The Villainess Awakens After Marrying the Male Lead’s Brother - Chapter 68

The atmosphere plunged into an ice-cold silence because of that sentence.

As if they could possibly not like it.

Who on earth would be a screenwriter and not like their own script?

It’s just that the person who wrote it doesn’t acknowledge it, looks down on it, and has no choice but to adapt an already popular novel.

Hu Yucheng’s face went as black as the bottom of a pot, but since this man was his immediate superior, he didn’t dare to speak up.

Director Wang was even more speechless. He didn’t have much say in the matter to begin with—after all, in this circle, aside from a few famous directors, how many have real clout? Besides, he wasn’t even a contracted director of this company.

The not-so-popular second male and second female leads were both blushing and embarrassed.

Their company could only, for the time being, secure original works like this one that were pretty good, had a fanbase, and a decent team. After all, this project was with Xiangtian Entertainment and had an A-level script—but Xiangtian Entertainment wasn’t short on money, and A-level scripts were highly sought after.

So I thought I could use this to give them more screen time, so they’d at least get some face time.

Ye Xiangtian didn’t care about their reactions. As the real owner of the company, he had the privilege to act as he pleased. After venting for a bit, he decisively said, “Send out the notice. Push back the start of filming. I’ll handle the rest.”

Producer Liu turned green, but didn’t dare argue too openly. He weakly said, “President Ye, this drama isn’t just ours. There’s Qingye Entertainment, Cherry Entertainment…”

We can’t really have their artists just doing cameo duty, can we?

Ye Xiangtian lazily lifted his eyes: “Oh, how much did they give you?”

Producer Liu: “!!!”

Hearing that, Producer Liu instantly caved, quailing like a quail: “Okay, okay, I’ll notify them right away, postponing the shoot.”

Seeing him cooperate, Ye Xiangtian felt a bit satisfied, then turned to Wen Yu and forced out a dry smile: “…Don’t tell him about this!”

Wen Yu was puzzled: “You mean…?”

Before she could finish, Ye Xiangtian was already wearing a stern expression and said, “It’s enough that you know. By the way, there’s no need to cancel the contract; the script will be changed back. You’ll definitely be satisfied. Don’t worry, I’ll make you see that Xiangtian Entertainment is better than Jiangshang Entertainment!”

After speaking, he briskly raised his hand to signal, “Alright, I’m going to work now. You two, please.”

Wen Yu: “???”

She and Sister Liu looked at each other. Both had originally resolved to terminate the contract and not take this insult, but now the situation kept changing…

Under Ye Xiangtian’s slightly pleading gaze, she still nodded: “Alright.”

Wen Yu went downstairs with Sister Liu. Ye Xiangtian breathed a sigh of relief and even saw her to the company gate. Watching her get into the car, he exhaled deeply, turned away with a sullen face, and went back into the office.

He had been about to hand over the script as well, intending for Jiang Yunyan to read it—after all, his company had been successful at promoting talent, and the films they produced were all profitable.

But it collapsed before it even began.

It made him furious!

No wonder the show’s reviews have been mediocre lately. They promoted the actors and still made plenty of money, but the word of mouth was poor — probably related to the way those people behaved.

Good thing Jiang Yuyan’s little wife agreed not to file a complaint!

  ——

On the car, Wen Yu thought for a moment and still sent Jiang Yunyan a message: “Do you know Ye Xiangtian?”

Soon he replied, Jiang Yunyan: “I do.”

What happened?

Wen Yu thought of Ye Xiangtian’s request, avoiding what was happening at the company: “It’s nothing. How are things between you two?”

Then Wen Yu received a voice message.

When she opened it, the man’s familiar voice sounded even deeper than in reality; Wen Yu instantly recalled last night, that voice had been whispering her name in her ear.

Her cheeks warmed, she was momentarily dazed, and didn’t catch the beginning of what was said.

She had no choice; she opened it again.

Then she understood the feud between the two.

Ye Xiangtian was two years younger than him, but could still be considered of the same generation, raised on stories much like Xiao Qiyan and the others—people who had grown up hearing about his deeds.

Jiang Yunyan had always been the ideal child in other households; many parents liked to compare their kids to him, hoping that “other people’s children” would motivate their own.

Some people choose to join what they can’t beat, like Xiao Qiyan; others remain unconvinced, like Ye Xiangtian.

It happened that Jiang Yunyan had entered the entertainment industry alone to start a company as practice, and Ye Xiangtian’s family happened to own an old company, though it was on the decline.

So he chose to reorganize it, renaming it after himself and directly challenging Jiang Shang Entertainment in the ring.

Of course he didn’t lose his mind just to deal with Jiang Yunyan; he simply seized opportunities during development to undermine the other side whenever he could—snatching investments, poaching artists, and so on.

He also truly had the ability to make Xiangtian Entertainment flourish, but Jiang Yunyan pulled out early to return and inherit the family business.

He resented it deeply—he was convinced that the last car accident and Xiangtian Entertainment pushing the topic to the top of the trending charts were all done intentionally by them.

She knew things weren’t like that, but sometimes, well, she just had to.

She wanted to see Jiang Yunyàn make a fool of himself.

Wēn Yú realized then: the person who handed over such a script probably wanted her to see it, to show that his company was better than Jiang Shang’s — or rather, for whatever Wēn Yú said to reach Jiang Yunyàn’s ears, that would be enough.

He just hadn’t expected the team below to be unreliable; seeing she probably wasn’t a big name and it was her first time as a lead, they couldn’t help but probe. With several parties cooperating, one side wanted to boost their own newcomer’s exposure, and the others did the same.

If things continued like this, only the lead actor’s scenes could be tampered with.

Moreover, Wen Yu’s backing was Jiangshang Entertainment. She guessed those people might think the two companies weren’t on friendly terms, and even if something really happened, Xiangtian Entertainment wouldn’t be intimidated.

That’s why they dared to probe again and again.

Who could have imagined the situation wasn’t at all what they thought. Ye Xiangtian was clearly narcissistic and proud; even in competition he wouldn’t stoop to such petty tricks. Instead, he would find it humiliating for a subordinate to do something like that—especially humiliating in front of Wen Yu.

But the one who benefited was Wen Yu; Ye Xiangtian was willing to step in and sort things out, so the situation was probably much better than imagined.

The quality of a drama cannot be blamed solely on the screenwriter.

Every company wants to promote their people, the screenwriter has their own ideas, the director might have their own intentions, and then there’s the producer side.

With all those factors, in order to present a good result, a balance must ultimately be struck.

Wen Yu didn’t mind them adding a bit more drama, but it couldn’t damage the main storyline.

Beyond that, she really hated that god-tier filming style of turning every drama into a saccharine rom-com.

If the final outcome from Ye Xiangtian’s side left her unsatisfied, she would definitely break the contract.

But for now, this was fine too; it would free up more time for her to rest.

  ——

After leaving Xiangtian Entertainment, Wen Yu and Sister Liu went to have a meal first; it was nearly one in the afternoon, almost time for the fan meeting to start.

The two of them hurried over, and by then a hundred fans were already waiting inside.

Because Wen Yu was not short of money and this hotel belonged to her family, everything was arranged perfectly: the air conditioning was cranked up, there were platters of fruit and other snacks for them to nibble on, and the atmosphere was very comfortable. As a result, the group of fangirls were very happy.

Wen Yu also hid backstage and secretly listened in on what they were talking about.

The feeling was truly strange. In her previous life, she could never have imagined that one day so many people would like her.

Because it was a meet-and-greet, many people signed up.

Even if the venue was hundreds or thousands of kilometers from where they lived, they still came eagerly, just to see her for a few hours.

“This is the first time I’ve chased a celebrity by only spending the cost of a plane ticket.”

“Same here. The idol I followed before cost so much. Xiao Yu really doesn’t cost much—she doesn’t have many endorsements, boohoo…”

“The first time I wanted to spend money and had nowhere to spend it — Little Yu is really great!”

Suddenly a little girl pointed at someone’s phone screen: “Wow, how do you have this set of photos?”

Another person said proudly, “I paid someone to take them, sob sob, Little Yu is really so beautiful! This photo isn’t edited; the edited one looks like this…”

“There are still so many shows that haven’t aired. What I want most is a photo of Little Fish the fox spirit — that’s a fox spirit! It must be super beautiful!”

“I don’t have one either. Even the proxy photographers can’t get a shot!”

Several girls huddled together, chattering and complaining. Suddenly one of them said, “I have one!”

Immediately she became the center of attention; everyone gathered around to look, and, stunned by its beauty, cried out, “So pretty!”

“This is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous! Please let me use this face in my next life, thank you!”

After watching, everyone started clamoring for her to post it in the group.

The young woman hesitated, reluctant to part with it, but shared it anyway. Seeing the flood of excitement in the chat, she felt particularly satisfied. “Actually, I sneaked this while I was on set as an extra. Don’t post it online, though—I’d hate for Director Lu to get the wrong impression of Xiaoyu…”

At that, someone suddenly asked, “Does Xiaoyu actually have a boyfriend?”

The young girl looked puzzled: “I don’t know. I only did a couple of days as an extra, then I left.”

“Hey hey hey! There’s news, check Weibo!” someone cried out.

Even in the noisy hall it sounded especially loud.

Everyone immediately bowed their heads to look at their phones.

The eavesdropper Wen Yu also quickly took out her phone to check.

What news?
But it must be about herself.

Wen Yu opened it and saw that the top trending topic on Weibo was indeed her; the related tag was—#WenYu, YeXiangtian#
Wen Yu: “?”

Just standing by the company gate for a moment, and already photographed?

Ridiculous.

Am I that famous now?
Wen Yu was indeed a bit stunned; although she usually paid some attention, she really hadn’t thought she’d become famous enough to have to be on guard against paparazzi every moment.

And this can still turn into a scandal?

She clicked into the trending topic and saw a marketing account’s video—

The video showed her entering Xiangtian Entertainment, then the footage cut to him escorting her out, the car door being opened by Ye Xiangtian.

That didn’t seem like much.

But then it got outrageous.

The video changed to another image — unmistakably the photo from yesterday when Jiang Yunyan came to pick her up. But that picture only showed his back; as Sister Liu had told her yesterday, there was no face.

Yet now the vlogger actually compared the two images: the same white shirt, the same black dress pants, the same broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted build…

The final conclusion — this might be the same person.

Wen Yu: “???”

Wen Yu looked completely puzzled.

Of course, the gossip account didn’t say much either—perhaps they were afraid of the people behind Wen Yu. They only praised Ye Xiangtian’s good attitude, suggesting that maybe they’d collaborate more deeply in the future.

But now, every onlooker was battle-hardened and immediately made a reasonable guess — Wen Yu’s mysterious boyfriend might be Ye Xiangtian.

This made things even more exciting.

Everyone knew that Jiangshang Entertainment was backing Wen Yu; if she was involved with the rival boss, what would Jiangshang Entertainment’s stance be?

[That can’t be true, can it? Aren’t those two families/companies at odds with each other?]

[I kept wondering how Wenyu suddenly landed the Xiangtian Entertainment deal — so that’s why.]

[Jiangshang Entertainment: So I’m the big fool here, huh?]

[Oh no, it’s exposed. What will Wenyu do next?]

Wenyu: …..

What was she to do?
She laughed out loud.

She also felt a bit sorry for Jiang Yunyàn.
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Fortunately she glanced further back and saw someone else had noticed too: [These two look somewhat similar in build, but you can still tell they’re different. In the earlier photo the height difference was a bit greater; this one isn’t as big, and…]

Then this comment was replied to: [“Black makes you look slimmer. That photo was taken at night, so the figure looks a bit better, I guess.”]

“Poof!” This time Wen Yu really laughed out loud.

—

But two o’clock arrived soon enough.

The host they’d hired was already warming up the crowd, and it wasn’t long before Wen Yu took the stage. Immediately a hundred fans and several staff members all cheered.

“Xiaoyu is so beautiful!”

“Ahhh, Xiaoyu!”

When Wen Yu made her entrance, she was wearing the little gift dress from the brand she represented; her makeup and styling were on point. She stepped out a white-skinned, lovely beauty, and since this was her event, almost everyone whipped out their phones and began wildly taking pictures of her.

Wen Yu wasn’t very good at handling occasions like this, so the host they’d hired was very experienced — first prompting Wen Yu to greet them, then kicking off with a little game to break the ice between the two sides.

Next came a big giveaway of various items, including signed photos and the like.

Then they played another little game, and it was Wen Yu’s turn to perform the dance she’d been practicing for days.

For the dance she changed into a suitable outfit, and after finishing she switched into the senior sister’s costume from “Becoming You” so fans could get that nostalgic hit.

This segment was all about interaction. Guided by the host, everyone sat down on the floor, forming a big circle and a small circle, with Wen Yu in the middle.

She chatted with her fans.

They voiced the questions they wanted to ask, and Wen Yu answered.

At first everyone asked very serious career-related questions.

Gradually it shifted — for example, how many relationships has Wen Yu had? What kind of dates does she like? Does she curse when playing games?

Until a fan was called on, stood up, stammering and hesitant, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Wen Yu understood: “Are you trying to ask about my romantic life?”

The fans murmured softly, a bit embarrassed, afraid Wen Yu would be angry but genuinely curious. Especially the fan who asked, nodding furiously, holding the microphone and whispering, “We heard Ye Xiangtian has a lot of girlfriends!”

And Wen Yu was still young, afraid of being deceived and suffering losses.

Wen Yu was speechless and said, “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

The fans widened their eyes in surprise.

Wen Yu smiled and said, “Of course I’m not single either.”

She winked at the fans, a hint of mischief on her face: “We’re each other’s first love. He’s great—when he’s around, I don’t get taken advantage of.”

Leaving everything else aside, just what she had received already far exceeded what she had given.

But it was precisely because it was so good that Wen Yu was afraid she would one day become like those two in her memories.

Of course, that didn’t need to be said out loud.

She only needed to calmly acknowledge his existence.

Although a small portion of the fans felt a bit uncomfortable, the ones who had come here and seen their idol were already dazed with excitement, not willing to complain about anything; upon hearing that, they all offered their blessings.

After the chat, they moved on to play games again. This time it wasn’t small group games but a game like “drop the handkerchief,” one everyone could join.

Wen Yu was among them.

She assumed they were all her fans and would never willingly drop her.

As a result, one by one they tagged her out, and when it was Wen Yu’s turn to be caught, they chased after her just as relentlessly. The girls would simply scoop her up in their arms; the boys, not daring to get rough, would just tap her shoulder. In any case, she lost every time.

Wen Yu: No sense of immersion at all.

But the fans were delighted, yelling nonstop: “Ahhhh, Xiaoyu, it’s you again!”

“Xiaoyu, run! Hahaha!”

Wen Yu: “…You bunch of fake fans!”

She was forced, grabbed, tossed, ran, and having already been exhausted last night, her little face was flushed; in the end she had no strength left and sat down halfway: “I’m going to rest for a bit.”

Fans: “Hahaha!”

Everyone was gloating, laughing as they urged Wen Yu to rest for a while.

Suddenly a man sitting in the crowd wearing a support T-shirt lunged toward Wen Yu.

  ——

The man wasn’t far from Wen Yu, only about six or seven meters away. He suddenly moved; no one reacted at first, and in the blink of an eye he was right in front of Wen Yu.

At the same time he shouted, “Xiaoyu! I really like you!”

“Xiaoyu, you are mine—”

His face was contorted, carrying a kind of obsessive excitement, as he tried to touch Wen Yu.

The fans screamed instantly, phones dropped, and they bolted over to stop him.

Wen Yu hadn’t expected this; she was stunned. But the next second when he lunged, she instinctively lifted her leg to kick him. Wearing sneakers made it easy to move—and to strike.

Her foot connected with the man’s face.

She kicked with all her strength.

“Ah!” The thin man screamed miserably, was kicked to the side, and immediately a group of girls ran over and pinned him down. The staff and onlookers like Sister Liu and Xiao Yu quickly rushed in as well.

The two of them helped Wen Yu to her feet, and the staff took the man from the fans, restraining him as he continued struggling, trying to escape.

The fans who couldn’t get forward shouted anxiously, “Xiaoyu, are you okay?”

“Is Xiaoyu hurt?!”

Taking advantage of the crowd, several fans angrily kicked the man a few times in private.

Is he crazy?
The man really did seem insane. Before he had been silently quiet, looking shy and not drawing attention, but now he kept shouting, “Xiaoyu, I really like you—how can you like someone else?”

“You’re an idol only because your fans prop you up—what gives you the right to be in a relationship!”

Some fans, furious, started trading insults with him: “Are you crazy? Xiao Yu never said she was single. Whether she dates or not is none of your business!”

Wen Yu was protected and actually didn’t suffer any real harm; the fear lasted only for that moment. She still had to thank the skills she’d honed during earlier stunt work—joining Director Lu’s crew had involved a lot of fight scenes, and over those three months she’d picked things up. Her reflexes were really quite good.

She wasn’t hurt.

She shook her head: “I’m fine.”

But her voice wasn’t loud enough for the noisy venue, so Sister Liu simply had Xiao Yu take Wen Yu backstage first while she went to soothe the fans. As for that person, she scowled, grinding her teeth: “Send him to the police!”

“Yes, send him to the police!”

“I have a recording. Do you need it?”

Sister Liu smiled and soothed the angry fans, having someone take the crazed man away: “Don’t worry, we won’t be lenient. Thank you all. The hotel has surveillance, so there’s no need to be concerned. It’s getting late—shall we call the game over?”

“Alright, we understand.” The fans wouldn’t dare argue.
They said this as they began packing up to leave.

But Sister Liu stopped them. She said, “There’s one last step. You all came from far away; Xiaoyu must treat you to a meal. Wait here a moment—someone will be setting up tables and chairs shortly.”

The fans looked at each other, almost forgetting that detail. They were to be fed before leaving.

Each of them was deeply moved and even more concerned about Wen Yu, who had already gone backstage.

—

Meanwhile, Wen Yu was consoling the very flustered Xiao Yu: “I’m really fine, he didn’t touch me at all.”

“It’s not just that,” Xiao Yu shook his head. “It’s all my fault for not screening properly — I picked a secret lover.”

Wen Yu could only laugh through her exasperation: “Who could have known? I even have a secret lover?”

She said calmly, “Besides, look at my skills — aren’t they impressive?”

Xiao Yucheng nodded honestly: “Impressive.”

If not for Wen Yu not being hurt, she would have felt even worse.

Xiao Yu was anxious: “Are you really not afraid? You could actually go back first. After all, there’s just the last part left. You can let them treat you to a meal; they don’t need you.”

Wen Yu shook her head again: “Really, I’m fine. I’ll go out to greet them and keep them company for a bit. They came all this way—most of the fans I remember took planes or high-speed trains—so we should make sure this meet-and-greet ends on a high note, right?”

Wen Yu insisted strongly; Xiao Yu couldn’t argue and had to give in.

But she still had a makeup artist tidy her up a bit. After playing the game just now, aside from a little sweat and that whole incident, she looked a little disheveled. A little touch-up would stop the fans from worrying.

By the time Wen Yu went out, the staff had just finished arranging the tables and chairs, and the fans were helping out as well. Shortly after, people began bringing out the food.

It was like a banquet: ten people per table, twelve tables in all, including the staff who ate together.

The moment Wen Yu stepped out, all eyes were on her. Fans immediately asked with concern if she was all right, and when she said she was, each of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Until the food arrived.

Only then did it slightly shift their attention.

Wen Yu brightened up and found a place to sit: “Eat, eat, you’ve been tired all day and must be starving—help yourselves!”

“Alright, thanks, Xiaoyu!”

“Little Fish, eat more!”

Here it was lively and everyone began to eat.

At that moment.

The man who had just rushed over from the office upon hearing the news also arrived at the entrance to the banquet hall on the second floor.

At this moment the banquet hall doors were tightly shut, with snippets of sound leaking through the cracks—clearly lively, lots of people, all her fans.

So… the meet-and-greet hadn’t ended yet.

The man’s thick brows furrowed slightly, and his hand hesitated as he pushed the door.

She ended up choosing to make a phone call.

When Wen Yu picked up, she heard the man ask in a deep voice, “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

“No.” Wen Yu said with a smile, moving to the side with the phone. “Was it Sister Liu who told you?”

“Mm.” He replied softly. Even though he already knew the details, he still wanted to hear it from her own mouth; getting that answer put him at ease. “Then you carry on—”

He was halfway through speaking when his words were suddenly cut off.

Wen Yu heard someone on the other end of the phone ask, “Sir, excuse me, are you also a Xiaoyu fan?”

“Is there an e-invitation? Otherwise you can’t go in…”

“No.” Jiang Yunyan’s voice grew colder, distant and indifferent, with a faint hint of grievance. He said, “I’m not going in.”

Wen Yu quickly glanced toward the gate, his eyes full of surprise and shock.

He came?!

Because of their fan meet, the banquet hall doors were tightly closed.

She couldn’t see what was outside, but Wen Yu seemed to be able to imagine it: the tall man just beyond the door, his head slightly bowed as he coldly finished those two sentences, his thin lips pressed tight, and his eyes dim.

She really hadn’t given him an invitation card.

Wen Yu found it somewhat funny, but she couldn’t actually laugh; instead, a strange aching swelled in her chest.

Until she sensed the man on the phone seemed about to leave.

Wen Yu felt an indescribable tightness in her chest and hurriedly shouted, “Big brother, stop!”