So far, no one has noticed that they have changed personnel; it's just that the general consensus is that Yan Sheng's personality is a bit more lively.
As Yan Shenyu scrolled down, he came across a Weibo post that insulted him.
@DucksGoToDie: "@YanShenyu said that you didn't appear on camera because you weren't in good condition. I think you're afraid to be in the same frame as Yan Sheng because you're ugly, right? Yan Sheng is flawless from every angle on variety shows, while you only dare to be active in two-dimensional space, and you frantically edit your photos."
Some netizens couldn't stand it and retorted in the comments. The haters then started to defend themselves, and the two groups argued back and forth, filling the screen with long, drawn-out posts.
As a public figure, Yan Shenyu was already immune to this level of trash talk. He was about to exit the webpage when a new reply popped up in the topic box.
Yan Sheng actually tagged the ID that insulted him and even left a comment and reposted it: "Even if it's ugly, it's a million times more beautiful than your soul."
Yan Shenyu raised an eyebrow, surprised that Yan Sheng would actually speak up for him, and her reply was... indescribable. He realized that Yan Sheng really couldn't argue anymore.
Yan Shenyu logged into Weibo and reposted Yan Sheng's comment, adding the message: "Thank you, brother—"
Shortly after, another live stream began.
At 3 PM, Wei Yiming appeared in the program's live broadcast room, and fans' comments instantly filled the room.
The live stream was impeccable; Wei Yiming is a very experienced artist, and the broadcast was handled by a professional team, so there were no major flaws. However, it did feel somewhat... bland. Even a few seemingly unrelated incidents showed signs of being pre-planned.
Yan Shenyu watched half of it and found it boring, so he turned off the live stream.
At 4 PM, Wei Yiming's debut live stream ended.
"How was the result?" Wei Yiming got off the treadmill, his body covered in glistening sweat.
The agent next to him was looking at the live stream data on various platforms on a tablet and said with satisfaction, "Very good. It's been featured on the homepage of various platforms, and the fan feedback is also great."
"Thank you all for your hard work. I'll treat you to dinner tonight." After saying this, Wei Yiming unscrewed a bottle of sports drink that he endorses and took a sip.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the staff next to him couldn't help but exclaim with starry eyes, "Brother Ming is so handsome!"
“Yeah, yeah,” another female employee chimed in, “He’s so nice to his employees, waaaah! I want to be the water in his hands!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Yiming, who was drinking water in the distance, suddenly turned his head and glanced at her.
"Shh, don't say anything, or someone might hear you."
"Huh? Really? I was speaking very softly."
The next moment, a man next to Wei Yiming walked towards them—Wei Yiming's cousin, special assistant Wei Chengwei.
"Holy crap?! Assistant Wei is here! Is he going to warn us?"
"It can't be that bad... Don't be nervous, it's definitely not."
While they hesitated, the man had already walked up to them, and said kindly, "You two have worked hard. These are drinks that Brother Ming gave you."
The two girls looked at each other, seemingly unable to believe that things had taken such a turn for the better. They accepted the drinks and thanked each other repeatedly.
The staff left one by one, leaving only the assistant and agent in the large living room.
Wei Yiming: "Are all the cameras turned off?"
"It hasn't started yet," the agent said. "I told the staff that there won't be a live broadcast on the first day."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yiming, who had just been smiling, instantly changed his expression. He threw the water in his hand aside and said with disgust, as if throwing away some kind of trash, "Disgusting. Two ugly women dare to covet me. Even pigs have more self-awareness than them."
“Exactly,” the assistant quickly chimed in, “These staff members these days are so clueless. How could they possibly have any ideas about our Brother Ming?”
"All sorts of monsters and demons are trying to associate themselves with me," Wei Yiming said coldly, pulling out a wet wipe to clean his hands. "What's going on with Yan Sheng? Wasn't it said she'd already been drugged? Why was she still livestreaming this morning?"
The assistant's heart tightened, and she quickly said, "I don't know either. Maybe it was some kind of makeup, or maybe it was photoshopped out with special effects. But the medicine did work. Yan Sheng went to the hospital today, and I heard from the director's team that Group D hasn't had any footage these past two days, so she must be recovering from her injury."
"Hmph, he got lucky this time," Wei Yiming said coldly. "Take care of the person who did it, so Yan Sheng doesn't get any leverage against him."
"Don't worry, I've already dealt with him. No one can trace us here." Wei Chengwei had been Wei Yiming's assistant since he was still at Yu Chun Media, and he had seen all sorts of ups and downs in the entertainment industry. He was already quite experienced in dealing with a newcomer.
“There’s just one thing I don’t understand,” Wei Chengwei asked again, “Yan Sheng is just a newcomer, why go to such lengths to deal with him?”
“Even newcomers grow into veterans one day,” Wei Yiming said calmly. “If we wait until they’ve matured before dealing with them, the price we’ll have to pay will be much higher.”
His assistant, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words, asked with some surprise, "You think highly of Yan Sheng?"
“No,” Wei Yiming shook his head and smiled coldly, “I just won’t let anyone who has the opportunity to threaten me get away with it.”
“I don’t care what you do,” the agent, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. She had big, wavy hair, wore a pencil skirt and pointed high heels, and had a stern and indifferent expression. “But don’t give anyone any leverage against you.”
Wei Yiming's expression softened slightly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
"If you ask me, we shouldn't have messed with Yan Sheng. His family has a powerful background. If he finds out... um..." The words of reprimand were cut off by his lips.
Wei Yiming, shirtless, pressed himself against Li Zhongwei and forcefully sealed her lips with his until they were both panting. Then he released her and said in a hoarse voice, "I know you're worried about me, but in all these years, have you ever seen anyone turn their life around after I've done it?"
"You're just taking advantage of my soft heart..."
The two quickly became inseparable, with Li Zhongwei gripping the man's lean arm tightly, a large diamond on her left ring finger sparkling brilliantly.
The assistant beside him was already used to it and silently closed the door and left.
...
That evening, the variety show "Diary of a Rich Family" released an apology statement.
The incident started when fans photographed Yan Sheng going to the hospital, saying that Yan Sheng was disfigured on the first day of the show, and wondered if there was something wrong with the production team.
The news was so shocking that it quickly sparked a discussion online. However, most people didn't believe it, thinking it might be an allergic reaction to spoiled food.
Subsequently, a hospital insider posted Yan Sheng's test report and the cause of her illness, deducing that the incident occurred yesterday.
As online public opinion intensified, Yan Sheng stepped forward to reassure his fans, stating that he was fine and hoped everyone would not worry, adding that the production team had treated him very well and that it was not the production team's fault.
However, the evidence in the test report was too obvious, and fans began tagging the show's official Weibo account on a large scale, hoping for a reasonable explanation.
That same evening, "The Rich and Powerful Observer's Diary" issued an apology statement. The statement was sincere and not only clarified the cause and effect of the incident but also dismissed the employee who "accidentally gave Yan Sheng prop water as normal water due to a work error, causing her to become infected with germs."
Finally, the Yan Sheng facial disfigurement incident ended due to a misunderstanding. The victim received justice, and the perpetrator was punished accordingly. The whole matter seemed to be over.
But Yan Shenyu could tell at a glance that this was not a misunderstanding. Someone was trying to frame Yan Sheng through the program team, but Yan Sheng cleverly avoided the risk.
Moreover, since the other party was willing to let them find the people involved, the evidence must have been completely destroyed long ago.
Why does every variety show have this kind of backstabbing and infighting?
Yan Shenyu rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. Is this the world where 100% of the protagonists are persecuted?
The problem is that this variety show in the original novel didn't have these issues at all. Could it be that the butterfly effect after I transmigrated led to these consequences?
Yan Shenyu: "..."
After reading the announcement again, Yan Shenyu couldn't sit still any longer and went next door to knock on Yan Sheng's door.
Yan Sheng stood at the door, her face swollen, looking even worse than in the morning.
Yan Shenyu frowned: "Why isn't it better at all? Did you take the medicine the doctor prescribed?"
"I used it, and it doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sheng turned her face away, avoiding eye contact. She seemed somewhat unwilling for Yan Shenyu to see her like this.
"It's good that it doesn't hurt," Yan Shenyu asked him. "You saw the production team's apology, right?"
Yan Sheng nodded.
Yan Shenyu: "Who do you think did it?"
"I don't know." Yan Sheng shook his head, his expression unchanged. Anyway, he was already used to a hostile world around him; even without this setup, there would have been other problems waiting for him.
"Then you..." Yan Shenyu paused, hesitating to speak.
Yan Sheng looked up at him coldly: "Is there anything else?"
After a moment of silence, Yan Shenyu shook her head: "It's nothing, you should go to sleep early."
After leaving Yan Sheng's room, Yan Shenyu dialed Jiang Xulin's number.
"Director Jiang, you invited me to join the program team before. Is it too late for me to join now?"
...
The news that Yan Shenyu had joined "The Rich and Powerful Observation Diary" quickly reached the ears of all the guests.
At eight o'clock in the morning, in a large apartment in downtown Beijing, a fit man is jogging in front of the window.
Upon hearing his assistant's words, Wei Yiming raised an eyebrow: "Yan Shenyu?"
The assistant nodded, his expression somewhat mocking: "She's just a nobody internet celebrity. Her fiancé ran away from the wedding a while ago, causing quite a stir. She's probably just trying to ride on her coattails."
Seeing that Wei Yiming remained silent, the assistant quickly added, "Of course, it's also possible that he wanted to stand up for Yan Sheng, but we handled that matter very cleanly. He's just a minor internet celebrity, not worth mentioning."
Wei Yiming glanced down at Yan Shenyu's photo. The man in the photo was dressed simply, with an unassuming face. He looked at the camera with a nonchalant gaze, neither arrogant nor obsequious, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.
People like this who enter the entertainment industry are either carefree playboys or the toughest, most difficult type to deal with.
The risk factor is much higher than that of Yan Sheng, who always has a cold face.
Ironically, they were brothers. Wei Yiming tossed his phone to his assistant, his voice turning cold: "Don't let your guard down. Keep a close eye on him."
...
In Shanghai, on a sunny afternoon, a blond, blue-eyed young man was reading a book in a greenhouse. Behind him was a large flowerbed, with roses in full bloom.
"Another guest?" Fu Shuyu looked up curiously, her expression lively and innocent, like a perfectly proportioned ragdoll cat.
“Yes,” the butler in a tuxedo nodded, “the new guest is named Yan Shenyu, Yan Sheng’s younger brother.”
"That's great," Fu Shuyu smiled sweetly, "It seems I can make a new friend."
His golden hair, bathed in sunlight, resembled light, drifting clouds in the sky.
Should we invite him to the tea party this weekend?
“Hmm…” After hesitating for a moment, Fu Shuyu shook her head, “No need for now, it’s too far for him to come from Beijing. I’ll invite him again when I move to Beijing next week.”
...
In the evening, at a lakeside villa on the outskirts of Beijing, a handsome man with chocolate skin was doing yoga by the lake.
He was wearing short yoga pants, his legs were spread wide in a vertical split, his hips were at the same height, his spine was straight with a slight bend, and his hands were clasped together above his head—this is a standard yoga pose, an advanced Hanumanasana (Monkey Pose).
Thirty seconds later, Xu Yi finished the pose and asked her assistant, "Speak, what's the matter?"
The assistant, a young woman, immediately replied, "The production team has added a new guest, it's...it's..."
"How long have you been following me? Why can't you get rid of your nervousness?" Xu Yi stood up. His pink short yoga pants were stuck at the top of his thighs, outlining his slim waist, long legs, and perky buttocks.
He lowered his eyes to look at his assistant and said calmly, "Who is the guest?"
The assistant, Xiao Xiu, paused for a moment before saying, "Yan Shenyu."