Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

At nine o'clock, Yu Le was already on the plane back to the film set.

As soon as the plane landed at Xiaoshan Airport and the cabin door opened, Yu Le was the first to rush out.

His mind was filled with Liu Qianqian's suppressed sobs on the phone, like a wounded kitten whimpering, each sound scratching at his heart.

Upon exiting the airport, he jumped into a taxi, tossed the driver a concise "Xinchang, extra money," and then fell silent.

The driver glanced at the masked man, who exuded an aura of "keep away," in the rearview mirror, and wisely floored the accelerator.

Outside the car window, the scenery rushed past.

Yu Le leaned back in the back seat, took out his phone, and opened the screenshots and links that Yang Nuo had just sent him.

After ending his call with Liu Qianqian, he immediately called Yang Nuo.

Our security director, who possesses exceptional combat skills, recounted the entire story at top speed.

Online, countless posts about "Liu Yifei being kept by her sugar daddy" appeared overnight.

The content is largely the same, but the writing style is surprisingly consistent, clearly the work of a professional smear campaign.

The post offered a detailed "analysis" of why a sixteen-year-old girl could debut as the second female lead in a major CCTV drama like "The Story of a Noble Family."

Why is she able to immediately join the cast of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" and play the highly anticipated Wang Yuyan?

There is only one conclusion: there must be a "sugar daddy" behind this, and a powerful and wealthy one at that.

The article also included several photos of "evidence" taken secretly.

One of the photos is of Yu Le, Liu Xiaoli, and Liu Qianqian at the airport. Yu Le is walking in front, and the mother and daughters are following behind.

Another even more amazing photo is one of Yu Le helping Liu Qianqian carry her luggage at the school gate when she accompanied her to the Beijing Film Academy for registration.

The photo is exceptionally well taken, with a clever angle and ambiguous lighting.

They managed to turn a heartwarming scene between a handsome older man and a girl next door into something with a sleazy, "power-for-sex" feel.

Looking at his incredibly handsome profile, Yu Le felt nothing; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

Godfather?

He subconsciously touched his face.

Is there such a handsome godfather?

Liu Qianqian's personal homepage, the comment section that was originally used to share snippets of her life, has now become a chaotic garbage dump.

Yu Le sat in the back seat of the taxi, his fingers sliding across the keyboard. With each swipe, the furrows between his brows deepened.

The photo was clearly taken of the morning mist at the Xinchang Great Buddha Temple, and the caption was simple: "Good morning, another day full of energy!"

But the comments below were like someone had poured a bucket of swill from the previous day on him.

[What are you pretending to be innocent for? Everyone knows you got to where you are because of your sugar daddy.]

[Is this the legendary "Yangzhou Slim Horse"? She doesn't look that great, not even as attractive as the girl at the hair salon near my house.]

[I heard her sugar daddy is on set with her? And he's a young, strong pretty boy? Are all rich people this extravagant these days?]

[These resources, this speed of advancement, wow, their knees must be worn raw by now!]

Vicious, despicable, and tightly organized.

Yu Le could even smell a professional-level stench of money in the registration time and frequency of these IDs.

This is what online trolls were like in 2003.

Although it was still in a primitive era and lacked the sophisticated management of later generations, it was simple and brutal, biting people to death as soon as they caught them.

Amidst this barrage of vulgarities, a few faint acts of resistance can occasionally be seen.

【Don't talk nonsense! Sisi is not that kind of person!】

Spreading rumors is illegal! I believe in Sisi!

Have some decency! She's just a sixteen-year-old girl!

These IDs mostly use unconventional Martian language names, and their profile pictures are anime or celebrity photos.

It's easy to guess that these are all high school students who became fans of "The First Dream".

Unfortunately, in this era of dial-up internet billing by the hour, how can students' pitiful amount of internet time compete with these professional trolls who are paid to post?

Often, as soon as a clarification is posted, it is instantly drowned out by dozens of insults.

It was like a group of children with sticks trying to fight against a fully armed cavalry company.

Tragic and powerless.

"Master, faster!"

Yu Le turned off her phone screen, not wanting to see that annoying stuff anymore.

"Alright! Hold on tight!"

The taxi driver stepped on the gas, and the car drifted as it veered off the winding mountain road.

Half an hour later.

Xinchang Dafosi Guesthouse.

The film crew's residence, which is usually bustling with noise, was eerily quiet today.

Several stagehands were squatting by the door smoking. When they saw Yu Le get out of the car, they avoided eye contact, didn't even dare to greet him, and left without even throwing down their cigarette butts.

Yu Le didn't mind and dragged her suitcase straight inside.

In the hall, Zhang Jizhong was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Upon seeing Yu Le, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, and he rushed over in three steps.

"Oh my! My dear brother Yu! You're finally back!"

Zhang Jizhong grabbed Yu Le's arm.

"This has blown up... the media's phones are ringing off the hook! What are we going to do?"

Yu Le pulled his arm out and patted Zhang Jizhong on the shoulder.

"Free publicity, why not take it? I'll handle this."

He ignored the bewildered bearded man and looked past him, his gaze landing on the tightly closed door on the second floor.

Doorway.

A pink figure stood like a door god.

Yang Nuo held a mop handle that she had taken from somewhere, her round face filled with murderous intent, her eyes wide like copper bells, warily scanning everyone who tried to approach her.

Upon seeing Yu Le, the girl's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The expression of someone who had been wronged and was now seeing their parents suddenly burst forth from that baby face.

"Boss!"

Yang Nuo threw down the stick and cried out.

"They're bullying us! Those reporters tried to rush in to take pictures, but I chased them away twice!"

Yu Le went upstairs, reached out and rubbed her head, making her already messy bun even messier.

"Well done. I'll give you a raise and double the bonus later."

"Really?" Yang Nuo sniffed, her eyes lighting up instantly.

"More real than real gold."

Yu Le smiled and pointed to the door behind him.

"Is she inside?"

"Um."

Yang Nuo nodded, her expression darkening again.

"She didn't eat breakfast or lunch. She didn't say anything, just stared at the computer. I wanted to unplug the internet cable, but she wouldn't let me and got angry with me."

Yu Le sighed.

This girl looks gentle and weak, but she has the same stubbornness in her bones as her mother.

"Alright, go and rest for a while. Get something to eat. Something hot and easy to digest."

"Okay!"

With a pillar of support, Yang Nuo instantly revived, picked up the mop handle from the ground, and rushed downstairs in a flurry of activity.

The hallway returned to silence.

Yu Le stood at the door, not in a hurry to go in.

He straightened his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind, and then took off his mask and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then, take a deep breath and put on the most relaxed and irritating smile.

Raise your hand.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking sounded particularly crisp in the deathly silent corridor.

No one answered.

Expected.

Yu Le didn't expect the person inside to open the door.

He took out his spare key.

"Click".

The lock cylinder rotates.

The door was pushed open a crack.

The room was dark, with the lights off and the curtains drawn tight. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Only the desk was illuminated by a pale, lifeless light.

That's the light from the laptop screen.

With the help of this dim light, Yu Le could see the small figure huddled in the chair.