She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 62

"Let's start by discussing the show 'Time Traveler's Inn'. Who doesn't know that current variety shows all have scripts? They claim to be live broadcasts, but it's just an illusion. The producer and investor of this show is Beidou Entertainment, formerly known as Huahan, but that's in the past now. Beidou Entertainment is now Ji family's domain, so how could they not create a perfect image for Ji Yaoguang?"

"The guests invited to 'Time Traveler's Inn' seem to cover various aspects, but they actually form a small circle. An Muyu, as the newcomer, is excluded. While others are said to be making money outside, An Muyu stays in the inn cooking for those big shots. You can see the cold-heartedness of these people from the show, especially our goddess Chang Yu. In one episode where An Muyu fell ill, did you see how those people reacted? Look at Chang Yu again, wasn't An Muyu going back and forth in the rain for her? Ji so-and-so's attitude is even worse. When An Muyu was working hard to cook for everyone, she was quick with her lip service, knowing so many dishes but not willing to try cooking herself. I suppose all of this was arranged by the production team? The things Ji so-and-so talked about, I visited a small restaurant called 'Spring Banquet' and could find similar things there."

"Finally, back to the original topic, let's look at the legendary Teacher Ji who can compose poems impromptu. Do you really think all those poems were written by her? Unfortunately, I found the original author, Huaiyu Sanren. Please look at the image below, which shows screenshots of these poems from her Weibo and our conversation. The timeline is clearly earlier than Ji so-and-so's, right? Even the lyrics that the production team claimed were written by Ji so-and-so can be traced back to that blogger's page."

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This long discourse was even more absurd than the previous accusations of her being uneducated. The blogger unilaterally determined her to be a plagiarist, and the righteous tone immediately aroused the so-called "sense of justice" among the onlookers. After reading it, Ji Yaoguang felt like laughing, but she couldn't. She turned to Chang Yu and asked, "Do I look like a naive, easy-to-bully person? Why do they keep popping up one after another to smear me? Don't they know I have backing?"

"It's precisely taking down people with backing that gives them satisfaction," Chang Yu curled her lips and replied. "Last time, didn't you say this Isatis Root asked your small account if those poems were original? I had someone investigate her then and discovered something interesting. Now I know you were right. Even if we treat them like air, they're not necessarily willing to be ignored. They're desperate to make their presence known by any means."

"Tomorrow's shooting will be over. Do you think Director Zhao will be unhappy with all these incidents happening on our show?" Ji Yaoguang blinked.

"He called to ask for my opinion," Chang Yu shook her head. "He also regrets not considering more factors when selecting people. But for a show, controversy means popularity. It's not a big loss for him. As long as some things are clarified, in the end, those who caused trouble will be the ones to regret."

"Why don't we stay silent for another day, until the show wraps up?" They could afford to wait; let the online rumors fly. Ji Yaoguang still had some loyal fans, and Meng Village wasn't cut off from the internet. Those who asked her to write love letters would surely see the news and speak up in her defense, right?

The guests in the inn seemed isolated from the world, unaware of the swirling rumors online. The daytime was no different from usual, except for Jiang Yusheng, who looked at the seemingly nonchalant Ji Yaoguang with words left unsaid. The evening's mini-drama turned into a final wrap party. Amidst the clinking of glasses, a warm atmosphere was created, as if there had never been any conflicts between them.

Even in such an occasion, Ji Yaoguang's alcohol ban hadn't been lifted. She lazily curled up in an armchair, hugging her cat, with a cup of hot water she had barely sipped from placed beside her.

"Teacher Ji, let me toast you," Jiang Yusheng, her face flushed like peach blossoms after drinking, had sparkling eyes. Being from the same alma mater, Z University, the young girl was diligent and hardworking, making it hard not to like her. Ji Yaoguang pursed her lips at her, her gaze sweeping towards the wine bottle nearby.

She didn't particularly enjoy drinking, but in this environment, not having a drink seemed a bit off.

Siren seemed to like this young girl who often fed her. With a meow, she jumped out of Ji Yaoguang's arms and rubbed against Jiang Yusheng's legs. Jiang Yusheng smiled gently, bending down to softly stroke Siren's little head.

"I'll use tea instead of wine," seeing that the young girl didn't understand her meaning, Ji Yaoguang sighed softly, swirling her cup slightly.

"......" Jiang Yusheng was stunned for a moment, suddenly noticing a hint of complaint in Ji Yaoguang's eyes. Realizing this, she secretly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ji Yaoguang, watching in amazement as she threw her head back and downed it in one go. In an instant, it was as if a spring breeze had opened a tree full of peach blossoms, her flushed face like riverside peach blossoms reflecting the sunset glow. A bad premonition arose in Jiang Yusheng's heart. She shuddered and abandoned her admired Teacher Ji, returning to Bian Yuting's side with a gentle and obedient smile.

Catching sight of Ji Yaoguang from the corner of her eye, Chang Yu drank the glass of wine Zhao Beiting had passed her, then turned and walked towards Ji Yaoguang.

"Teacher Chang—"

An Muyu's abrupt voice cut through all the noise, reaching Chang Yu's ears. Her demeanor in public was as weak as ever, with tears in her eyes making her look pitiful. "Teacher Chang, could I ask for your autograph?" Her soft voice was almost cautious. After spending so much time in the inn, why ask at this moment? Chang Yu gave a cold laugh, her eyes tinged with a thin layer of anger. She didn't respond to An Muyu's words, instead asking casually, "Do you know Zhao Jing?"

An Muyu was stunned for a moment, lowering her eyes to hide the surging waves in her heart, and said softly, "Which Zhao Jing?"

"Never mind," Chang Yu curled her lips in an understanding smile, imperceptibly taking a step back, her gaze turning tender and affectionate as it fell on Ji Yaoguang.

An Muyu noticed Chang Yu's expression, taking in every change. With deep love and jealousy suppressed in her eyes, she tilted her head up and asked resentfully, "Teacher Chang, do you like her very much?"

"Yes, I like her very much," Chang Yu nodded without hesitation. She rarely looked at An Muyu; it was even difficult to clearly outline her features in her mind. Now, she finally turned her head, focusing all her attention on An Muyu. It seemed Ji Yaoguang wasn't wrong to view her as a menace; that hypocritical face was full of deceptive fragility and pity—easily gaining others' sympathy. At first, she just looked at her, but gradually her gaze carried a sharp, knife-like scrutiny. Chang Yu's words seemed to have been sealed in an ice cellar for a long time, carrying a chilling air that made one's hair stand on end. She said, "How nice it would be to just be yourself? But it's too late now, isn't it?" How long could this facade of weakness last? Sooner or later, when the truth surfaces, it will be torn apart bit by bit.

The originally pitiful little Siren had returned to her domineering ways in the inn. At this final wrap party, relying on her special status as Ji Yaoguang's cat, she strutted about with her tail held high, her sharp claws swiping across An Muyu's long dress before turning around to innocently enjoy Jiang Yusheng's feeding.

"Siren, don't scratch everything, it's dirty," Ji Yaoguang's tone was languid, her eyes narrowed to slits, showing the haziness and laziness of intoxication. Her gaze turned fierce as she stood up, casting a look of undisguised contempt and disgust towards An Muyu. She still had the nerve to stop Chang Yu to talk? Who did she think she was? Her gaze cut like a knife blade as Ji Yaoguang opened her arms towards Chang Yu, mumbling, "My head hurts."

"Who let you drink?" Chang Yu said with a mix of amusement and reproach as Ji Yaoguang embraced her fully. A moment later, she guided Ji Yaoguang back to sit aside, carefully massaging her temples. The glass of wine Jiang Yusheng had passed was completely empty; she had indeed drunk quite fiercely. The flush on her face refused to fade, and Chang Yu couldn't be sure how much of her consciousness remained clear.

This time, Ji Yaoguang wasn't being obedient. She insisted on hugging Chang Yu to feel at ease, resting on Chang Yu's shoulder. She glared at An Muyu, who was still standing nearby, raising an eyebrow as if in challenge. "I want to kiss you, what should I do?" The soft murmur was pressed close to the earlobe, the warm breath causing a tingling sensation that made Chang Yu's ears turn red.

Chang Yu said in a low voice, "Let's go back to our room."

"I don't want to!" Ji Yaoguang looked up at Chang Yu, responding stubbornly, "I want to do it right here."

The people nearby seemed immersed in their own laughter and conversation, but it was only a few steps away. Who knew whose gaze might fall on this spot? Chang Yu felt uncomfortable with such intimacy in public. In private spaces, she could let Ji Yaoguang have her way, but now—Chang Yu looked at Ji Yaoguang, feeling that those hazy and alluring eyes were captivating. Her heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm. She bit her lip, lowering her voice in embarrassment, "There are many people here, shall we go back to our room?"

Ji Yaoguang didn't speak. In an angle hidden from others' view, her hand slid under the hem of the clothes, gently caressing the delicate skin. Almost sucking on Chang Yu's earlobe, she said, "What if I insist on doing it here?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and the air instantly became hot and ambiguous.