Ming Tianxing had his secretary bring Ming Xiaowei the company's newly purchased laptop.
"Keep this for your own use from now on," Ming Tianxing said with remarkable generosity.
"Thanks, Dad." Ming Xiaowei fiddled with the laptop—still brand new, its box unopened.
The house only had desktops and tablets, so she really did need a laptop.
Ming Tianxing chuckled softly but said nothing else.
After logging into Weibo, Ming Xiaowei skimmed through the documents. Aside from the stuff targeting "Orange," this Zhao Qinghan had genuinely offended a lot of people.
Ugh, what a hassle. This world still runs on verbal battles.
Back when Zhao Qinghan first entered the industry, she had framed an obscure D-list actress for sleeping around. In the end, the actress died because of the rumors, yet there wasn’t a single exposé about Zhao Qinghan online.
Let’s start with this one.
Ming Xiaowei spent half an hour struggling with the write-up before finally giving up and asking Ming Tianxing to find someone reliable to handle it.
She was never cut out for writing stories.
But when it came to nitpicking, she excelled.
Ming Tianxing’s assistant found himself working overtime in bewilderment.
"Young Miss, does this meet your expectations?" The assistant turned the laptop toward Ming Xiaowei, who was busy scrolling through short videos.
"Not bad. Let me add you on WeChat—I’ll come to you next time." Ming Xiaowei patted the assistant’s shoulder with an air of approval, as if praising a promising student.
The assistant was speechless.
Ming Tianxing laughed for a long time. His assistant had a master’s degree—writing copy was child’s play for him.
When Zhao Qinghan had slandered that actress, someone had secretly recorded a video. Ming Xiaowei couldn’t be bothered to edit it. She posted the write-up along with the video.
To maximize impact, she even paid people to spread the exposé across various short-video platforms. Just a matter of throwing some money around.
Hehehe.
Ming Xiaowei was already looking forward to the fallout.
When Zhao Qinghan’s agent woke her up, her mind was still foggy.
"Is that post online true?" The agent was furious.
She hadn’t managed Zhao Qinghan before, so she wasn’t aware of many things. Later, after working with her, she realized Zhao Qinghan had a terrible personality but didn’t bother intervening—as long as the company got clout, it didn’t matter.
What difference did it make whether the attention was negative or positive?
Money was money.
Some in the industry even deliberately filmed shows that invited backlash just to trend and cash in.
But this time, it involved a life.
"What exposé?" Zhao Qinghan was clueless—she’d just woken up.
Her system had also been forced into hibernation, and she was already annoyed. What mess had blown up now?
Meanwhile, the families who had previously blackmailed Zhao Qinghan were now claiming online that she had supernatural abilities.
Such a bizarre topic briefly trended before sinking into obscurity.
Ming Xiaowei didn’t expect this to take Zhao Qinghan down—it was just to make sure the higher-ups noticed her.
"That D-list actress surnamed Zhang, the one who later committed suicide—this is tied to you."
In fact, it was Zhao Qinghan who had originally leaked the rumors online.
All because that actress had mocked Zhao Qinghan for her lackluster acting.
Instant annihilation.
Standard wish-fulfillment novel logic—if the protagonist disliked someone, even a single taunt meant death.
"Huh? She killed herself—what does that have to do with me? If she was that mentally fragile, why drag me into it?" Zhao Qinghan scoffed, though she knew this was troublesome.
She hadn’t even recovered from the last wave of online backlash before getting sucked into another.
Lately, no variety shows, dramas, or movies had been reaching out to her.
Before, her scandals were just about her personality. Now, this incident was scraping the bottom of moral decency, and everyone was scrambling to distance themselves.
Human nature—pfft. Zhao Qinghan had seen through it all back in the apocalypse.
Was she really supposed to go begging to that old man from the Zhao family now?
Zhao Qinghan was beyond irritated.
At the same time, a tiny flicker of hope rose in her heart. Before the apocalypse, she’d read novels. Typically, heroines like her always had a tall, domineering yet tender male lead swooping in.
"Zhao Qinghan, are you even listening?" The agent was livid.
"Not my problem. Handle it yourself." Zhao Qinghan abruptly hung up, finally feeling like the world had quieted down.
Just thinking about that girl who ambushed her yesterday made Zhao Qinghan seethe.
What was that about?
Wasn’t she supposed to be the heroine? Where was the rich, powerful, drop-dead gorgeous man who’d dote on her no matter how spoiled she acted?
The agent was close to losing it.
Frankly, even if Zhao Qinghan died, what did it matter to her?
She had other artists to manage.
Meanwhile, the internet was a storm of curses.
[Qinghan’s Downfall]: Holy crap! I knew it—Zhao Qinghan’s pure evil.
[Starry Heart]: Zhang didn’t deserve this. I never liked ZQH, but I didn’t think she was this vile.
[Where’s My Sugar Mommy?]: ZQH is next-level. Watching her on variety shows made me want to slap her (smirk).
There were worse comments, but Ming Xiaowei didn’t bother reading them.
"What’s the heroine up to?" Ming Xiaowei asked A-Si.
"Oh, she’s wondering why there isn’t a hot, rich guy pampering her and fixing all her problems," A-Si replied lazily, yawning.
Ming Xiaowei: ?
"Did too many romance novels rot her brain?" Ming Xiaowei was baffled.
She decided the "New Year’s Delusional Diva" title now belonged to Zhao Qinghan. She didn’t deserve it—after all, she didn’t even have a hot older sister spoiling her and cleaning up her messes.
"Probably. But she just blew up at her agent, so she’ll likely stay holed up for a while."
Ming Xiaowei: …
So, time to leave?
Was this her cue to scram back to Yuecheng?
If Zhao Qinghan’s address weren’t kept under wraps, Ming Xiaowei figured her doorstep would’ve been mobbed by now.
What a shame.
Now, the court of public opinion had turned on Zhao Qinghan’s entertainment agency.
Ming Xiaowei snapped her laptop shut.
"Dad, I’m heading back today."
"So soon?" Ming Tianxing was reluctant. "Your mom will be upset if she finds out you came to the capital without seeing her."
"It’s fine. There’s no reason for me to stay anymore."
If Zhao Qinghan found out she was behind the exposés, she’d probably try to drag her down with her.
Ming Xiaowei valued her life—she had to bolt.
Any later, and the heroine might come after her with a shoe.
"Alright. Have lunch first, then I’ll have my assistant take you to the train station." Ming Tianxing smiled faintly.
Ming Xiaowei was about to nod when she suddenly remembered the side quest.
How exactly did Ming Tianxing’s company collapse?
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