The Beginning of the Scandal: 32

Of course, Zhou Yun did not post on Weibo in the end.

If she took the initiative to post this on Weibo, there was no doubt that she would once again fall into accusations like "self-directed and acted" or "stealing popularity".

Her explanation was unreasonable. Her face was full of schemes. She was not worth believing.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the production team sent over the latest script.

The script returned to normal. Everyone's scenes were about the same. When the time came, it would depend on their own performance. The production team would edit the scenes according to everyone's performance. Whether there were more or less scenes, it mainly depended on how many good scenes they contributed and how many could be included in the main film.

At half past nine, Zhou Yun came out of the hotel's gym. On the way back to her room, she bumped into Su Yan.

Su Yan was dressed neatly and had makeup on. She looked like she was going to meet someone.

As celebrities, they had to be tidied up when they went out. However, it was late at night, and she was even dressed as if she was going to take a street photo. It was not normal to say that she was not going to meet someone.

When the two of them met, one was expressionless, and the other was even more expressionless. It was as if they were archenemies. They disdained to give each other a reaction and ignored each other as if they were looking at thin air.

The moment the two of them brushed past each other, Su Yan mocked, "The feeling of being kept by a sugar daddy is quite wonderful, right?"

Zhou Yun smiled sweetly and looked at Su Yan. She retorted, "Sister, are you envious?"

Su Yan's feigned cold expression instantly lost control and turned ferocious. "I'm not as self-deprecating as you."

Zhou Yun: "Then why can't you say anything good?"

"Hah, I really couldn't tell. You're quite impressive. Do your fans know that there's such a powerful side to your pitiful face?" Su Yan asked.

Zhou Yun said, "I don't have any fans. I'm just very popular, unlike you, Sister. Although you're no longer popular, you still have many die-hard fans."

Su Yan's face was filled with anger.

She scolded in exasperation, "Stop being smug here. I want to see how long you can become famous!"

However, Zhou Yun did not retort. She gently looked at Su Yan's face. Her eyes were like water, and her seemingly gentle expression revealed unquestionable pity.

"I've never thought of going against you, but you attacked me indiscriminately from the beginning. Do you think I'm being smug?" Zhou Yun took a step in front of Su Yan and gently raised her smooth and fair chin. "No, I just want to see you flustered and exasperated. The more exasperated you are, the angrier you are. It proves that you care more. I have what you don't have."

"You!" Su Yan's eyes turned red from anger.

Zhou Yun took a step back.

"Sister, don't be too angry. Your body is yours. You're already at the age where you need to take care of yourself."

Like a victorious general, Zhou Yun smiled and left.

Su Yan's face was darker and uglier than stagnant water.

At the other end of the corridor, Song Chi's face was filled with surprise. For some reason, he did not choose to change hotels in the end. He did not expect to see such an exciting show the moment he arrived at the hotel.

It was a completely different Zhou Yun from the one in front of the camera. She was not gentle or sweet at all. She had completely crushed Su Yan with an overwhelming advantage. It looked like she had effortlessly defeated Su Yan with a single slash to her throat.

Song Chi was momentarily surprised, but he felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.

Not only did Zhou Yun's two faces not disgust him, but they also made him admire them.