalled a distant relative who, after her parents had just died in a car accident, called her cold-blooded and selfish. "I—"

"Ah Yu, let me be direct, don't blame me," Ji Kaiyang interrupted Chang Yu. "I can sense a deep-seated insecurity in Yaoguang's words and actions, especially after she entered the entertainment industry and after your marriage. This insecurity comes from you. If Yaoguang is a burning flame, you are ice that never melts. You're too silent; you freeze all your emotions inside. Communication and exchange are crucial. To maintain a relationship between two people, this aspect cannot be lacking. If you have any dissatisfaction with Yaoguang, tell her directly; if you have any expectations for her, what you're thinking in your heart, you can tell her too. After all, none of us can read minds. Without words, how can one express their emotions? I don't want you to miss out because of this."

"You're both young, but that's not always good. Youth and vigor can lead to impulsive actions. You might think you're calm enough, but those involved are often blind to their situation. Sometimes it takes an outsider to point things out."

Even after Chang Yu and Ji Yaoguang issued a statement, stubborn people still liked to label their actions as publicity stunts, believing this was the only way to watch a spectacular drama unfold. It was largely this mentality, finding joy in others' joys and sorrows. Sometimes Ji Yaoguang couldn't help but maliciously speculate about how unfulfilling the lives of those who hurled abuse and slander online must be, needing to support their lives through insulting and defaming others.

The troubled state of mind affected her work. After five consecutive failed takes, unable to find the right state, Ji Yaoguang actually envied and admired Chang Yu's professionalism. No matter what happened, once in front of the camera, she would become a different person, completely unaffected by the trivialities of real life. Sitting dejectedly to the side, Director Li Ou, unusually, didn't burst into angry scolding, but instead gently patted her shoulder and sighed. Ji Yaoguang felt somewhat dejected; this was the first time since entering the entertainment industry that she felt so discouraged about not performing well. Pressing her temples with both hands, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

"Well, well, Ji Yaoguang, the heat of the trending topics has finally died down, replaced by another issue," said Cheng Henian, who had nothing better to do than wander around various sets. She spotted the dispirited Ji Yaoguang at a glance. Taking a few steps towards her, she nudged her and said with a smile, "But unfortunately, the protagonist of the new trending topic is still you, Ji Yaoguang."

As if not hearing Cheng Henian's teasing, Ji Yaoguang suddenly raised her head and asked, "Have you ever experienced a state where you couldn't sing?"

Cheng Henian was taken aback. She blinked, and after a moment, replied in a light tone, "Yes, just recently when collaborating with Lu Yusheng, I found I couldn't sing."

Ji Yaoguang frowned, clearly not believing Cheng Henian's words. She looked up, catching a flash of pain in Cheng Henian's eyes, and understood. Not pursuing this matter further, she jumped to the next question: "When you couldn't sing, how did you deal with it? Did you keep singing, or wait until you calmed down?"

"That's a good question," Cheng Henian chuckled softly, her carefree smile replaced by a distant melancholy. No one knew the great price paid to be called a genius. She certainly appreciated the various advantages her talent brought her, but if she hadn't pushed herself, she probably wouldn't have achieved her current success—apart from those awards, sharing the stage with Lu Yusheng was also a form of recognition. "When I couldn't sing, I would lock myself in my room, not talking to anyone. When I was irritated, I even smashed my piano, though of course, I had to tighten my belt for the next few months. I needed to vent before I could emerge from that state of depression. As for you, I think you should address the root cause of the issue. Don't think about how to act right now; I suggest you check Weibo first."

Cheng Henian pursed her lips and, seeing no reaction from Ji Yaoguang, casually opened an article and read it aloud: "'Mysterious man meets popular actress at hotel, suspected to be Ji Group's CEO.' The cover is a blurry hotel embrace photo, and the article directly points out that the popular star is you, Ji Yaoguang. Same-sex marriage breakdown? How long can same-sex relationships last? Take a look yourself."

...... Of all the recent events, this was the most absurd. Ji Yaoguang meeting Ji Kaiyang was naturally innocent; she hadn't even worn sunglasses. Who knew there were media hiding in the shadows? She glanced at the blurry indoor photo, the angle indeed tricky. She didn't even have the energy to force a smile. As expected, the comments below were a torrent of abuse, along with some 'interesting' remarks left by onlookers who enjoyed the spectacle.

—Chang Yu cheats with a woman, Ji Yaoguang cheats with a man? Is it turning to someone else's arms after being heartbroken? Anyway, these two people just make me feel disgusted. From neutral to hating.

—They're both surnamed Ji, let me speculate wildly, could they be siblings? But I've never heard of Ji Yaoguang having such a powerful background.

—German bone science? Brilliant, brilliant.

—Are you all stupid? If she's from the Ji family, why wasn't there any commotion when Ji Yaoguang and Chang Yu got married?

—No, they didn't invite anyone to their wedding, did they? But I remember hearing that the young miss of the Bian family attended their wedding. The Bian and Ji families are old friends, I still think they're siblings. But it's possible Ji Yaoguang is illegitimate.

—This is too disgusting, can these two please leave the entertainment industry? I strongly demand that "The Treacherous Courtier" recast, don't let them ruin my goddess.

—This twist, best of the year!

What kind of nonsense is this? Ji Yaoguang found it laughable. She clicked into the trending topic and scrolled through it, even seeing a headline article posted by someone called "Z University's Goddess, Z University's Gossip." Ji Yaoguang was always sensitive to anything related to Z University, especially since the poster's avatar was her alma mater's library. It couldn't help but catch her attention.

"Everyone knows Ji Yaoguang graduated from our Z University, majoring in Chinese Literature, not Performance. I have to say, Ji Yaoguang is quite impressive. At our Z University, both the Arts Academy and the Literature Department are top-tier. Her ability to enter the Chinese Literature Department shows she has a considerably high level, at least far above average. At that time, she was the professors' favorite student in our department. But everything changed after she participated in 'The Voice of the Masses.' She was signed by Sheng Tang Era and entered the entertainment circle, skipping classes became commonplace. From an outstanding student with great potential to barely scraping by year after year, it can be described in two words: 'fallen.'

"Of course, that's not what I want to talk about this time. Z University, as one of China's top institutions of higher education, has professors who have statistically analyzed that over 10% of students come from upper-class backgrounds, 70% from well-off middle-class families, and only a very small percentage from rural areas. The solidification of social classes is reflected in education. Whether you admit it or not, children from good family backgrounds have broader horizons than others, and their advantages are even more prominent in university. Some people like to aspire to luxury, while others prefer to keep a low profile, but their names are never submerged. Take Ji Yaoguang, for instance. In university, she always wore branded clothes and expensive accessories, but as far as I know, her family background is that of an ordinary merchant family, unable to support her extravagant spending. Sometimes she lived in the dormitory, sometimes in a very ordinary apartment near the school..."

The article, spanning thousands of words, exhaustively detailed Ji Yaoguang's affairs from university to her entry into the entertainment industry. It was so well-argued that even Ji Yaoguang herself almost believed it. Once a problem arises, all sorts of demons and monsters appear. Ji Yaoguang was nearly amused to anger. She returned to her own Weibo and found that many people were indeed questioning whether she had been kept by Ji Kaiyang since her university days. Those who had previously sympathized with Ji Yaoguang for being cheated on by Chang Yu now changed their stance, starting to criticize and condemn Ji Yaoguang. People believed every rumor they heard, as if when Nüwa molded humans from clay, she forgot to give them brains.

"This roller-coaster plot could definitely be turned into a novel," Cheng Henian finished browsing and clicked her tongue a few times. She immediately reposted the article, saying: "Come on, everyone repeat with me the names of the Big Dipper: Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, Alkaid." Even if Ji Yaoguang had never explicitly mentioned her background, anyone with a brain could figure this out.

Chang Yu had finished her scenes and was walking towards the rest area with Qiao Xi. Usually, Ji Yaoguang would just sit there until Chang Yu's figure disappeared from sight, but this time, with various emotions tangled in her heart, she took a few steps forward and grabbed Chang Yu's hand, saying, "Come with me." Of course, these baseless matters would eventually be clarified, but who was behind all this? The more Ji Yaoguang thought about it, the more alarmed she became. From smearing Chang Yu to smearing her, who was so relentlessly doing these things?

"Do you have any enemies?" Ji Yaoguang asked. Seeing Chang Yu raise an eyebrow in confusion, she shook her head again, pacing the room in frustration. While there might be many who envied Chang Yu, it would be hard to find anyone she had offended. She focused wholeheartedly on her work, being extremely indifferent and apathetic to surrounding matters. Perhaps it was people Ji Yaoguang had offended? Every incident was spiraling out of control, with no traces to be found in the future.

Chang Yu pondered for a while before softening her tone and asking, "What happened? Don't be anxious." She had been acting and hadn't noticed the developments on Weibo. Could it be that the previous divorce rumors had affected her mood? This thought wasn't implausible. Wanting to comfort Ji Yaoguang but not knowing where to start, the light in her lowered eyes gradually dimmed. Chang Yu finally just sighed almost inaudibly.

"I don't know if I've gone crazy or if the people online have," Ji Yaoguang suddenly stopped pacing and stared fixedly at Chang Yu. "Ji Kaiyang and I were secretly photographed meeting at the hotel, and someone detailed my past, seemingly wanting to dig up past lives. I find it absurd, like a dream."

Chang Yu bit her lip, saying somewhat confusedly, "Can't this kind of thing be clarified soon? Do you still not want people to know you're from the Ji family?"

"It's not that," Ji Yaoguang shook her head. She ruffled her messy hair and sighed, "I don't know who's pulling strings behind the scenes. This matter is easy to clarify, after all, my relationship with Ji Kaiyang doesn't allow for their wild speculations. I'm just worried, what if someone is trying to harm you?"