Translator: Yunyi
In China, the law in this area was very weak. Song Jingwan was not very worried, but her mood was more or less affected.
The situation that had been turned around with great difficulty was instantly turned back to its original state.
Her fans and the haters were tearing each other apart.
“I just don’t understand. Why would you accept a plagiarized film? Aren’t you a rich and beautiful person? Is it difficult to get good resources?”
“Her fans are being converted, hehe. Plagiarism leads you down a life of darkness!”
“I haven’t been online for some time. Wow, there are actually people willing to accept plagiarized novels? Tsk, when I saw it was a newcomer, I wasn’t surprised. Miss, let me give you a piece of advice: even if you’re a newcomer, you should still cherish yourself. You can’t throw away your values just for the sake of fame. This matter will accompany you for your entire life and become a stain against your name!”
“Have you people in the comment section had enough? That incident had only been spread for a bit, but there was no news after that. Moreover, there was no evidence. If you want to scold the author, just scold her. Why did you come after Wanwan? Isn’t she a victim too?”
“Exactly. Are you trying to take advantage of Wanwan because you saw that she’s getting famous? If you want to file a lawsuit, why didn’t you do it earlier? Do you want to do it now?”
“What? Does she have to choose an auspicious day to sue a plagiarist? Plagiarism should be punished at all costs! Who cares when she decides to do it? Even if she chooses a bad time when you guys just finished filming, so what? You guys deserve it! Thieves!”
Bang—
Song Jingwan closed her eyes and threw her phone away.
Knock, knock, knock.
She pursed her lips in shock. “Who is it?”
“Jingwan, what’s wrong?”
It was Song Wenchuan’s voice. There was a trace of concern in his seemingly cold tone.
Song Jingwan yanked the door open, her eyes red as she fell into Song Wenchuan’s arms.
She did not speak, only lowering her head and shedding tears.
The boiling hot tears wet his shirt.
“Why are you crying?”
Song Jingwan shook her head and hung her head, refusing to look at Song Wenchuan. She said hoarsely, “It’s… It’s fine.”
“Really?” Song Wenchuan lowered his eyes. His hands were by his side. He did not take the initiative, but he did not refuse Song Jingwan’s embrace either.
This was his younger sister. He had watched her grow up. He couldn’t be heartless.
However, what happened had happened, and it was impossible to go back to the beginning.
Song Jingwan’s eyes flickered as she nodded lightly. “Really.”
“Is that so?” Song Wenchuan watched as she lowered her head and retreated to the door. He nodded slightly and took a step forward. “I’ll get someone to investigate.”
“Brother, don’t…”
Song Jingwan was startled and quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt. She bit her lips as she held back her tears. “I’ll tell you.”
…
“Yaoyao, the top searches have been removed.”
When Xu Yue called, Song Yaoyao was having a meal with Kang Yuan, along with a few investors.
“Oh?”
Song Yaoyao’s smile slowly disappeared. She spoke softly to Kang Yuan and got up to leave the private room.
Huo Si saw her and used his eyes to ask what had happened. He saw Song Yaoyao raise her hand, gesturing that she was in a call.
“Yeah, the news has all been suppressed. There’s a lot of discussions, but if this goes on, it won’t be able to maintain much heat.”
“Is that so?”
Song Yaoyao leaned against the wall and smiled lightly. “Then they’re quite capable.”
“It wasn’t the crew of Doted Concubine who did it, it was Song Jingwan.”
“Song Jingwan?”
She stroked the phone and raised her eyebrows.
Under the dim light, her porcelain-white face was particularly eye-catching.