Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 583 - 584, Feng’er, do you really not remember me?

Chapter 583: 584, Feng’er, do you really not remember me?

Facing the onslaught from Weibo’s big Vs, Chu Jin did not respond.

She simply let the event unfold on its own.

The bigger the fuss, the more lively it got.

Original Literature Website V: We are the Original Literature Website, and authors of the Original Literature Website never plagiarize! Therefore, we all believe in you @The Return of the Past.

Editor Linglong V: We are all with you @The Return of the Past.

Actress Qingli V: The first time I read sister’s articles, I was at the lowest point in my life. At that time, I almost couldn’t make it through those years, but it was sister’s words that saved me. Sister, we’re all with you @The Return of the Past.

Seeing these three Weibo mentions of herself, Chu Jin was somewhat surprised. She hadn’t expected that there would be big Vs standing up to support her at such a critical moment. Normally, people would choose to stay out of such issues.

As soon as these three Weibos were posted, they immediately sparked a war of words.

Especially the Weibo from Actress Qingli, which was on the verge of being overrun, netizens furiously criticized Qingli for her distorted values, supporting a plagiarist dog like that.

But Qingli didn’t care, she neither deleted her Weibo post nor closed the comments.

Qingli was a famous first-tier actress. Since her debut, she had always presented herself as a pure and innocent woman. After 7 years of ups and downs in the entertainment industry, she brought countless works to the public and had already amassed a fortune over a billion.

And yet, she suffered from severe depression.

By chance, she came across the works written by The Return of the Past.

Her words became a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the gloom in Qingli’s heart and giving her light and hope. It was The Return of the Past that made her what she is today.

Therefore, Qingli believed that someone capable of writing such words would never stoop to plagiarize.

Qingli was very fond of The Return of the Past. On the day when "Blooms like Brocade" went on pre-sale online, she spent a hefty sum to buy one third of the preordered copies. She planned to donate these over sixty thousand books to libraries around the country so that more people could read The Return of the Past’s words.

To let more people be saved.

Thus, when Qingli saw the ’plagiarism incident’, she didn’t hesitate to trust The Return of the Past.

Even if it meant being at odds with the entire nation, she would stand behind The Return of the Past.

"For my goddess, I’m thinking of checking out The Return of the Past’s work."

"Goddess goddess, I also like Sister The Return of the Past. Seeing your Weibo really got me excited!"

"Actors and dogs, forever and ever."

"How much did the plagiarist pay you?

"Heartbroken for Qingli."

"Qingli we believe in you, and we believe in The Return of the Past."

"Unfollowing decisively!"

"Goodbye unfollow!"

"Fans turn to haters!"

"Qingli, I really like you, but you have disappointed me so much! Goodbye!"

"Disgusting!"

"Utterly disappointed, goodbye!"

This Weibo post, in less than two hours, saw Qingli lose nearly ten million followers.

Plagiarism is a very serious issue.

The values of netizens nowadays are very upright.

It didn’t take long for "Qingli losing followers", "Qingli’s twisted values", and "Qingli and the plagiarist" to climb onto the hot search.

Qingli’s agent was going crazy, making one call after another to Qingli.

"Oh my dear ancestor! You need to delete your Weibo right now! I’m going to call the PR team to handle this immediately, and we’ll say your account was hacked!"

"I’m not going to delete it," Qingli said succinctly.

"Do you understand that you have become the nation’s enemy?"

"Oh," Qingli replied with an air of indifference.

"What do you mean ’oh’?" the agent begged, "My dear ancestor, for my sake, please delete your Weibo, okay? If this keeps up, it will affect your acting career! I’ve already received countless calls from sponsors wanting to terminate their contracts with you!"

"Then I won’t act," Qingli casually said while crossing her legs and stuffing chips into her mouth with a crunch.

The epitome of leisure.

Noticing something amiss in the sound, the agent asked suspiciously, "Are you eating?!"

"Mhm," Qingli replied.

"You’re still in the mood for eating!" the agent was on the verge of insanity, "Goddess, what are you doing eating at a time like this?"

Chewing on chips, Qingli said nonchalantly, "Food is the god of the people."

Agent: "..." He was practically fuming on the other end of the phone!

Qingli hung up the phone with a smile, continuing to munch on chips and scroll through Weibo.

When she saw that entertainers she was usually on good terms with had also quietly unfollowed her, she slightly curled her lips, "Heh, women."

Fake sisterhood.

The most mocking thing was her second Weibo post.

It was from a male entertainer who had posted to wish her a happy birthday.

At that time, she had reposted the male entertainer’s Weibo to express her gratitude.

Now.

The original post had been deleted by the male entertainer.

The repost was completely blank, with only her "Thank You" remaining.

These people were so pragmatic; a small incident occurred, and they were scrambling to distance themselves, afraid of being implicated.

They completely overlooked past relationships.

How ironic.

So, there’s a saying that is very true.

If life doesn’t throw some storms your way, you’ll never know whether the one facing you is a person or a dog.

Qingli’s fans were still unfollowing her.

While she was losing fans, she was also gaining them.

Most of the new fans were crawling over from Chu Jin’s side.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes, and after this incident, some envious artists started hiring internet trolls to smear her.

For a time, Weibo was filled with negative news about Qingli.

The topics basically revolved around allegations like Qingli having plastic surgery, Qingli openly supporting plagiarism, and Qingli sleeping her way to the top.

"Thinking about it is disgusting, I can’t believe I liked you for six years!"

"Actresses and dogs, both are forever."

"It’s not surprising that Qingli supports plagiarism, she has a big problem with her character."

"Lili, don’t be sad, we will always support you."

"Lili, true fans will never leave."

The management company also began to pressure Qingli, stating that if she didn’t delete that Weibo post, they would terminate her contract and ban her permanently.

But Qingli didn’t care at all; she calmly sat next to the computer and reposted the Weibo that accused her of having plastic surgery.

And she responded arrogantly.

Qingli V: Plastic surgery and I still became a star, are you mad? @Striving Youth: Suspected pre-plastic surgery photos of Qingli exposed! [Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture]

Whether it was passersby or Qingli’s fans, when they came across this Weibo, they were all unsettled!

"Lord Lili V587!"

"Hahaha, I want to know the size of the original poster’s psychological shadow!"

"Straightforward as my Lili!"

"Impressed with you and nothing else!"

"Lili, your response is great! It hurts to see you getting slandered."

"Are you happy now after this clap back?"

"My Lili lord is awesome!"

"Ahhh! Qingli is so cool!"

"Even if it’s plastic, I still love you."

"Lili, don’t be sad. Haters are everywhere; you have to be strong!"

"My lord Lili is so domineering."

While Qingli was happily scrolling through Weibo, the doorbell rang. She picked up a bag of potato chips and trudged to open the door, wondering who would come to her house after such a scandal had broken out.

As soon as she opened the door, her agent rushed inside, looked at Qingli with frustration, and said, "How can you still be in the mood to eat?"

"Because it’s delicious," said Qingli, as she popped a chip into her mouth.

"Grandma! Stop eating! You have to watch your weight!" roared the agent as he snatched the chips from her hand, "Also, do you realize how serious the situation is now?"

He was nearly dying of anxiety while Qingli, as if nothing had happened, carried on with eating and drinking!

Her heart was so big!

"No big deal!" she snatched back the potato chips from his hand as she responded, "Worst comes to worst, I’ll just diet." With that, she began crunching on the chips again.

"My little ancestor, when will you stop making trouble?" the agent was nearly driven mad by her, "What does the literary circle’s matter have to do with you? Why are you randomly sticking your nose into it?"

This was just causing needless trouble. Others would flee at the first sign of such a problem, but she was actually rushing headlong into it!

Qingli held the chips in her hand and carelessly sprawled on the sofa, "It’s not okay for them to frame my goddess for plagiarism!"

"Little ancestor, when will you delete that Weibo post? If you apologize and delete the post now, you might be able to salvage your image somewhat," the agent softened his tone.

"Not deleting it!" Qingli’s attitude was very firm.

"Would you please consider it for my sake?"

"No way!" Qingli winked at him, and gulped down the chips in her hand, "Not even a window!"

If she apologized and deleted the post, wouldn’t that be akin to admitting that "The Return of the Past" was plagiarism? "The Return of the Past" was her goddess! Even at the cost of her acting career, she would not slander her own goddess!

"You," the agent pointed at her, speechless with anger, suffering from sheer frustration! This artist he managed had excellent qualifications, was classically trained, excelled in the four arts, had exquisite acting skills, was good-looking, and more hardworking than others.

The agent had been with her for seven years. In her debut year, she rose to fame across Capital City thanks to a supporting actress role.

The company was also willing to promote her.

Almost all the best resources had been given to her, and she made them proud. Apart from eating a bit too much, she seldom had any flaws or threw diva tantrums, always being cautious with her words and actions.

Yet such an outstanding artist had caused him such a big mess today!

"Do you also want my potato chips?" Seeing the agent staring at her, Qingli quickly poured the rest of the chips into her mouth and tossed the empty bag into the bin, mumbling indistinctly, "See, all gone."

Agent: "..."

"Qingli!" The agent regained his composure, "Tell me honestly, what are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking?" Qingli propped up her chin with her hands, with a slight smile on her lips, "Is there anything wrong with supporting my goddess? Not only will I support her today, but I will continue to do so tomorrow and for the rest of my life."

"’The Return of the Past’ has been plagiarized!" the agent stood up in agitation, "Plagiarism! Do you understand the severity of this issue?"

"My goddess didn’t plagiarize!" Qingli also stood up, looking down at the agent from above, her aura suddenly opening fully, "If you continue slandering my goddess, beware that I turn against you!"

With the aura of a big star, she was indisputably beyond the average person.

The agent, somewhat helplessly, took out his phone, opened Weibo, "Look at this, do you see how many fans you’ve lost up to now? And they say if you don’t apologize and delete your post, they’re going to terminate your contract and ban you across the entire network."

"Let them ban me, I’m not scared," said Qingli indifferently. After all, she had already made enough money, and when she stopped acting, she would take what was left and go support a kept man.

As for the unyielding Qingli, the agent felt helpless! Damn it! How did he ever come across such an artist!

"Ah!" Just then, the agent shrieked suddenly, collapsing to the ground in excitement.

Qingli glanced sideways nonchalantly and peeled a banana, "What’s the matter?"

"Little ancestor!" The agent held up his phone to her, complaining, "It’s only been a few hours! How could you stir up another mess for me? Can’t you show some sympathy and cause me less trouble?"

Did his artist take the wrong medicine?

Qingli glanced lazily at the phone and said indifferently, "Just a joke..."

Agent: "..." Who jokes about their own plastic surgery rumors? And, with those words, she indirectly admitted to having plastic surgery.

If a top-level artist gets involved with plastic surgery, their future is truly over.

Qingli’s image was that of a "jade girl."

A "jade girl" turned plastic beauty?

Most importantly, Qingli had never undergone plastic surgery, she was all-natural!

The agent’s mouth twitched violently, "Hurry up and delete that Weibo post! Do you want to make this even bigger?"

"Daddy won’t delete it." Qingli turned her head haughtily.

Agent: "..." He really had found himself a "daddy"!

Qingli wasn’t like this in the past!

On the other side, Shen Lingtian watched the online trends with a smug curve to his lips, thinking that "The Return of the Past" really had some skills, but in the end, it was nothing substantial.

Two days have passed, and "The Return of the Past" still hadn’t made a move.

Her fans were also very quiet.

It seemed they had conceded to the plagiarism accusation.

Now the netizens were gathering signatures to urge the publishers to destroy the works of "The Return of the Past," to take down the work from the original literature website, and to permanently blacklist "The Return of the Past."

"The Return of the Past" is the shame of the literary world.

Lu Yan also officially sued "The Return of the Past" for 50 million in compensation and a public apology.

In this battle, it seemed Lu Yan was sure to win.

Those big Vs who publicly supported Lu Yan used this opportunity to gain a large number of followers.

Before "The Return of the Past" issued an apology, the plagiarism incident remained hot, and more and more people joined in to ride on the popularity wave by supporting Lu Yan and hurling insults under "The Return of the Past"’s Weibo.

Because standing on the side of justice was the only way to attract attention and support from others.

In this affair, the most pitiful person was none other than Qingli.

In just two days, Qingli’s follower count dropped from 60 million to 40 million, losing a full 20 million followers.

Moreover, the agency officially announced the termination of their contract with her, and those artists who had previously kept their distance from her rejoiced in secret, thankful they had withdrawn quickly, otherwise they would have been implicated!

Everyone secretly sympathized with Qingli and believed she must be leading a life of daily tears, deeply regretting her past decisions.

In reality.

Qingli was leading a very happy life every day.

Waking up naturally from a good night’s sleep.

Picking her feet whenever she wanted.

Eating chips if she felt like it.

Picking her nose if the urge struck her, no longer needing to put on a façade.

However, she did feel a bit regretful, after all, she really loved acting.

But as important as acting was, it wasn’t as important as the Fairy.

The Fairy hadn’t been in touch these past few days, could it be that she had compromised with the evil forces? Qingli picked up her phone and posted a Weibo.

Actress Qingli V: Sister "The Return of the Past", keep going! Don’t be sad, don’t cry, don’t give up! And don’t bow to the evil forces! Let me introduce everyone to my Fairy, an eternally eighteen-year-old little Fairy @The Return of the Past. [picture][picture]

The first picture was a selfie of herself.

The second picture was the cover of "Blooms like Brocade."

"My heart aches for my LiLi."

"The Fairy of my Fairy is also my Fairy."

"My Li is so beautiful."

"My Li, a celestial Fairy."

"Qingli is an idiot, right? Babbling nonsense on your own, see if ’Plagiarist Return’ pays you any mind?

"To the one above, got slapped in the face, didn’t you? [picture]"

The picture showed the latest post from "The Return of the Past."

The Return of the Past V: Thank you, A-Li. @Actress Qingli V: Sister "The Return of the Past", keep going! Don’t be sad, don’t cry, don’t give up! And don’t bow to the evil forces! Let me introduce everyone to my Fairy, an eternally eighteen-year-old little Fairy @The Return of the Past. [picture][picture]

Seeing that "The Return of the Past" had responded to her, Qingli got so excited that she jumped up from the couch and started to hop around, "Ah! My Fairy replied to me!"

At that moment, another notification popped up on Qingli’s phone, displaying that "The Return of the Past" became a new follower of hers, and they were now following each other.

Qingli’s first reaction was to take a screenshot and show it off in her Moments.

After all, she was the second person "The Return of the Past" followed.

There were only two people on "The Return of the Past"’s follow list.

One was her boyfriend, and the other was her!

Qingli was just too excited and too thrilled!

Grass on the Ancient Plain: My Fairy is following me! [picture]

Qingli’s Moments mostly consisted of her close nonspecific friends, with very few outsiders and even fewer insiders from the circle.

Jiangzhehu’s Number One Handsome Guy: "The Return of the Past?! What is this ghost?"

I’m Not Daji: "Holy shit! You like ’The Return of the Past’ too! [handshake] Can you get me an autographed physical book?"

Pikachu: "I heard that person... plagiarized."

Hoodlum: "Damn! Dad sends you a message, and you don’t even reply to dad! I was so scared I thought you died!"

Princess Syndrome: "Damn, I need the inside scoop, did she really plagiarize?"

Love Deep in Your Bones, Do You Know?: "Damn, are you alright? Why aren’t you answering your calls?"

Lush Grass Echoes in Response: 1. "The Return of the Past" is my goddess, as well as the author of "Blooms like Brocade". 2. My goddess didn’t plagiarize! 3. I’m fine, thank you all for your concern, love you all, mwah.

Over the last couple of days, Chu Jin had been staying at the Mo family’s residence.

On the third day at noon, after saying goodbye to the elderly Mrs. Mo, she came to Huagui Park. As soon as she reached the villa’s entrance, Xiao Bai burst out from inside and jumped into Chu Jin’s arms with a ’whoosh’, meowing non-stop.

If it wasn’t for the fear of being caught by humans for experiments, it would almost have started to talk.

"Miss, you’re back," Aunt Zhang also came up to greet her, with a beaming smile.

Aunt Zhang probably hadn’t seen Chu Jin for over a month, and felt that there were some changes in her. She seemed to have grown a bit taller, and her face, well, seemed even more beautiful.

"Aunt Zhang," Chu Jin nodded slightly in response.

"Oh, Miss, there’s a guest waiting for you at home," Aunt Zhang continued, almost losing herself in the otherworldly beauty of that person.

"A guest?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly, "Who is it?"

Chu Jin knew not many people in Capital City, other than the Mo family and the Zhao family, and there was no contact with the Zhao family anymore. As for the Mo family, that was even less likely since she had just come back from there.

Could it be one of her other classmates?

Aunt Zhang shook her head as well, "I don’t know who he is. He said he came to see you, and he’s quite handsome, sitting in the living room."

"Alright, I got it." Chu Jin nodded and began walking inside.

As soon as Chu Jin stepped into the living room, she saw a tall, imposing figure standing against the light, with his right hand on the table, left hand in his trouser pocket, leaning slightly, appearing lazy but carrying an air of authority that demanded attention.

This was—

Song Shiqin.

What was he doing here?

Chu Jin subconsciously frowned.

Hearing the noise behind him, Song Shiqin turned around, his gaze meeting Chu Jin’s.

The room fell silent, as if time was frozen at that second.

Chu Jin seemed to see, through his eyes, a very familiar figure; a myriad of emotions welled up in her, but that was just a fleeting moment.

Her acquaintance with Song Shiqin hadn’t even lasted a year; where did all these emotions come from?

"Instructor Song?" Chu Jin raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Mhm," Song Shiqin nodded, "Have you been staying at the Mo family’s these days?"

"Yeah," Chu Jin admitted openly.

Song Shiqin’s expression was calm as he continued, "I’m here to remove your stitches, are you free now?"

Only then did Chu Jin realize why Song Shiqin had come to see her. However, removing stitches was a small task that even a nurse could do; he didn’t need to come all this way just for that.

"The stitches haven’t been removed yet?" Chu Jin was somewhat surprised, as she had been told that they were to be removed on the third day, and today was already the fifth.

"No." Song Shiqin replied succinctly.

"Then follow me." Chu Jin turned and led the way upstairs, calling back to Aunt Zhang, "Aunt Zhang, bring two cups of green tea to the study."

"Of course, Miss." Aunt Zhang responded promptly.

The study was spacious, facing south with the seat to the north. It was converted from a master bedroom. The floor was covered with thick cashmere carpet, and bookshelves surrounded the room. Between the shelves stood a low table with burning sandalwood, beside which was placed a vase of flowers.

There were two cushions placed on either side of the low table.

The environment was serene and beautiful, a place where one could forget their troubles. Song Shiqin could even imagine her sitting cross-legged on the cushion, reading a book, just as she always had.

Her interests and hobbies remained the same, completely unchanged.

Chu Jin pointed to one of the cushions and said, "Sit."

Song Shiqin silently sat down cross-legged.

Chu Jin turned and reached for the medical kit behind the bookshelf.

Just then, Aunt Zhang came in with the brewed tea, "Sir, your tea."

"Thank you," Song Shiqin replied, a rare display of gratitude.

Aunt Zhang, slightly startled by his manners, replied, "You’re welcome," and then quickly left the study.

Chu Jin walked out from behind the bookshelf with the medical kit, looking down at Song Shiqin with a calm voice, "Take off your clothes first."

"Okay," Song Shiqin started unbuttoning his shirt.

The tools for removing the stitches were simple.

A pair of scissors, tweezers, a bottle of disinfectant, and a tube of ointment that could fade scars.

Chu Jin took these items out of the kit and knelt behind Song Shiqin, efficiently removing the stitches.

After the stitches were out, Chu Jin applied the scar-fading ointment on the marks.

Professional boundaries between a doctor and patient were clear, so Chu Jin was very natural with her actions.

"Does it look ugly?" Song Shiqin suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Chu Jin paused before responding, "It’s okay. After I apply this scar-fading ointment, the scars won’t be visible in the future. Don’t worry."

Her tone was light and unaffected, as if she was treating him as a stranger.

A mocking light flashed in Song Shiqin’s downcast eyes.

"You’re done," Chu Jin said as she removed her rubber gloves and stood up, "Don’t bathe tonight, and it will probably be fully healed by tomorrow."

Song Shiqin looked up at her retreating figure and slowly said four words, "Okay, thank you."

"You’re welcome." Chu Jin gave a light smile and then said, "Let’s go downstairs," and turned to leave. However, after only a few steps, her wrist was abruptly grabbed with a strong hold, and then her whole body was pulled into a stranger’s embrace.

A faint scent of medicine lingered at the tip of her nose.

"Feng’er, do you truly not remember me?" Song Shiqin’s voice turned soft, his arms tightly encircling her, resting his chin on her head, his low voice sounding very pleasant.