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Her eyes reddened further as she spoke, and in them, one could see an unmasked loathing.

Lin Qingyan had just returned from the hospital.

They told her that her allergic reaction was due to makeup products containing toxic heavy metals.

Given that she had undergone facial surgeries in the past, Lin Qingyan was particularly cautious about what touched her face.

All her skincare and makeup items were custom-made, ruling out the possibility of contamination by heavy metals.

The only other person who had been in the makeup room with her during yesterday’s episode was Si Fuainz.

Who else could have tampered with her makeup?

Lin Qingyan shot up from her seat, teeth clenched. “Do you hate me so much you’d want to ruin my face?”

“You think I did this to your face?” Si Fuqing examined Lin Qingyan’s features with keen interest. “Then you underestimate me.”

She absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled softly, “If I really wanted to harm you, it wouldn’t just be your face. Your hands, your legs—all of it would be gone.”

“Ever heard of the corrosive liquids used in martial arts clans? A few drops, and you’re gone. Simple.”

The room fell into a chilling silence.

All eyes were on the young woman seated in the chair, her eyes squinting like a fox’s, the corners of her lips curling into a mischievous, unrestrained smile.

Lin Qingyan was so taken aback that she forgot to cry.

She felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss, the cold piercing her to the bone.

“Just kidding,” Si Fuqing clicked her tongue. “I only do that stuff in games. I hope you all don’t find yourselves in one with me; you won’t survive.”

“Si Fuqing!” The producer, now thoroughly enraged, slammed his hand on the table. “Do you realize how many things you’ve done in less than a month?”

“What I’ve done?” Si Fuqing remained nonchalant, lounging like a lord. “Hmm, let me think. Retrieving equipment, getting rumor-mongers arrested, betting on makeup removal. Seems like small stuff. Want me to do something even bigger? Should I try harder?”

The producer was fuming, his chest heaving, his face flushed red.

He had to admit, at least a quarter of the show’s popularity was driven by Si Fuqing, for better or worse.

Another quarter was due to Xie Yu.

He believed that if they asked Si Fuqing to leave “Youth With You,” Xie Yu would also withdraw without hesitation.

The show would be over.

They had no choice but to endure.

“Who else entered the makeup room yesterday?” The producer turned to the staff, holding back his anger. “Apart from you all.”

Everyone shook their heads.

One of the staff hesitated for a moment before finally saying, “No one else entered the makeup room.”

He was not foolish; he had a good idea of what had transpired. Lin Qingyan’s facial issue was likely related to Zuo Qingya.

But when it came down to choosing between the Miss from the Zuo family and Si Fuqing, who had been driven out by the Zuos, anyone would know what choice to make.

“Are you saying the makeup products tampered with themselves?” The prdocuer slammed the table in fury. “Did Teacher Lin’s face decay on its own?!”

“What’s the point of finding people? Isn’t surveillance there for a reason?” Si

Fuqing lifted her eyes. “Don’t you have brains? Can’t you check the footage?”

“Teacher Si, are you saying this because you know the surveillance footage can’t be accessed?” Lin Qingyan almost laughed out of sheer exasperation. “The state sports event is about to take place, and the stadium was sealed off last night. No outsiders are allowed. We could only rent it for half a day. This is an order from the Western State authorities. You think you can just access the footage?”

Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow. “How do you know I can’t?”

Lin Qingyan burst into laughter, tears falling down her cheeks. “All I need from you is an apology for what has happened. Is it that hard?”

Ignoring her, Si Fuqing made a phone call. “Yes, I’m fine. I need the surveillance footage from the City Center Stadium, from 2 to 6 in the afternoon. yesterday. Yes, Makeup Room 13 on the third floor.”

“Oh, because I’m a law-abiding little salted fish who insists on governance by law!”

The person on the other end, Feng San, was puzzled but couldn’t refute her logic.

He was curious about who Si Fuqing had hired as that T18 investigator last time. It seemed there was no way to find out now.

He turned his head and recounted the events.

Yu Xiheng set down his brush after writing the last character, his voice even. “Make a call, tell them it’s from me.”

A word from Yu Xiheng could achieve what no one in Lin could, despite the orders from the Western Province authorities.

Feng San nodded and immediately dialed another number.

The other end promised to send the surveillance footage to the “Youth With You” training camp as soon as possible.

After completing the call, Feng San noticed Yu Xiheng still standing by the desk, his fingers lightly touching the rice paper, lost in some distant memories.

“What is Brother Nine writing?” Feng San inquired as he leaned in closer.

It was a poem.

“Who says we have no clothes, with you I share my robe. In mobilizing troops, I sharpen spear and sword,

With you, I share my grudges.”

The calligraphy was imposing, written in one breath, and the air of decisiveness it conveyed was palpable.

Just by looking at it, one could almost hear the clangor of swords and hooves, as if transported back to a tumultuous age a thousand years ago.

Feng San took a step back, unable to contain his admiration. “Brother Nine, your penmanship is truly extraordinary, even surpassing my own grandfather.” Yu Xiheng stood silently for a moment before softly saying, “You may leave.”

Feng San quickly retreated, then pondered for a moment before asking in a small group chat. [What do you guys think girls generally like?] The chat erupted.

[Feng San, what’s happening? Are you in love?]

[I don’t know what girls generally like, but I like guns. Send me a new model.] [Guns??? I just figured out why you’ve been single for years.]

[It’s good to dream, Feng San. I look forward to the day you make a mistake and get sent back here, so I can serve the master!] Feng San couldn’t take it anymore and finally exploded.

[You all know nothing!]

Fancying Miss Si?

He alone was enough to cling to her coattails.

Others should not even dream about getting a piece of the action.

Meanwhile, at the show’s location.

Ten minutes passed, and the midday break came. Li Jingchen finished his class.

As he came out to discuss some matters with the director, he happened to bump into Lin Qingyan, who was just coming out of the restroom.

Li Jingchen paused, not saying anything, and was about to knock on the door when Lin Qingyan stopped him.

“Teacher Li, I know you’ve been avoiding me lately. I don’t know if you’ve heard rumors or something.” Lin Qingyan’s eyes were tinged with red, a sign of vulnerability. “Look at what has happened despite my concessions.” Li Jingchen felt awkward, his lips pressed tightly. “What happened to you?” “Nothing much, ” Lin Qingyan briefly responded. “It is what it is.”

“The doctor said it’s just an allergy. You should tell the show to avoid filming your face for a few days,” Li Jingchen tried to comfort her. “Tell the public you caught a cold; it will be fine.”

“Really?” Lin Qingyan let out a bitter smile. “Appearance is so crucial for a celebrity. Now I understand why Teacher Si always wears makeup. Who wants to expose all their flaws?”

Li Jingchen’s brows furrowed, his voice turning cold. “Then she’s being utterly malicious!”

He despised such behavior, common as it was in the entertainment industry. With the industry’s declining moral standards, it seemed there was no way to correct this trend.

“Teacher Si even mentioned checking the surveillance,” Lin Qingyan laughed bitterly. “What surveillance could she possibly have?”

She shook her head and opened the door. “Producer, director, I’ve thought it over. I’m quitting the show.”

“Look at me, my face is ruined. Who knows what other ill-fated events might occur?”

Her words shifted the room’s atmosphere.

“No!” Li Jingchen was the first to react, his expression serious. “Classes have already been assigned. How can you just quit? Who will take your place?”

Moreover, given the current popularity of “Youth With You,” many eyes were on them. What would the audience think if Lin Qingyan left?

“What else can I do?” Lin Qingyan sounded defeated. “Is a public apology too much to ask for?”

Upon hearing this, Li Jingchen turned to Si Fuqing. “Teacher Si, Teacher Lin is willing to let bygones be bygones. All you need to do is apologize to her on Weibo. When you’ve done wrong, you should admit it.”

“I already said, if I had done it, she wouldn’t be standing here yapping,” Si Fuqing opened her eyes, revealing not a hint of amusement, only a cold malevolence. “You’re disturbing my rest, you know how annoying that is?”

Li Jingchen was also angered and was about to retort when the door was knocked again.

A respectful voice from outside said, “Miss Si, I am here to deliver the surveillance footage you requested..”