Zhou Yun, of course, did not end up posting that Weibo.
If she took the initiative to post it, there was no doubt, no need to even think about it, she would once again be caught in accusations of "staging her own show" and "clout-chasing."
Her explanations were strained and far-fetched; her face was written all over with schemes; she was not to be trusted.
At nine in the evening, the production team delivered the latest script.
The script was back to normal, everyone’s parts were more or less equal, and it all depended on individual performances. The editing team would cut the footage based on everyone’s performance, whether more or less, mainly depending on how many good shots each contributed and how many could make it into the final cut.
At half-past nine, Zhou Yun came out of the hotel’s gym and bumped into Su Yan on her way back to the room.
Su Yan was dressed neatly with makeup on, looking like she was going to meet someone.
As a celebrity, whenever you go out, you have to look presentable, but to be dressed as if going for a street shoot late at night, if not to meet someone, seemed abnormal.
When the two met, one was expressionless, the other even more so, just like arch-enemies, neither deigning to react to the other, oblivious as if looking at thin air.
Only in the moment when they brushed past each other did Su Yan sneer, "The taste of being kept by a sugar daddy must be quite delightful, huh?"
Zhou Yun grinned and retorted as she looked at Su Yan, "Are you jealous, sister?"
Su Yan’s feigned indifferent face instantly lost control and contorted with rage, "I am nothing like you, so self-degrading."
Zhou Yun: "Then how come you can’t spit out anything nice, like a dog can’t vomit ivory?"
"Heh, I really didn’t see that coming, pretty formidable. Do your fans know about this formidable side beneath your pitiful, Chuchu-like face?" asked Su Yan.
Zhou Yun replied: "I don’t have fans, I’m just very popular, unlike sister, who may not be popular anymore, but still has a lot of loyal fans."
Su Yan’s face was completely filled with rage.
She spat out furiously, "Don’t get too smug here with me, I want to see how long you can stay popular!"
But Zhou Yun did not retaliate with her own biting remark. She gazed tenderly at Su Yan’s face, with eyes as gentle as water, in an expression seemingly as soft as a loving mother’s, yet it revealed blatant pity.
"I never thought about opposing you, but you’ve been attacking me from the start without rhyme or reason. You say I’m being smug?" Zhou Yun stepped closer to Su Yan, gently lifted her smooth, fair chin, and said, "No, I just like to see you flustered and frustrated. The more agitated you get, the more it proves that you care, that what you lack, I have."
"You!" At that moment, Su Yan’s eyes were red with anger.
Zhou Yun took a step back.
"Sister, don’t be too angry. It’s your own body, and you’ve reached an age where you should take care of it."
Zhou Yun walked away with a victorious smile, like an undefeated general.
Su Yan’s face was more gloomy and unsightly than still water.
Around the corner of the hallway, Song Chi was full of surprise; despite finally not opting to change hotels, he never expected to witness such a dramatic scene upon arriving.
That was a Zhou Yun entirely different from the one in front of the cameras—far from gentle, far from sweet—she was fully dominating, trampling over Su Yan with overwhelming superiority, seemingly effortlessly, yet striking a lethal blow to Su Yan.
After a brief moment of surprise, Song Chi felt a strange surge of excitement.
Zhou Yun’s dual personas not only failed to disgust him but, on the contrary, they impressed him.