Rong Guang looked at Chu Feiliang with expectant, starry eyes, blinking nonstop, as if waiting for Chu Feiliang to say something.
Chu Feiliang glanced at Rong Guang without a trace.
Then she cleared her throat and said slowly, “Sometimes, the harder a person tries to remember something, the less likely they are to recall it. But then, it’s also possible that at some point, when you stop thinking about it, it might suddenly flash into your mind.”
Rong Guang nodded and said very seriously, “Yes, that’s right.”
Chu Feiliang spread her hands. “So I can’t remember either—how about we talk about it later?”
Rong Guang froze.
By the time she reacted, Chu Feiliang had already sauntered over to press the elevator button.
Looking back, she saw that Chacha and the others had already returned the bikes and were skipping over.
Rong Guang paused for a moment, then had a flash of insight. Feeling like she had discovered a little secret, she trotted over to Chu Feiliang’s side and said, “Sister, you just can’t remember, can you…”
If you can’t remember, you can’t remember. Why go to such lengths to save face?
Rong Guang couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Chu Feiliang didn’t speak, only coughed lightly a few times.
Behind them, the two young receptionists, still standing there trembling, exchanged a glance. They both saw a strange, inexplicable glint in each other’s eyes.
After returning that day, Rong Guang had originally planned to stay up a little longer to observe how things unfolded.
But shortly after she got out of the shower, the exhaustion from a full day of exercise suddenly hit her like a gushing spring. Not only were her limbs sore, but her mind was also completely unable to support any thought. All she wanted was to lie in bed, stretch, and get a good night’s sleep.
She didn’t last more than a few seconds. She fell asleep before she could even blow-dry her hair, her phone still on the screen she had been looking at.
After Rong Guang fell asleep, Chacha, who had already taken a nap, yawned and slowly finished her shower.
With her hair wrapped in a towel, she climbed onto Rong Guang’s bed with a hairdryer in hand. She carefully unwrapped the towel on Rong Guang’s head, her eyelashes lowered, and started blow-drying her hair on the lowest heat setting.
There was no noise, and the breeze was gentle. Rong Guang wasn’t disturbed at all and continued to sleep soundly.
When Rong Guang started to turn over in her sleep after a while, Chacha would seize the opportunity to run to the other side and dry the hair that was now on the bottom.
Once it was completely dry, Chacha cupped her face, her eyes curving as she gently patted Rong Guang’s head. She covered her with a thin blanket and said with a smile, “Goodnight, Sister Guangguang!”
After plugging in Rong Guang’s phone to charge, Chacha quietly turned off the bedside lamp, drew back the curtain, and returned to her own bed.
The next morning, as soon as it was light, the first thing Rong Guang did upon waking was to check her phone.
After a night, the situation had indeed escalated.
And it seemed the matter had truly blown up, even alerting the police.
Jiang Ruyi had indeed been at a bar last night. Evidence like photos and videos had completely sealed her fate, leaving her no room to turn things around.
And because of the Weibo post she made at noon, the police had located her in a very short amount of time.
At first, the goal was just to confirm her safety and arrange for subsequent measures like psychological counseling. But Jiang Ruyi clearly hadn’t realized how big the situation had become, so she was caught completely off guard. Before she could even react, she had been taken away by the police.
Her previous Weibo post had the tendency to manipulate public opinion and endanger public safety, even alerting the local B City police. As of now, she had been lawfully detained.
And the Weibo ID that had gone viral yesterday now occupied a spot on the Weibo search bar all by itself, displayed prominently on the homepage.
Rong Guang clicked on the hashtag #TheMoonWasBentByMyGrinding. The first thing she saw was a long Weibo post, and the author was actually Zhao Xiaole.
The moon was bent by my grinding:
My name is Zhao Xiaole. I’ve been Jiang Ruyi’s assistant for three years, with a monthly salary of 4,500, no days off, no social insurance or housing fund, and no personal freedom.
During these three years, I not only had to take care of her during filming on set, but also had to put up with her petty tempers in private.
Fanning her, holding her umbrella, washing her clothes, and cooking for her. I even had to kneel on the ground to serve as her footstool, just because she said she couldn’t sleep comfortably without something to rest her feet on.
I couldn’t afford to finish high school, so I dropped out early to work. I thought all assistants had it this hard—but that’s not the case. Not to mention those far away, but just looking at someone close by, Rong Guang treats her assistant so well, it’s like she’s raising her own daughter.
Rong Guang isn’t famous, so it’s one thing for her to be nice to her assistant. When Jiang Ruyi wasn’t famous, she treated me okay too, within the normal scope of work. But ever since she got famous from playing ‘Princess Ruyi,’ her attitude towards me took a nosedive. She would hit and scold me at the slightest provocation, and verbal abuse was even more frequent. I even developed depression because of it, pictures below.
But Chu Feiliang is famous enough, right?
Chu Feiliang also treats her assistant with respect! She does everything herself and will even help her assistant hold an umbrella or carry water when they’re busy!
I was originally planning to endure it for a little longer and then resign. After all, 《The Eldest Princess》 is too good of a platform, and it would add a nice line to my resume for future job hunting. Who knew that after joining the cast, Jiang Ruyi would try her old tricks again, colluding with Mao Xiaosong to secretly harm Rong Guang. And before this, she had already harmed many people using different methods.
Before posting this, I thought about it for a long time. My conscience won’t let me pretend none of this ever happened. I have to stand up and expose Jiang Ruyi’s ugly true colors, and also let people in this industry see what the consequences of their evil deeds are!
Further down, the attached pictures were a hospital certificate, some evidence she had on hand, and chat logs with Jiang Ruyi and Mao Xiaosong.
The comments below were all quite spectacular.
Leg Hair Fluttering in the Wind: Hoist by her own petard. Why bother? And she harmed so many people… what a drama.
Ruyi Ruyi, As I Wish: I can’t believe you would lie… Where does that leave all the fans who were so worried about you they couldn’t sleep? Are you trampling on our love for you with death? Do you think this is fun?
Sharing Weirdos: This has to be the drama of the year, right? I feel bad for the veteran artist next door who released a new song several times only to be overshadowed by weird incidents and miss the trending list. So unfair.
Here’s a Heat Pack for You: This person is toxic, confirmed. Also, to the person above, I think I know the veteran you’re talking about.
Enthusiastic Netizen 1: The chat logs have completely sealed the deal for Jiang Ruyi and Mao Xiaosong, right? I remember this stuff can be used as evidence.
Enthusiastic Netizen 2: Person above, I’m your relative, I’m here. I can’t believe Jiang Ruyi is so cruel even to her own people. Her whole body is covered in bruises, some clearly from being pinched. There’s even one on her forehead, was she hit with something?
Enthusiastic Netizen 3: I want to go be Rong Guang’s assistant, to experience what it’s like to be treated like a daughter…
Rong Guang scrolled through a few comments and couldn’t help but marvel at how the absurdity of netizens was increasing by the day. It seemed that in their eyes, all entertainment news could be discussed as if they were watching a TV drama, like it was all just a joke.
But thankfully, she wasn’t the one at rock bottom this time, which was why she could still keep her composure.
Rong Guang then clicked on the pictures Zhao Xiaole had posted.
When she saw the chat logs, Rong Guang finally couldn’t help but click her tongue with a “tsk.”
Chacha had also been reading along, and she read much faster than Rong Guang.
Seeing that Rong Guang had opened the last picture, Chacha suddenly spoke up, “This assistant is amazing, Sister Guangguang.”
“How so?” Rong Guang patted her left shoulder, letting Chacha lean there. Her right shoulder was starting to hurt from being leaned on.
Chacha didn’t even need Rong Guang to say more to understand what she meant. She immediately shifted her head to the other side, nuzzled a bit to find a more comfortable position, and then said, “She knows how to play the long game—she kept all the evidence. If it were me, I wouldn’t be so smart. I probably would have gone straight to the police as soon as I got the evidence. So I think I need to learn from her.”
Rong Guang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Who are you going to learn this to deal with?”
Chacha pouted. “There’s someone…”
“What?” Rong Guang didn’t hear clearly.
Chacha shook her head. “Nothing—Sister Guangguang, why did you ‘tsk’ just now? Did you discover something?”
“Nothing, I just feel the same way you do.” Rong Guang sighed and said, “That’s why it’s so important to be kind to others in daily life—even if you’re not kind, don’t think about harming people. At least be a decent human being. Otherwise, when you get into trouble, many people will kick you while you’re down.”
“But what if some people are just asking for it and insist on provoking you?” Chacha asked humbly.
“Then of course you provoke them back.” Rong Guang raised an eyebrow. “I can’t raise you to be someone who lets herself be taken advantage of. Sister sometimes takes a loss to avoid unnecessary trouble, but on principle, you can’t back down. The premise of being kind to others is that the other party has to be a human being, understand, Chacha baby?”
“Yes, I understand!” Chacha’s eyes widened with great seriousness.
Then she suddenly smiled, nuzzled against Rong Guang’s neck, and said with a laugh, “Sister Guangguang, you called me baby.”
“Ye Zi often calls you that, so it just slipped out.” Rong Guang was taken aback, then said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, “Is calling you baby too cheesy?”
“A little,” Chacha said, tilting her head. “But I like it. you can call me that in the future.”
“Then I’ll call you that.” Rong Guang patted her head. Hearing the doorbell ring, she said, “Go get the door. I’m going to wash up. We can still rent a car to go to work this morning, no need to rush.”
Chacha skipped to the door and was surprised to find Chu Feiliang and Wang Lujie standing there.
Chacha blinked and shouted towards the bathroom, “Sister Guangguang, Sister Chu is here.”
Rong Guang’s head popped out with a ‘swoosh’. She thought Chacha was joking, but when she saw it really was Chu Feiliang, her eyes widened. She instantly pulled her head back in, then rushed through all her actions, clattering as she washed her face and brushed her teeth, and hurried out the door.
“Sister.” Rong Guang had moved too quickly and came out a bit forcefully, still panting slightly.
Seeing her like this, Chu Feiliang smiled and then said, “What’s the rush?”
“I just didn’t want to make you wait for me.” Rong Guang’s eyes curved into a smile. “Why did you come looking for me so early today?”
“I need to take you to meet someone today, so we’ll go directly to the set early.” Chu Feiliang glanced down at the time and said to Chacha, “Chacha, I’m afraid you can’t ride your bike today. We don’t have enough time. Is it okay to take my car?”
Chacha nodded obediently. “Business is more important.”
The little four-wheeler had a limited speed, after all. It couldn’t be used when they were in a hurry.
Chacha, who was already dressed, went to wash up. Just as Rong Guang was about to go back to her room to change, Chu Feiliang called out to her from behind.
Rong Guang turned around and said, a little confused, “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t move,” Chu Feiliang said. Then she reached out a hand, gently wiped the corner of Rong Guang’s mouth, and said with a smile, “You didn’t wash off all the toothpaste.”
Rong Guang froze, then subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth. There was still the cool, slightly sweet taste of toothpaste.
When she realized what she had just done, her face instantly turned beet red.
Chu Feiliang looked at Rong Guang and also froze.
Then she discreetly moved her hand behind her back and said, “Lulu and I will wait for you downstairs… no need to rush.”
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