Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

That’s why for several days she hasn’t come out or updated her Weibo.

Thinking of this, they began to feel sad. They originally liked Little Fatty, but after the news broke, they turned from fans to haters. It turned out everything was fake.

Little Fatty was still the Little Fatty they admired.

They were right all along and should have persisted.

Their guilt, combined with feelings of injustice and heartache, made them feel like righteous warriors. Only they knew the truth now, and they were determined to help Little Fatty clear her name!

”She’s okay, just eating less lately, probably trying to lose weight.”

Gu Feng glanced at everyone present. He finally understood her strategy.

With such a bunch of troublesome relatives, she must have foreseen this day coming. So she had him start sending money early on and made sure it was done openly and ostentatiously for everyone to see.

Now, someone was speaking up for her, right?

Miss Tong had grown up, becoming more and more impressive.

She could even anticipate questions.

The few young ones felt even more sympathy hearing this. This couldn’t be nothing; it was a big problem. Little Fatty, who loved to eat, couldn’t even eat now. Any talk of dieting was just a cover; she was truly heartbroken, unable to eat.

Needless to say, their imaginations were indeed quite wild.

Gu Feng nodded to them, maintaining a calm demeanor, ”Please help take care of the elders. I am Miss Tong’s agent. If there’s any issue, feel free to contact me. I have other matters to attend to.”

The youngsters nodded and waved her off, ”Brother Feng, take good care of our Little Fatty.”

Gu Feng: ...

Truly being used and counting money while doing it.

A bunch of fools.

But if it weren’t for reaching this point, he wouldn’t have seen through the scheme Miss Tong had set up back then.

After this visit, Gu Feng’s heart felt more at ease. It seemed there was truly nothing to worry about anymore, though he still needed to stir things up in that village.

Somehow, people found out about Tong Yan’s little house in S City, with haters staking out daily, even throwing ink on the walls, feces by the door, and writing in big red letters telling Tong Yan to get out of the entertainment circle.

If it weren’t for other residents being fed up with the harassment and calling the police, this would never have ended.

Haters are a powerful and frightening force; they can bring you down from the pedestal and drag you to the bottom. They’re often extreme and will do many irrational things.

Many celebrities have fallen into depression or even resorted to self-harm or suicide due to haters’ actions.

If it weren’t for Tong Yan’s strong will, coupled with experiences from a past life, being blackened like this would’ve driven her to a breakdown long ago.

But our Miss Tong kept eating heartily and even accidentally had two more bowls.

Little Nine reported all these happenings to Bo Yimo, who rarely used his phone, so he was always closely monitoring Young Madam’s situation and reporting immediately if anything happened.

”Young Master, now Young Mad... Miss Tong is being harassed worse than ever before. Should we step in?”

The night was cool like water. Bo Yimo sat on the crimson sofa with legs crossed, left hand gently swirling a goblet. The red liquid swirled within, carrying an indescribable allure.

He was shrouded in darkness, like a vampire knight from Central Europe who had hidden his sharp fangs, exuding elegance mixed with deadly temptation.