Chapter 257: Chapter 254: Just One Person Could Take Her Life
He reached over and touched her forehead, muttering, “Is the fever-reducing medicine really that potent…”
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian immediately pulled her hand away, her pale little face all serious, “I’m serious.”
At that moment, Director Li Xun withdrew his gaze, his eyes flickering slightly, finally raising his hand to touch the tip of his nose:
“Everyone, let’s not worry about the reason right now, okay? It’s useless. Calling Miss Fang a criminal, really thinking you are Superman who saves the world. Can the police save you once someone sues you?”
As he spoke, he resumed speaking earnestly:
“Since the crew hasn’t been here long, why not just go back to the original plan and let Feiyu play the lead actress again, and we reshoot the scenes for our female lead?”
Although she can be capricious at times, her acting skills are passable.
Cheng Dongyuan fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking Wen Xian, “So, where is Fang Zhi now? How has she disappeared?”
“Of course, she was arrested by the police. I personally called them.”
She slowly widened her eyes, looking at Cheng Dongyuan, and then glanced at Li Xun, incredulously asking,
“What do you mean, replace me and let her reshoot as the lead actress?”
She found something funny.
Everyone quieted down momentarily.
Li Xun pulled out a phone, came over, and showed her a video on it, saying helplessly, “I don’t want to say anything. Just look for yourself.”
Wen Xian frowned throughout, taking the phone.
Especially upon seeing the video exposure on the phone, she was attacked and cursed by the entire internet, her face becoming… more ambiguous.
Seeing her expression change, Cheng Dongyuan’s eyes deepened slightly:
“This matter has escalated severely, and the internet is condemning you now, but don’t worry too much, I’ll try my best to find you the best lawyer to solve this issue.”
Even if he was attacked by everyone, he would still choose to help her.
Li Xun instantly held his forehead.
What kind of love potion had Wen Xian given Cheng Dongyuan?
After what she did and the punishment she received, he was still thinking about how to comfort her?
Wasn’t this helping the tyrant?
And as Cheng Dongyuan slowly said this, he continued:
“However, you probably can’t continue shooting the film now. Your incident has also affected the entire crew. Consider it a vacation for yourself, and don’t worry about it for now.”
Indeed, but this wasn’t targeted at her. It was for the sake of the film.
Then, after such seemingly reasonable remarks—
She tossed the phone filled with verbal abuse towards her to one side, her face pale, throat sore, making her response hoarse,
“…Alright, do whatever you like. I don’t want to talk anymore; I’m going to sleep now, please leave.”
Indeed, she had already explained everything.
With that, she lay down.
If being wrong for attacking that psychologically twisted, animal-abusing demon, then fine, she accepted it.
Seeing so many people curse her, did it hurt?
Wen Xian swallowed, her throat still burning.
It was truly unbearable.
She wanted to continue sleeping, sleep on, not wanting to wake up.
Because upon waking, she would face more of reality, the cruelest part, which doesn’t need millions or billions of people to affect her.
Just that one person is enough.
Just one person was enough to take her life.