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He hastily made a phone call.

“Miss Si, Teacher Si, I know you’re not switching your agency company, but have you considered hiring a PR team?” Qu Lingyun asked. “I know quite a few people who can help you.”

“Do I really need PR?” Si Fuqing replied with a lackadaisical air.

Qu Lingyun choked on his words. “Your haters are just too numerous; it’s really a sore sight.”

“Haters?” Si Fuqing appeared unfazed. “Am I supposed to be afraid? I’ll deal with them one by one, and if they come in groups, I’ll take on the whole lot. If it gets too bad, I’ll sue.”

Qu Lingyun thought about Si Fuqing’s combativeness and chose to swallow whatever he was going to say next.

After a brief contemplation, he cautiously ventured, “How about going back to school? I could arrange that too.”

“I decline,” Si Fuqing said, her face emotionless. “I’ve already spent enough time in school; let me take a break.”

“You stopped school at fifteen, didn’t you?” Qu Lingyun was puzzled.

“Oh, I attended in my dreams,” Si Fuqing shrugged. “In my dreams, I even went to Glenn Film and Art Academy, except, I was a teacher.” Qu Lingyun was speechless.

When it came to dreaming, no one beat Si Fuqing.

“Alright,” Qu Lingyun massaged his temples. “If there’s anything you need, just say the word. I’m currently working on a script. Once it’s polished, I want you as the female lead. You’re quite expressive, and I believe in your acting skills.”

He braced himself for the call to be hung up.

However, after a momentary silence, Si Fuqing casually said, “Sure.” Qu Lingyun was genuinely surprised. “I thought you didn’t want to work?” “It depends on the work, ” Si Fuqing said. “If there’s nothing else, I need to go.”

“What are you going to do?” “Counter the hate.”

Qu Lingyun:

Si Fuqing ended the call and opened Weibo, navigating to the middle-aged man’s page, and leisurely left two comments.

[@SiFuqing: Stop being so passive-aggressive here. Go wash up and sleep. Besides, I don’t need your rundown school to worry about which college I attend. If you have something to say, say it to my face, not behind my back. And for a grown man, I really despise you.]

[@SiFuqing: Here’s a college physics problem I set for you. Come on, let the university students see, it’s quite simple, isn’t it? You call yourself a teacher, yet you can’t solve this, nor have you produced any famous artists. What trash school is it, you’re not fit for me to attend.]

Her comment caused an immediate stir among her following, the Mousse Army, who quickly received notifications and rushed over to support her.

[Jialan Drama Academy? Isn’t that the one where a girl was driven to suicide last year?]

[What do you mean by this? What, you want to harm my husband too?] [Forcing someone to attend who doesn’t want to? What nonsense, ewwww!]

[This… this is indeed a basic university physics question. While it’s unreasonable to expect artists to know this, if you’re recruiting, shouldn’t you understand it a bit?]

Soon, there were over five thousand comments.

The middle-aged man’s Weibo account was bombarded by the Mousse Army, forcing him to restrict the comments.

The Mousse Army retreated back to their forum. [Come on, how can we let our wife fight the negativity on her own?!]

[Save… save us, we didn’t want this, but she’s too fast.]

[She’s so quick I feel useless, I’m a bit envious of the Xie Yu fans next door; at least they get to roll up their sleeves and fight.]

The Mousses was speechless.

Other fan groups established anti-negativity stations, combating negative comments daily.

But for them, by the time they arrived to defend her, Si Fuqing had already handled it herself.

Her combat effectiveness alone was stronger than all of them combined.

They really had it easy.

Well, might as well get back to studying.

On the other side.

The Pei residence.

“Qingya is here.” Mrs. Pei greeted her warmly, “What brings you to Auntie Pei’s today?”

“My older sister just received some wine and supplements, I came to deliver them to you and uncle.” Zuo Qingya placed the gifts down, looking around, “Is Brother Mengzhi not here?”

“Don’t start on him.” Mrs. Pei’s face fell in an instant, “He had an argument with me last night and ran off, hasn’t come back yet.” Zuo Qingya’s heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that Pei Mengzhi had gone to find Si Fuqing?

“You know him, I discipline him for his own good,” Mrs. Pei became agitated again, “If I didn’t keep an eye on him, who knows how he might turn out, and now he even dares to talk back to me, really!”

Pei Mengzhi used to be so obedient, and yet he had dared to raise his voice at her yesterday..