Chapter 13: Since when can a show stop me from eating?

Jiang Chiyu washed her hands clean and headed straight to the dining table as she came out of the bathroom. Just as she was about to start eating, Wei Feng grabbed her hand.

“Use your chopsticks. The cameras are rolling. Don’t you care about your image?” Wei Feng said calmly, handing the chopsticks to Jiang Chiyu.

Jiang Chiyu smiled mischievously and replied, “This is a show, but that won’t stop me from eating. I’m always like this—no need to hide it.”

Her blunt words drew a sneer from Lin Qingyue.

The room fell silent, making the sneer all the more piercing.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Chiyu looked over to see Lin Qingyue covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes filled with mockery as they met Jiang Chiyu’s gaze.

“Is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you need to see a doctor?” Jiang Chiyu suddenly asked Lin Qingyue with a serious expression, as if she weren’t joking.

Lin Qingyue’s eyelids twitched slightly, and feeling embarrassed, she immediately withdrew her mockery and replaced it with a composed demeanor.

Those around could tell what was happening, but Jiang Chiyu remained as stiff as a log and continued, “Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”

The first time Jiang Chiyu asked, it seemed like a veiled warning to Lin Qingyue.

But the second time, with the same tone and expression, everyone realized Jiang Chiyu was genuinely concerned, not joking.

This was truly a case of suspecting the noble-minded of ill intent.

Lin Qingyue was momentarily confused by Jiang Chiyu’s question, unsure how to respond, awkwardly looking at her and waving her hand to decline, “No, no need.”

“Well, then take care of yourself. After all, health is the most important,” Jiang Chiyu earnestly advised, seemingly oblivious to Lin Qingyue’s intentions.

“Um... okay...” Lin Qingyue replied guiltily.

Those present couldn’t help but stifle their laughter at the scene.

Wei Feng placed a lotus root sandwich into Jiang Chiyu’s bowl and spoke just in time, “Eat quickly, I made this especially for you.”

“Alright.” Jiang Chiyu eagerly grabbed the lotus root sandwich and stuffed it into her mouth, her small mouth full, resembling a little hamster.

Wei Feng, already accustomed to this, couldn’t help but remind her, “Slow down. No one’s competing with you. Be careful not to choke.”

Jiang Chiyu’s ravenous manner left no trace of elegance.

[Is Jiang Chiyu a reincarnated famished ghost? As a female celebrity, she has no image at all. Can she pay attention? Facing the audience with this attitude, no wonder her reputation is poor.]

[Doesn’t her family feed her enough? Why is she so hungry? Others come to the show to talk about love; she comes to eat.]

[My advice to the director: change this dating show into a food broadcast. Jiang Chiyu would be the top host, definitely more popular than now.]

Fang Yingying, sitting beside Jiang Chiyu, couldn’t help but speak up, still startled by Jiang Chiyu’s appetite even after spending some time together.

“Chiyu, your appetite is really impressive. I haven’t seen you lose your appetite even once recently,” Fang Yingying expressed her admiration.

Jiang Chiyu earnestly shoveled rice into her mouth and replied, “If you’re not eager to eat, something’s wrong with your brain. In these peaceful times, enjoying good food and fun is the right path. Otherwise, how can we strike hard against the enemy during an invasion?”

The logic was sound, but Jiang Chiyu’s style was a bit intimidating.

A lotus root sandwich and a two-pound rice flower fish were devoured by Jiang Chiyu in an instant.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Suddenly, Jiang Chiyu began coughing, startling Fang Yingying beside her.

All eyes turned to Jiang Chiyu. Yan Chuanzhou furrowed his brow, ready to rise and check on her.

Seeing this, Wei Feng quickly reacted, grabbed a tissue, stood up, and gently patted Jiang Chiyu’s back.

He also brought the glass of water before her, saying, “Drink some water; you’ll feel better.”

Fang Yingying couldn’t help but laugh mischievously, “Haha, I told you to slow down earlier. Now you know.”

Jiang Chiyu had grown up in a military camp in her previous life, showing none of the refined airs of a wealthy heiress.

But only this way could she survive in the camp and bond with the soldiers.

Everyone was amused by the scene, sharing a moment of laughter.

Yan Chuanzhou gradually relaxed, his gaze fixed on Jiang Chiyu and Wei Feng, his eyes deepening.

As the show continued airing, Jiang Chiyu’s popularity soared, earning her a large number of casual fans.

Fang Yingying, who also appeared on the show, gained a smaller but growing group of new fans, all charmed by her cuteness and thoughtfulness.

In contrast, Lin Qingyue, who had initially garnered the most support, lost a staggering 150,000 followers within just three weeks.

Even many of her fan club managers began to abandon her.

Netizens offered various explanations for this phenomenon.

Earlier, Jiang Chiyu was frequently scolded, but now the tide of online abuse had turned.

From staunch defenders of Lin Qingyue to a chorus of criticism, her current situation was pitiful.

A large number of unknown netizens began flooding the comments, severely damaging Lin Qingyue’s public image.

The company launched thorough investigations, and Zheng Ce worked day and night on public relations, but the netizens’ behavior only grew more unruly.

Lin Qingyue was at her wit’s end, unsure how to respond.

At Yan Chuanzhou’s door, a knock sounded.

Yan Chuanzhou didn’t want to answer, but the persistent knocking suggested the visitor was certain he was inside.

With some reluctance, Yan Chuanzhou opened the door, only to have a shadow squeeze in through the gap.

“Chuanzhou, please help me. I’m really doomed this time,” Lin Qingyue squeezed inside, gripping Yan Chuanzhou’s sleeve, her tone earnest and pleading.

As the main investor, Yan Chuanzhou was naturally well aware of the online situation.

His expression unreadable, he gently pulled Lin Qingyue’s hand away and said dispassionately, “I’ll investigate this thoroughly; after all, it concerns the production team.”

Hearing this, Lin Qingyue wiped her tear tracks and smiled with relief. “That’s good. I knew you would, Chuanzhou...”

As she spoke, Lin Qingyue stepped forward to embrace him, but Yan Chuanzhou suddenly took a step back.

“You should go back and wait calmly. I’ll find out the truth,” Yan Chuanzhou deliberately avoided her touch and interrupted.

“Okay... okay.” Lin Qingyue awkwardly withdrew her hand and stammered her agreement.

In the following days, Yan Chuanzhou realized the matter was far more complicated than it seemed.

All clues pointed to the Yan family.

He began to suspect who might be manipulating events behind the scenes, seeking to ruin Lin Qingyue.

In the end, Yan Chuanzhou discovered that his own grandmother was involved in the scheme.