One day and one night, Su Ran and her company hadn’t responded.
The campus web drama she recently aired had also crumbled.
A bunch of people sought her for explanations.
When people liked a celebrity, everything seemed like a merit, but when they didn’t, they would nitpick at everything, from her crooked face to her stiff acting, both became subjects of controversy. On the contrary, Jiang Leyi, who played the third female lead, started getting noticed.
Su Ran’s Weibo was overwhelmed, and she herself dared not come out to respond, retreating like a turtle. Meanwhile, quite a few netizens were at Beijing People’s Hospital trying to find out about the injured lady’s condition there.
However, the hospital kept it tight-lipped, prompting some to spread rumors that the lady who was pushed had already died.
The rumors intensified, and some even called the police, asking them to arrest Su Ran from her residential neighborhood.
Specific updates weren’t reported online.
"Eh, it’s been two days already and no one has helped Su Ran remove the hot search yet. Da Shachun, does this make sense?" Jiang Nanshu asked.
Da Shachun appeared: "Host, this isn’t something you should worry about. Someone will help her."
Jiang Nanshu felt that the protagonist of this book was truly holding the infernal script.
Liang Ciqiu hadn’t even started competing with Lu Qingyan before she ended up going in.
Cheng An, who knows if he had regained consciousness yet, even if he did, he wouldn’t be in a good place to handle Su Ran’s issues.
Duan Huaiyu, despite having connections with Su Ran, was impoverished and couldn’t rescue her.
Upon thinking of these, she became somewhat curious, how would Su Ran make a comeback?
Hearing the doorbell, Jiang Nanshu opened the door to find a masked delivery guy holding the food she ordered: "Hello, is this Miss Jiang?"
"Yes."
"Here’s your order, please sign for it."
Jiang Nanshu took the pen he handed and signed her name on the delivery slip.
As she finished signing, she glanced at his name tag, which displayed two words: "Huang Hui."
He nodded repeatedly: "Enjoy your meal."
Jiang Nanshu watched him leave with a gentle smile.
Usually, delivery folks weren’t allowed into such high-security areas.
Jiang Nanshu’s delivery would be placed at the security booth, and the security personnel from that place would bring it to the storage box outside her door for her to pick up herself. Having the delivery brought to the door was a first.
She had been targeted within just two or three hours of settling in.
It could only be said that this person had been watching her for a long time.
Seeing her living alone, they couldn’t resist exploring to check if there was anyone else in her house.
Jiang Nanshu glanced at the meal he delivered and threw it straight into the trash. If he dared to come, Jiang Nanshu wouldn’t mind teaching him some manners.
The delivery might have been tampered with, leaving her no choice but to eat out.
Outside the lifestyle supermarket was a high-end buffet restaurant, where patrons were mostly residents of Emperor’s Garden.
Jiang Nanshu strolled around, ate and drank her fill, then returned home.
At night, Jiang Nanshu was wakened by the noise of quarrels and smashing.
Women’s shrill screams, men’s vulgarities, mingled with children’s cries, blended into a chaotic, nightmarish symphony in the darkness.
The screaming turned to sobbing.
Even from a house away, Jiang Nanshu heard it.
She got out of bed without turning on the light, instead opening the white sheer curtains covering the glass door, and walked to the balcony. It was one in the morning, and the night wind was a bit chilly. Jiang Nanshu glanced towards the brightly lit villa next door; the smashing sounds continued, but the women and children’s crying had stopped.
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