101. The "Invisible Wings" Public Service Campaign Expands Nationwide

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Tang Song, looking over the evidence that effectively served as undeniable proof trending online, was so excited he nearly jumped up.
“Excellent! Lu Tianyu, since you bumped into my hand yourself, don’t blame me.”

Two days ago, during a gathering with friends in the industry in Chaoyang District, he was suddenly reported. The incident happened so abruptly that some small party favors meant to liven the mood were not disposed of in time.

With his manager’s help, he was released that same day, initially thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. Unexpectedly, the paparazzi caught and exposed the incident.

At present, he was under observation by a certain high-end luxury brand and absolutely could not afford this matter escalating.

Tang Song had been under immense pressure these past two days, simultaneously managing the public relations crisis and unable to resist resorting to forbidden substances.

At this moment, he showed not a trace of the clear, fresh aura beloved by fans; instead, he looked listless, his eyes wild with madness.
“Lu Tianyu, don’t you love stealing my spotlight? Fine! This time, I’ll help you soar!”

Since his debut as a rising star, Tang Song had constantly been compared to Lu Tianyu. The luxury brand’s endorsement favored Lu Tianyu the most.

For Lu Tianyu, this endorsement was merely a cherry on top; for Tang Song, it was a crucial step to elevate his status.

By leveraging the scandal involving Lu Tianyu and Ji Fanxing to shield himself, not only could he divert attention from his own drug use, but he could also suppress a rival—truly killing two birds with one stone.

Thus, when he suggested to his manager to buy trending topics for this scandal, the manager readily agreed.

In Tang Song’s upscale apartment, the forbidden substances lay boldly on the table. He felt no fear or shame in breaking the law; rather, he was indifferent.

His greatest worry was only that this incident might affect his endorsement deal. As for the morality of using banned substances—who cared?

The entertainment industry was so stressful; finding something to relax was only natural.

Even if caught, it was just a night behind bars.

Once he stepped out that door, Tang Song would still be an idol adored by thousands.

In a high-end club, Zhao Jinyu, still indulging in debauchery, saw his beloved Ji Shengxue looking aggrieved in a video and felt pained.

With a grand sweep of his hand, he threw another million to the online trolls.
“Last time we didn’t take down that stinky Ji Fanxing, but this time, keep at her! I want her to never work in the entertainment industry again!”

With the backing of Tang Song and Zhao Jinyu, the internet exploded once more.

Not only Weibo, but also popular platforms like Douyin and Xiaohongshu were flooded with rumors about Ji Fanxing and Lu Tianyu.

Various marketing accounts and internet celebrities jumped in, fiercely commenting on Ji Fanxing and Lu Tianyu.

“Ji Fanxing flaunts charm in the restroom; top star Lu Tianyu is head over heels, willing to downgrade his status just for her.”
“Lu Tianyu blinded by lust, steals his brother’s spotlight; a once-iconic male idol collapses for love.”
“New album ‘Pure Love’ ruined overnight—Lu Tianyu, do you deserve your fans’ expectations?”

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“What’s wrong with the domestic entertainment scene? What are we young people even idolizing?”
“Ji Fanxing is shunned even by her family—how can she be a star?”
“A rookie from a talent show uses any means to rise, a low-tier singer-songwriter beats top producers just by looks—this industry needs reform!”
“Ji Fanxing, I already know where you are. Don’t you dare leave your home…”

Under such descriptions, Ji Fanxing became like a pariah in the entertainment world, with Lu Tianyu’s reputation on the verge of collapse.

Through the hotel window, Ji Fanxing noticed several people peeking in with cameras.

In modern society, privacy was nearly nonexistent. Without proper arrangements, having one’s whereabouts exposed was normal.

Sure enough, having no team to protect her was troublesome.

“Ding dong.”

Someone knocked at the door—it was hotel room service.

“Hello, Miss Ji. A Mr. Bi asked via the front desk to meet with you. He also entrusted me to deliver this document to you. He said you could review it first and then decide whether to meet him.”

“Okay, I’ll reply through the hotel phone in five minutes.”

Ji Fanxing opened the door, took the document folder, closed the door behind her, and leaned against the sofa. She opened the folder to find a note and a contract.

The note read, “Miss Ji, no intention to disturb you. Our company greatly admires your talent and wonders if we might have a detailed discussion.”

She flipped through the contract and noted that the first page clearly stated it was an S+ level contract.

The second page detailed the team support and public relations benefits granted to artists holding this contract, emphasizing these benefits took effect immediately upon signing.

She grew too lazy to read the third page.

With a snap, she shut the file and glanced at the “Tenghai Film & Television” printed on the cover, smiling meaningfully.

“Heh, so it’s you.”

Suddenly, she recalled the first contract Liu Qi had given her—riddled with traps, just as deceptive as the one that had ruined Ning Ze.

Goodness, before she even had time to approach them, they had come knocking on her door instead.

That Mr. Bi had stirred up fabricated news to create chaos, and now they sneaked in like timely rain—a truly sinister tactic.

If she were an ordinary person, she might have fallen for it in a panic.

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But now… Ji Fanxing picked up the hotel phone.
“Please tell Mr. Bi that I won’t meet him.”

In the grand lobby of Huangting Hotel, Bi Deng sat smugly, determined to succeed on this trip.

Although there had been a minor setback, Ji Fanxing’s public opinion had plummeted exactly as he planned. Yesterday she had been raised to the heavens; today she was cast down to hell.

Anyone would panic; before she could fully react, she naturally wouldn’t reject his outstretched hand.

Moreover, things hadn’t yet reached their worst. After signing Ji Fanxing and conducting a brief image clean-up, this prodigy could be immediately utilized.

His plan was truly—brilliant, brilliant indeed.

At that moment, a hotel staff member approached Bi Deng.

Still basking in his pride, Bi Deng stood and said, “Let’s go. Show me the way.”

The staff member froze at his attitude, causing Bi Deng some displeasure. “Why are you standing there? Take me to Ji Fanxing right now. Don’t waste my time.”

What a fool—am I your servant?

The staff member kept a polite smile but rolled her eyes inwardly.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Miss Ji does not wish to see you.”

“What?! Impossible!” Bi Deng was shocked and raised his voice unconsciously.

“Sorry, sir, this is a public place. Please keep your voice down,” the attendant politely reminded him to mind his manners.

Feeling tricked, Bi Deng grew angry. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

A security guard nearby sensed trouble and approached the staff. Without anger, his presence was imposing. The staff continued, “Mr. Bi, is there anything else?”

Facing the tall, burly guard, Bi Deng’s arrogance was halved. He was a thinker, not one for brute force.

Before leaving, he glared fiercely upstairs.
“Hmph, little brat, if you’re ungrateful, don’t blame me!”

A child unloved by parents—who else but me would help you?

No sooner had he spoken than on the large screen of the mall beside the hotel, a public service advertisement caring for rare disease patients began playing.

Passersby looked up and saw it was produced and broadcast by the official television station.

At the same time, the ad played on buses, subways, elevators, major TV stations, and various mobile app splash screens.

Across the entire Long Kingdom, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions, saw and heard Ji Fanxing’s gentle singing streaming softly, as if touching the most tender place in the heart.