She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 64

Fabricated evidence often appears online, dismissed with laughter as mere entertainment for a boring life. The originators never know what impact they might bring to others, only deleting their posts in the end with a few insincere apologies. Like the screenshots and one-sided reasoning in that article—anyone with a brain would notice some discrepancies, but unfortunately, many are willing to go with the flow, encouraged by intense emotions to play the role of an indifferent spectator.

"The screenshots are real," Ji Yaoguang said with a slight smile. As soon as she spoke these words, the conference hall immediately became restless. If the screenshots were real, didn't this mean Ji Yaoguang was admitting to the crime of plagiarism? Or was there another explanation? All eyes and lights focused on her, while she maintained a relaxed and calm expression, as if nothing was wrong.

"Ms. Chang, what's your view on this matter?" Someone who had fought their way through the many voices turned their attention to Chang Yu, their voice filled with curiosity.

"I believe in her ability, and more so in her character," Chang Yu replied with a flawless smile. She turned her head, her gentle gaze falling on Ji Yaoguang, serious and focused. Where was the discord rumored online? In fact, after "The Treacherous Courtier" began filming, some things had already proven that the rift between them had healed—not to mention the live show "Time Traveler's Inn"? However, the sensation caused by this calmness was far less than that of a breakup, so many people focused on this issue, determined to find traces to prove their views were correct.

Ji Yaoguang looked at Chang Yu, smiling as if no one else was around: "I used to write you many love poems."

"I still want to ask Ms. Ji, you said the screenshots are real, but also that you wrote them yourself, with no ghostwriter. How do you explain this?"

"I think the truth is already very clearly laid out before you," Ji Yaoguang pretended to sigh, looking at the reporters' faces full of curiosity. She chuckled and said, "Although I'm very reluctant to tell you some things, having come to this point, I have to say it. Huaiyu Sanren is one of my alternate accounts, where I post my trivial feelings and poems. As for why it's called this name, firstly, it's because of the homophone of 'yu', and secondly—I believe you're all knowledgeable people, I don't need to say more."

"Then, Ms. Ji, how do you prove this is your alternate account? Can we suspect that you found the original account owner beforehand and communicated with her to create a false impression?" A reporter asked sharply. After a moment of silence, many agreed. At this point, countless possibilities of fraud began to form in their minds—but when they saw the so-called "evidence of plagiarism", they were more inclined to believe that was the truth. It's worth noting that finding a flaw in others can, on one hand, satisfy a certain "sense of morality", and on the other hand, when similar things happen, there's a "precedent", allowing one to act with a clear conscience.

"I knew someone would have this suspicion. Let me log into the account and post a Weibo for you to see," Ji Yaoguang sighed again, maintaining a smile as light as a breeze on her face. She signaled the staff to open the equipment. First, a string of numbers appeared on the screen. "These are the IP addresses logged into my two accounts. You can compare them yourselves. If you still have doubts, please give me a topic, and I'll write something for you on the spot."

Most people's doubts had been dispelled, and they began to turn to another question. But some people were still not convinced. With unknown intentions, someone in the crowd abruptly shouted: "Then please, Teacher Ji, prove yourself. This way, I believe the audience watching will also be convinced. Regarding today's events, is there anything you want to tell us? Can you express it through poetry?"

"Certainly. What I want to say is that life's stages are undoubtedly a kind of path-seeking. Various dangers are like snakes and rats encountered when visiting deep mountains, but these must be overcome step by step, isn't that so?" Ji Yaoguang said with a faint smile.

"Then, Ms. Ji, how much time do you need?" the reporter asked again.

"I don't have Cao Zijian's talent for composing poems in seven steps. To write instantly upon request, you should at least give me some time to think, right?" Ji Yaoguang responded in a joking tone. She held Chang Yu's hand and laughed again, "Some questions can be answered by my beloved on my behalf. What she says is what I want to say."

"I want to know why those screenshots were leaked? I think that netizen was actually guided by Ms. Ji, who only told her it was original—it's easy to arouse suspicion. Her stance was to protect the interests of the original creator," a female reporter pushed up her glasses, focusing her gaze on the silent Chang Yu.

"Everyone has their own privacy. How many people have alternate accounts? Do they need to be completely exposed to the public?" Chang Yu said calmly. "When that person came to inquire, telling her it was original wasn't deception. Who knows what her purpose was? Many people who ask for poems inquire about 'originality' to understand the level and whether their request can be fulfilled. The deliberate guidance you mentioned doesn't exist."

"Then, Ms. Chang, did you know about Ms. Ji's alternate account before?" the reporter asked again. "I saw that the emotions in the posts were tinged with sadness, and the time period coincides with when there were rumors online about your divorce. Doesn't this prove that something happened between you two before, leading to Ms. Ji's low mood?"

For Chang Yu, this question was somewhat sharp. She indeed didn't know about Ji Yaoguang's alternate account, let alone that she had poured so much emotion into it. After a moment of silence, she leaned forward slightly, her voice calm, like a still pond without a ripple. "Not just this question, but regarding the previous online rumors, I'll give an answer here. I don't deny that there have been conflicts between Yaoguang and me. Which couple doesn't have arguments? But we've both recognized our shortcomings and are gradually changing and adapting. I can tell you that our relationship is very good now, and the talk of divorce is completely groundless."

"May I ask what issue caused you two to reach the point of divorce? Was it because of a third party? I heard that you and Ms. Zhao Qing developed feelings while filming 'The Mute Woman'." After this question was asked, the conference hall seemed to become ambiguous instantly, with a restless atmosphere emerging under the flashing lights.

"There is no third party, and there will never be a third party between us," Chang Yu frowned, showing a hint of offended anger. Her face was stern, her voice slow but firm, "This kind of false accusation that confuses right and wrong is a questioning of our character. I hope you can carefully consider before asking such questions. Baseless rumors not only harm Yaoguang and me but also insult your own profession." Chang Yu's image in everyone's eyes had always been cold and distant, with a kind of inviolable sacredness, but in just a few days, she had spoken harsh words to fans and reporters consecutively. Seeing the questioner fall silent, she softened her tone and said, "This is the first and last time I will emphasize such matters. I will answer some work-related questions next."

Unable to inquire further about personal life, they could only regretfully turn the topic to work. After Chang Yu established her studio, was she planning to move behind the scenes or what? What kind of artists was she planning to sign? These were things many people were interested in. "Time Traveler's Inn" was a joint production of the studio with Beidou, Tianguan, and other major productions, which strictly speaking, couldn't be counted as the studio's first work. If it remained silent, it would easily fade away in the blooming circle. But obviously, neither Chang Yu nor the Ji family would let the studio reach such a state.

"I plan to take a break for a while," Chang Yu didn't reveal much of her plans, she just answered calmly. Almost everyone in the circle knew that she hardly ever filmed night scenes and would return home before 7 pm, but basically no one questioned her work attitude. As an artist, she pursued her acting skills almost to a harsh degree. This statement stirred up waves of interest, causing the media to ask follow-up questions, but Chang Yu remained silent. Turning her head to look at Ji Yaoguang, her lips curved slightly upward, and she chuckled, "Let's hand over the rest of the time to the lovely Ji Baby."

Among the many questions, the questioner might have forgotten it themselves, but some people wouldn't. They would interpret this unfinished matter in thousands of ways, just like doing reading comprehension in the college entrance exam—many people believe their answer is the correct one. In this situation, the best method is to thoroughly resolve all problems at the conference. Chang Yu never doubted Ji Yaoguang's talent; she had the capital to be willful and flamboyant.

"Long pavilion connects distant road, wind and cloud recognize dusk dynasty. Stumbling steps, dust in face, short clothes knotted with pine cones. Deep mountain snakes and rats, in dim sky hear night owl. Traveler asks woodcutter on the way, woodcutter laughs like a knife......" Ji Yaoguang's enunciation was very clear, her pronunciation proper as if chanting from the depths of history, carrying a kind of empty, cold loneliness and the melancholy of being the only sober one among the drunk. The stumbling blocks ahead, with snakes, rats, and night owls, and people persuading you to go back—but how should this road be walked? This is a kind of questioning of one's inner self. Ending with "Forever seeking the recluse, one word awakens the stubborn fool", Ji Yaoguang's mood instantly returned to lightness. She tilted her head to look at the doubters and questioners in the crowd, smiling mischievously, "Any more questions? Do you need me to compose another poem? Or should I invite an old professor from Z University to testify?"