Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Large-scale Fan Withdrawal and Retracement Scene
Qingyue’s smile was on the verge of collapsing, his expression turning stiff and awkward.
Asking Duan Wenhu to apologize? These brainless fans are just daydreaming!
Qingyue’s peripheral vision caught Duan Wenhu, and as expected, her face was as dark as if she could eat someone whole.
He was feeling trapped when he suddenly heard Duan Wenhu snap at the fans in a sharp tone: "It’s just a necklace. Buy it or not, up to you. Why so much fuss? And you want me to apologize? Who do you think you are? And who am I? How big is your ego?"
Duan Wenhu thought to herself that she was the CEO of a company, and if she stooped so low as to apologize to these penniless nobodies, people in the industry would laugh their heads off at her.
She’d rather vent her anger on innocent netizens than face humiliation.
"Family, I’m truly sorry. Sister Hui has been overstressed with my issues lately, and her mood hasn’t been the best. I think this state of hers isn’t suitable for being in front of the camera anymore. Let’s end the livestream here today!"
Qingyue rushed to explain and quickly ended the stream. If the broadcast continued, who knew what reckless words Duan Wenhu might hurl at the fans?
"Clean up your own mess. Don’t ask me to join you for livestreams again. It’s utterly tacky, makes me lose face entirely." Duan Wenhu spat a string of complaints at Qingyue.
She’d been having nothing but bad luck recently, and Qingyue seemed like a walking jinx bringing misfortune to her.
No matter how much she adored Qingyue’s face, the series of lousy happenings had worn out her interest.
Now seeing Qingyue’s face only irritated her. She simply kicked him out and sent him back home.
Anyway, she had no intentions of continuing the livestreams, so there was no need to keep Qingyue around.
Qingyue was like a sandwich, caught between two sides—unable to please Duan Wenhu while also upsetting his fans.
Within his dedicated supporter group, the leader fans were already urging him to make a choice.
[Brother Yue, I understand you’re in a tough spot, but a woman like Duan Wenhu is truly suffocating. She might be a successful person, but she’s definitely not good enough for you. Please listen to us and break up with her, okay?]
[Being with her hasn’t brought you any advantages. You couldn’t even land a small role in Director Qin’s movie, which was funded by Hai Chuan Entertainment. If she truly cared about you, she would’ve helped you fight for a role.]
[I’ll leave this here—if you don’t break up with Duan Wenhu, I’ll unfollow you. I simply can’t stand watching you get manipulated by such an arrogant woman anymore.]
One after another, breakup pleas continuously flooded the screen, making Qingyue’s palms sweat from the pressure.
If he didn’t address the fans’ concerns, they would unfollow. But if he caved to their demands, he’d be completely done for with Duan Wenhu.
In short, he couldn’t have both the fish and the bear’s paw; he had to make a decision quickly, or he’d offend both sides.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and chose Duan Wenhu.
Duan Wenhu had power in the industry—anyone who worked in entertainment wouldn’t dare to challenge Hai Chuan Entertainment’s CEO, except for that one exception with Qin Jiaxiang’s movie.
What could fans offer him? Just some empty motivational quotes, but after all these years, they hadn’t elevated his status, and they were so stingy. They couldn’t even shell out a few thousand yuan for a necklace without grumbling incessantly. What good were fans like that?
After weighing the pros and cons, Qingyue posted directly in the fan group: [I’ve spent the most time with Sister Hui, and I know exactly what kind of person she is. You, as outsiders, have no right to judge her. Besides, she’s my girlfriend. I always believed that being my fans meant sincerely blessing us, not climbing onto some moral high ground to criticize Sister Hui. If you can’t accept her, then our connection ends here. Whether you choose to unfollow or not is entirely up to you.]
After responding to the fans, Qingyue didn’t forget to take a screenshot of the chat and send it to Duan Wenhu as a show of loyalty.
Sure enough, Duan Wenhu replied with an unusually cheerful voice message: "Now you’re talking. I didn’t pamper you for nothing, kid."
After sending the voice message, Duan Wenhu opened the screenshot again and took a second look. A mocking smile curled at her lips.
Girlfriend? After spending a few days pretending with Qingyue, he really thought she was serious?
She was bored now—it was time to say goodbye to him.
Qingyue’s fans never expected to be stabbed in the back by the idol they supported. Even after Qingyue left the supporter group, they still couldn’t figure out what they had done wrong.
Was it really so hard to ask Duan Wenhu for an apology?
The deeper the fans’ love ran, the deeper their resentment burned when it was betrayed. Sometimes, the transition from fan to hater happens in the blink of an eye.
[So, we’ve officially been abandoned by Qingyue? He’d rather stay blind and defend Duan Wenhu than treat us fans with respect?]
[God knows how cold I feel right now—I’ve stood by Qingyue from his debut, through his lowest point, and back to his return to the entertainment industry, only to end up like this?]
[Family, don’t hold me back—I’m going evil right now. If Qingyue doesn’t care about a true fan like me, then he surely won’t mind one more hater. Starting today, I’m Qingyue’s chief hater. Anyone who praises him in front of me, I’ll blow up on them.]
For those fans who still held some hope for Qingyue, thinking he’d been blinded by Duan Wenhu, his statement dashed that hope to pieces. They could only conclude that he and Duan Wenhu were two of a kind—equally arrogant, equally dismissive of their fans.
As soon as Qingyue left the supporter group, his fans launched a mass "unfollow and criticize" campaign.
Where once Qingyue’s super-topic page had been filled with his polished photos, station sisters now uploaded raw, unfiltered images.
[Take a good look, everyone. This is what a nearly-thirty-year-old man looks like without filters. Feeling sick yet? I know I am.]
A casual passerby who stumbled upon the raw photos clicked on one, frowned in disgust, and exited almost instantly.
Until now, nobody realized Qingyue’s dark circles and eye bags were so pronounced. He looked like someone who lacked self-restraint, giving off an unpleasant vibe.
In addition to station sisters posting raw images, countless fans compiled his greasiest moments for display, making it hard for anyone to stomach.
Even after venting their frustrations with the campaign, fans still felt stifled. So, they flocked to Sang Ning’s livestream and went wild.
[Sang Ning, is it true that you hit Qingyue? If so, why didn’t you kill him back then?]
[Young and foolish, I didn’t recognize Sang Ning’s value and mistook Qingyue for a gem. I admit I was too harsh on you before. With how insufferable Qingyue is, he deserved that beating.]
[I’ve lost my home. Starting now, I officially support you, Sang Ning. Are you ready to bask in my affection?]