Next, netizens' eyes evolved into microscopes, staring at every female celebrity who passed in front of the camera on the screen, until the very last one.
Jiang Cuo, wearing a burgundy fishtail dress, slowly walked in front of the camera. Her cool temperament, alluring red lips, and sexy fishtail dress created a striking contrast.
Netizens were all breathtakingly beautiful, like a fox that was already extremely beautiful, but H Wen never bothered to seduce people, so her temperament was noble and elegant, as if no one could reach her.
However, it seems I've never seen this person in the entertainment industry before.
Netizens are incredibly fast at uncovering information; it didn't take long for someone to discover that this is Jiang Cuo, the president of Buwangchuxin Entertainment, who recently returned to China. He is a rising star who has returned from abroad, and according to insiders, he reportedly holds important resources.
Most netizens are swooning over the idol, but some people seem to have eyes like microscopes, spotting everything immediately.
"Sisters, does anyone else feel that the lipstick shade worn by Jiang Cuo, the CEO of Never Forget the Original Intention Entertainment, seems somewhat similar to the lip print color on the inside of the collar of Su Qianqian, the CEO of Weicuo Entertainment?"
Netizens were immediately in an uproar.
"Holy crap! You know what. It seems to be true. There are very few people who can pull off this lipstick. Only people with skin so white it reflects light can look twice as good in it. And the color of this lipstick is very unforgiving. If you're not good-looking, it's a complete disaster."
"Sisters, I'm coming clean right now. I'm going to watch the live stream replay later to see if anyone else is wearing this lipstick shade."
"The truth is out, everyone. I just checked, and this lipstick is a collaboration with a brand. The only person qualified to have this lipstick today is Jiang Cuo, the president of Never Forget the Original Intention Entertainment. Only Jiang Cuo is the brand's spokesperson."
"Wait, what shocking news is this? So where is Jiu Cuo?"
"Has no one seen the once-popular 'The Mistake of Love'? It was about Su Qianqian and Jiang Cuo during their university years. I heard they were together back then. Could they be a couple?"
However, after Jiang Cuo went abroad, Qianqian's "Wrong Love" became a nonsensical story, attracting widespread criticism and gradually losing popularity.
"Holy crap, that's practically solved the case! Now it's time for photos. Everyone, look! Jiang Cuo and Su Qianqian are standing in the far corners on both sides. Logically speaking, they are both the most powerful CEOs, so how could they not be standing in the middle? It's like they're deliberately avoiding suspicion."
And look at Su Qianqian's eyes, they're so cold! Could it be that they've broken up and are exes? My god, this is explosive news! I'm sure it'll be trending tomorrow.
Because of Su Qianqian and Jiang Cuo, the live stream suddenly became the most popular, attracting many netizens who came to watch, and the barrage of comments was flooded with millions of messages.
The live stream was in real time, and when other entertainment companies saw the rumor, they looked at Su Qianqian and Jiang Cuo with meaningful expressions.
Lu Rong frowned slightly, looking up at Su Qianqian's shirt collar. The shirt collar was bent with two sides facing inward, which was essentially a blind spot. Even if you looked down carefully, you wouldn't see it, and it would be difficult for others to notice unless they were at a specific angle.
Attentive netizens then raised questions: "Wait a minute, did anyone notice? The charity gala was broadcast live the whole time, and there were cameras everywhere. If there was time to press a lip print, you would need a special location."
"Insider information, insider information! My cousin is a temporary staff member hired for the charity gala. I heard that someone saw Jiang Cuo, the president of Never Forget the Original Intention Entertainment, coming out of the private VIP reception room of Su Qianqian, the president of Weicuo Entertainment."
"Holy crap, is this really that explosive? I swear on my 30 pounds of fat, they'll definitely be trending on social media tomorrow, and someone will definitely be looking for the time they disappeared."
Thanks to Su Qianqian and Jiang Cuo, the charity gala reached number one in popularity, and the organizers gained significant traffic. This was a result they were happy to see.
Lu Rong was already considering how to clarify the matter or reduce the heat as quickly as possible.
However, Lu Rong was scrolling through his phone, looking at online comments.
Although Jiu Cuo went unnoticed, a small number of her fans continued to support her on the charts. It seems that this incident did not affect Jiu Cuo, which is a good thing for the company.
As for Jiang Cuo, she still needed to see Su Qianqian's attitude.
...
After the party ended, Lu Rong told Su Qianqian everything.
Jiu Cuo has been immediately sent back to the film crew to avoid giving others cause for criticism.
Su Qianqian sat in the black luxury car, turned up the collar of her shirt, and sure enough, she saw a bright red lipstick mark that was not easy to spot. She looked out the window into the dark night and pondered.
Jiang Cuo must have done it on purpose.
"Mr. Su, there's a black sedan following us." (Lu Rong)
Su Qianqian: "Shake them off."
Lu Rong immediately stepped on the gas, "Okay, Mr. Su, I'll take a detour and avoid those media."
But the car behind was in hot pursuit, and its driving skills were also top-notch. No matter how remote the road was, it would keep within 10 meters and not be left behind.
Seeing that they had shaken off the paparazzi and were no longer followed by the media, Lu Rong drove to a middle school, where there was usually no one around at night.
"President Su, the people behind us have been following us the whole time."
“I know, it’s Jiang Cuo.”
"President Su, what should we do about today's public opinion? Should we suppress tomorrow's trending topics?"
Su Qianqian remained silent, and Lu Rong continued, "The company has just begun to show promise and definitely needs attention. Moreover, President Su, you don't have a distinct persona. Although the name of Jiu Cuo has been established, it's mostly due to President Su abandoning her ex-girlfriend and turning to promote a new actress. Right now, everyone's attention is focused on President Su and Jiang Cuo. If we forcefully suppress this, I think it will be detrimental to our company's image and traffic."
Su Qianqian tapped her fingers on the car window frame and said coldly, "Pull the car over."
"Okay, Mr. Su."
Su Qianqian's car stopped, and the black car following behind naturally stopped as well. Wang Sisi's heart was racing the whole way, and she was shifting between the accelerator and the clutch at an absurdly fast pace.
She never expected that the person she fell in love with at first sight would also be such a good driver; she seemed to like him even more now.
"Mr. Jiang, the car in front has stopped."
Jiang Cuo's throat bobbed, and an unreadable emotion surged in his eyes. "Pull over to the side of the road after her."
Seeing Su Qianqian get out of the car and wait by the roadside, Jiang Cuo also got out of the car. It was midnight, and there was no one around the school except for a newspaper and novel shop that seemed to have forgotten to close and was still open. There was a row of old-fashioned mirrors with tacky prints on the back.
The vendor, still half-asleep, seemed to be awakened by the sound of a car braking sharply. He groggily realized it was getting dark and decided to pack up his stall.
Su Qianqian leaned against the luxury car, and after Jiang Cuo got out, she looked up with a slightly cold gaze.
"President Jiang, you really have a clever mind."
The novel vendor, who was in a daze, suddenly saw two beautiful women appear two meters away from him and immediately became alert.
Jiang Cuo looked somewhat aggrieved. "Doesn't Su Su know what I want?"
Jiang Cuo's body felt weak, and her steps were unsteady. Her exquisite face was breathtakingly beautiful, like a beautiful fox who had finally lowered her guard to seduce someone.
Su Qianqian's throat bobbed, her gaze darting away, but she quickly composed herself and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips. "I don't like being schemed against or used by others. Jiang Cuo, do you always think you're right?"
That's because I used to be tolerant; my love could encompass you, so nothing you did was wrong in my eyes. But that doesn't mean you were always right.
"You were the one who chose to leave back then. You were the one who didn't want this love. You have no right to lament its disappearance now. You personally wielded the knife and severed our past."
There was a hint of urgency in Jiang Cuo's eyes, as if she wanted to explain something, but her red lips moved and she ultimately gave up.
Seeing Jiang Cuo's expression, Su Qianqian knew that Jiang Cuo did not agree, and planned to give a more realistic example.
Su Qianqian saw a row of mirrors on the newspaper stand, took a few steps forward, picked one up at random, and then threw it in front of Jiang Cuo.
“Jiang Cuo, look, our relationship is like this mirror. Two years ago, it was smooth and flawless, but two years later it shattered. It fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Do you think a shattered mirror can be put back together? Who do you think threw this mirror on the ground?”
Jiang Cuo's chest began to ache again, and he felt that he could not breathe properly and his vision was blurry.
The glass mirror was shattered all over the ground, with many small shards of glass broken into tiny pieces.
Jiang Cuo lowered his head and remained silent.
Su Qianqian was telling her that a broken mirror cannot be mended.
Jiang Cuo clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, trying to use physical pain to cover up the bitterness in his heart.
Seeing Jiang Cuo with his head down and silent, Su Qianqian gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Jiang Cuo, you should think carefully about whether you've been clinging to me because of the disparity in our past, or whether you've truly repented and realized you've fallen in love with me. If you've really fallen in love with me, then I'll find it laughable."
After Su Qianqian finished speaking, she got into the car and left without any hesitation.
Jiang Cuo was left alone in the cold wind of the night.
like?
Why does everyone talk about love, but what exactly is love?
The small vendor, watching the dramatic unfold like a soap opera, was so agitated he was practically screaming inside.
Only after Su Qianqian left did he realize that it was his own mirror that had been smashed.
"Hey, that guy hasn't paid yet... The car is so expensive, the clothes are so expensive, how come he hasn't even paid for the mirror?"
Wang Sisi stood not far away, unsure whether she should go forward or what to say. She even felt that no one could comfort Jiang Cuo, who was heartbroken.
She was shocked when she learned about Jiang Cuo and Su Qianqian's relationship. She only met Jiang Cuo after he went abroad. Seeing his aloof demeanor, she didn't think he was troubled by love. So, everyone kept their distance from Jiang Cuo at first, thinking they were not the same kind of people.
But Jiang Cuo was just too outstanding. He had exceptional abilities and a natural leadership aura that always made people unconsciously submit to and trust him.
The small vendor was extremely distressed. The beautiful woman in front of him, wearing a fishtail skirt, seemed to have no pockets. Did she have any money in her pockets?
What kind of nonsense is this, so late at night?
"That person's gone. How about you settle the bill for the mirror? Three dollars..."
No sooner had the peddler finished speaking than the beautiful woman in front of him, who looked like a celestial being, bent down and picked up each shard of mirror with her fair fingers, placing them one by one in her palm.
Her actions seemed almost self-destructive; she disregarded the dust that had settled on her expensive fishtail dress and her exquisite wavy hair, as she crouched down, carefully searching for shards of glass, her hair already touching the ground.
Moreover, her delicate, fair fingers meticulously picked at every corner of the cracks in the floor tiles, as if she didn't want to miss any tiny shard of glass, hoping to restore the broken mirror to its original pristine state.
The vendor was shocked. "How about... I don't take your money? It's not that bad."
Wang Sisi couldn't stand it anymore, so she pulled out a hundred yuan from her pocket. The vendor slunk away, quickly packed up his stall, and left.
Jiang Cuo's left hand was covered with shards of mirror. The shards were sharp, and his fingertips were cut in several places. The last piece, about half the size of his little finger, was stuck in the crack of the floor tiles. Jiang Cuo tried to pick it up with his fingers, but the sharp corner of the mirror dug into his tender fingertip. He ignored it and stubbornly dug out the last piece of mirror, placing it in his palm. He then picked up the outer shell of the mirror and carefully protected it in his arms, as if it were a precious treasure.
Blood immediately gushed from between his fingers, but Jiang Cuo managed a bitter smile.
It turns out that the physical pain was so minimal.
The pain in my heart was unbearable, like something gnawing at my bones.
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Chapter Seventy-One
"President Jiang, it's getting late. Tomorrow we need to meet with the heads of several other companies to finalize the selection of trainees."
Wang Sisi walked to Jiang Cuo's side and whispered to him, "Mr. Jiang, the dress you're wearing is a collaboration with a brand, and you need to return it to them."
Jiang Cuo looked at the shards of glass in his palm, paused, and then slowly said, "From now on, if any high-end brands want to collaborate, we require that every garment they send be a free gift; otherwise, we will not cooperate with them."