You Are Being Obscene, I Am Going Mad: Joining Hands to Rectify the Entertainment Industry

"......"

Jiang Qi Yu wasn't that she didn't want to speak, she was just afraid the words "Damn, I hate posers the most" might accidentally slip out.

In all conscience, last night she merely found the tone of the person on the phone too pretentious and casually remarked, 'Show off your wealth, send me 50k to see your strength.'

Who knew this guy would actually show up the next day, even claiming to give her a million?!

Do romance novel male leads spend their days only showing off, never surfing the internet?

Her name is Jiang Qi Yu, originally an obscure stand-up comedian, who was diagnosed with breast cancer before she could realize her comedy dream.

Late-stage.

Fortunately, she had just been diagnosed and hadn’t suffered much when she transmigrated into a book.

She entered a romance novel she had read before, set in the entertainment circle, named "The Film Emperor's Darling in Palm".

Unfortunately, she transmigrated as a character sharing her name in the book but with a terribly tragic fate—

A well-known vase in the entertainment circle, the illegitimate daughter and younger cousin of the true and false heiress.

In the original story, she was the villain who got slapped in the face, the obstacle that was overcome.

She was option E, plan B, the extra trampled underfoot.

Well...

As a villain, she just hopes the author has to keep watch alternately with both eyes while sleeping at night.

Although this situation was somewhat absurd, Jiang Qi Yu quickly accepted this reality, adhering to the positive mindset of settling down wherever she falls.

After all, she was all alone to begin with, and that she could live again was all thanks to her balanced diet throughout her life, even breaking electronic wooden fish in her diligence.

This was what she deserved.

Besides, if she had the script in her hands, what did it matter if she was the antagonist?

It didn't matter; she would make her move.

Just as Jiang Qi Yu was brimming with confidence, ready to reclaim everything that was hers, a phone call suddenly came in—

"Jiang Qi Yu, have you had enough trouble?!"

"......Who is this?"

"Don’t play dumb! You think just a verbal marriage agreement will make me marry you? Stop dreaming; you're not even worth a finger of Jiang Mian! Persisting will only make me disgusted!"

"Are you okay?"

"Hmph... I understand, you want money, right? Name your price."

"No, dude, are you really getting into character? Rich brother, why don’t you Venmo me 50 to show your strength?"

"Jiang Qi Yu, remember your words!"

"......"

After hanging up the phone, the puzzled expression on Jiang Qi Yu's face lasted only three seconds before she suddenly widened her eyes with realization.

Sss... something wasn’t quite right.

She quickly went through the plot of the book in her mind, wishing she could etch every minor detail into a cigarette and smoke it into her lungs.

Soon, she discovered a potentially fatal problem:

She had arrived late.

In the original story, this part of the plot was supposed to occur in the middle to later stages—

The cannon fodder female counterpart's career, family, and love life all collapsed, leaving her no choice but to use the marriage contract to blackmail the male lead.

And as for how she became desperate...

Framed by the fake heiress supporting female, taking the blame for harming the main female lead, being kicked out of the Jiang family's house and removed from the trust, losing all qualifications to inherit the Jiang family's fortune.

In her professional life, she was anonymously exposed for scandals, paying to support the film emperor Lu Heng, sidelining newcomers, workplace bullying, throwing tantrums, and now with her public image ruined, embroiled in scandals, even unable to land a role in any production.

...

It didn't matter to her; she would handle her own funeral.

Thus, adhering to the philosophy of settling down wherever she falls, Jiang Qi Yu, in her 'Showering till Dawn' edition, chose to let everything go.

When in doubt, just sleep on it and let tomorrow worry about itself.

But before she could wake up naturally from this sleep, she was rudely awakened by the arrogant man before her.

Lu Heng, 27 years old, the hottest top male actor in the entertainment circle, and the male protagonist of this Mary Sue romance novel.

Also, her fiancé by an arrangement made since they were children.

Well... not for long.

"Jiang Qi Yu!"

A scolding voice interrupted her drifting thoughts, the man's tone becoming increasingly cold:

"I will give you one million, remember what you promised me."

And Jiang Qi Yu, upon hearing this, lazily lifted her eyelids: "What?"

"Call off the engagement, stay away from me and Mian Mian!"

"You’re saying..."

She looked up, her gaze indifferent: "I can’t do that."

"You..."

Lu Heng's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if he wanted to tear the woman before him into pieces:

"You asked for fifty thousand, I'm offering you one million, what, now you want to raise the price? Be careful, greed could swallow you whole..."

"What should we do then?"

Faced with his thinly-veiled threat, Jiang Qi Yu simply leaned back on the sofa, her demeanor calm as she said:

"Why don't you just call the police? Say that I... am extorting you?"

"......"

Watching the man instantly freeze, unable to utter a word, her eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of her hand, she chuckled:

"Just kidding."

No, of course, she wasn't joking.

If she really took Lu Heng's one million, it wouldn't be long before the recording of their meeting today would spread across the entire internet.

Extortion, one million.

That's a serious crime.

By then, she would become a public disgrace, nailed to the pillar of shame, never able to recover.

Jiang Qi Yu always believed that it's impossible for someone to be completely foolproof.

If you think someone is perfect, then they must be quietly making a fool of themselves somewhere you can't see.

And Lu Heng, that's exactly the type of ruthless, ungrateful fool he is.

Not only did he spend money to hire people to slander her behind her back.

He was even willing to spend a million to ruin her career.

How despicable.

"If Mr. Lu has too much money and nowhere to spend it, he could pay more taxes to the state..."

Jiang Qi Yu's smile was genuine, as if it was truly just a friendly suggestion:

"Or, use that money to check into a neurology hospital, for a specialist consultation."

"Emergency ward.”

"......"

Lu Heng was not a fool either; he immediately realized his plan had been discovered, and a flicker of panic passed through his heart before he quickly regained his composure.

He looked at Jiang Qi Yu, who suddenly seemed a bit different in front of him, his disgusted gaze gradually turned into scrutiny.

After a long while, he got up slowly, his face still bearing the same haughty and indifferent expression as when he arrived:

"In that reality dating show, I’ll be appearing with Mian Mian, you’d best not interfere, or I will make you regret it."

"......"

Watching his retreating figure quietly, Jiang Qi Yu still maintained her relaxed posture leaning on the sofa.

Not until the man's figure disappeared at the doorway did she slowly retract her meaningful gaze, playing with the pen in her hand, she slowly opened her mouth:

"What to do? I, for one, really enjoy adding trouble for others."