Chapter 35: They’re Not Fond of You

Chapter 35: They’re Not Fond of You

It’s like a tiger not showing its strength, and people think it’s a weakling!

Song Xilan never thought of exposing Jiang Jingru’s premarital pregnancy to the public. Even though Jiang Jingru plotted against her family’s famous calligraphy and paintings, she had no intention of using this to retaliate.

But now, the villain is making the first move?

Song Xilan was furious. She thought to herself, since she wants to talk, then let’s talk together. Let’s see who’s afraid of whom!

If I don’t teach her a lesson, she’ll think I’m a pushover.

Wang Hongyan: "But I don’t know anyone else in the song and dance troupe. Even if I tried to spread the word, they wouldn’t listen to me!"

Song Xilan: "I don’t care what it takes, but within three days, I want everyone in the song and dance troupe to know about this. Otherwise, you can kiss your job at the food factory goodbye!"

Although Song Xilan is the factory director’s daughter, she has never thrown her weight around or said such things before. This was the first time.

After she said it, no one around her thought it was out of line either. After all, Wang Hongyan plotted against her first, so it’s only natural for her to vent her anger.

"And you!" Song Xilan said, turning to the female workers who had just been gossiping about her behind her back. "You should know what to do, right?"

"Yes, yes!" Yang Xuemei quickly said. "If anyone dares to spread rumors, we’ll make it clear to them that it was Jiang Jingru who struck first, doing something shameful and trying to drag others down with her!"

Song Xilan nodded: "Yes, and don’t gossip about others so carelessly in the future. Even what you see with your own eyes isn’t necessarily true, let alone hearsay. It’s bound to get twisted as it spreads."

"Yes, yes, we won’t dare to do it again." The girls quickly scattered.

Zheng Qiaoling picked up her lunchbox that had fallen to the ground, still stunned: "Lan Lan, what in the world is going on? What did Jiang Jingru do?"

In her eyes, Jiang Jingru was beautiful, elegant, and had a lovely singing voice—a figure on a pedestal. Just being able to exchange a word with her would make her ecstatic, and her greatest wish was to have Jiang Jingru sign her notebook.

Song Xilan patted her shoulder: "I understand how you feel now. It’s probably the same as when I suddenly discovered that Yang Jingyu was a scumbag."

She had learned many new terms from the online comments, like calling someone like Yang Jingyu a "scumbag," and what Zheng Qiaoling was experiencing now was called "the collapse of an idol."

Song Xilan told Zheng Qiaoling about her recent feud with Jiang Jingru, only omitting the part about Mi Fei’s authentic work.

Finally, she sighed: "What’s wrong with some people? I didn’t even want to bother with her, but she insists on making trouble for me. Spreading rumors about me doesn’t do her any good. It’s just harming others without benefiting herself!"

Zheng Qiaoling gradually shifted from disbelief to righteous indignation: "No, how can you put up with this? This woman has no morals! Not only did she cheat on a hero, but she also tried to steal from your family, and now she’s spreading rumors about you. No, I can’t stand it. Let’s go find her!"

Song Xilan: "What’s the point of finding her? Haven’t we already made Wang Hongyan expose her shameful deeds to the public?"

"No, that’s not satisfying enough. I’m going to give her a piece of my mind to vent your anger."

"No need for that!"

Song Xilan and Zheng Qiaoling are polar opposites in temperament.

Song Xilan is calm and dislikes conflict, while Zheng Qiaoling has a fiery temper and can’t stand injustice.

At this moment, Song Xilan couldn’t stop Zheng Qiaoling from going to settle the score with Jiang Jingru.

She had to hurry after her: "We haven’t even had lunch yet!"

"I’m too angry to eat!"

Song Xilan: But I’m hungry! What’s more important than eating?

As they neared the dance troupe, they unexpectedly ran into someone who seemed even more aggressive than the two of them.

Upon spotting them, the person abruptly stopped: "Xilan? Where are you off to?"

Zheng Qiaoling: "Lan Lan, who’s this guy? Is he talking to you?"

"Qiaoling, this is Comrade Jiang Chengxiao I told you about. Comrade Jiang, this is my good friend Zheng Qiaoling. We’re on our way to the dance troupe."

Zheng Qiaoling spoke quickly: "So you’re Comrade Jiang! What a coincidence, you should tag along. It’s that Jiang Jingru you brought into the picture—she’s been spreading nasty rumors about Lan Lan at work. We’re planning to give her a piece of our minds!"

Jiang Chengxiao frowned: "What’s she done?"

Zheng Qiaoling hesitated; the rumors were unpleasant. From what Lan Lan hinted, she seems to have a thing for Jiang Chengxiao. Even if a guy knows the rumors are fake, hearing that stuff would still bug him, and it wouldn’t be good if he got the wrong idea.

"Never mind, you don’t have to come. It’s no big deal, just some nasty gossip. We’ll handle it ourselves."

Jiang Chengxiao chuckled: "What a coincidence, I was just about to go and settle things with her too."

"Huh?" Song Xilan was surprised, "What do you have to settle with her?"

"We’ll talk about it when we get there!"

The three of them rushed to the dance troupe.

Zheng Qiaoling directly mentioned Yang Jingyu’s name. Yang Jingyu had been trying to figure out how to win Song Xilan back lately. When he heard Zheng Qiaoling was looking for him, he hurried out.

From afar, he spotted Song Xilan and immediately grinned. He knew it—this chubby girl was so into him before, how could she just blow him off like that?

Someone must’ve been bad-mouthing him to her, pissing her off.

After a few days, she must’ve cooled off, and here she is, coming back to him!

Focused on pleasing Song Xilan, his eyes were only on her: "Lan Lan, why didn’t you give me a heads-up or shoot me a message so I could come to you! Have you eaten yet?"

Before he could finish, he noticed a tall and imposing man standing in front of him. As a dancer, he was naturally of good height, but the man before him was half a head taller, wearing a black cashmere coat. His presence was overwhelmingly oppressive.

"Who the hell are you? Can’t you see I’m talking to someone?"

Jiang Chengxiao: "I see, but I just don’t want you talking to her. She’s not into you, didn’t you get the memo?"

"Nonsense, Lan Lan…"

Song Xilan sternly said: "Comrade Yang, I’ve told you before, don’t call me that. It causes misunderstandings and is bad for my reputation. I came here with Comrade Jiang, not to see you."

Zheng Qiaoling: "Enough, stop the nonsense. Yang Jingyu, I’m the one looking for you. Where’s your broadcasting room?"

Yang Jingyu: "Why do you need the broadcasting room? It’s off-limits to most people."

"Well, you must have some music equipment, amplifiers, speakers, or something for your rehearsals. Just get us something to use."

Yang Jingyu became wary: "What exactly are you planning to do? Don’t do anything reckless!"