Chapter 1965: It Really Was Her

“It blew up…” Song Yuan was somewhat puzzled, “What do you mean?”

She knew well how to use various high-profile accounts to create public opinion. The money had been spent, and according to the schedule, it should have spread all over the internet by now.

Two days ago, when the car accident happened, the reporters had already covered it. Sister Lai had bought up all the news back then, so it didn’t spread widely. Purposefully, she left some vague information, causing fans and netizens’ speculations to gradually ferment, with curiosity at an all-time high. They dug up everything online, but all they found were the blurry car accident scene shots where it was hard to discern close-ups or people’s faces, and photos of Song Yuan lying on a stretcher being sent to the hospital with a few blurry images of police entering and exiting the hospital.

Curiosity was at its peak.

Actually, Song Yuan had already instructed Sister Lai to prepare a press release. She wanted to drag Nan Jiaojiao into this, to establish her own persona; otherwise, her act of insisting on pulling Nan Jiaojiao into the car despite her own injury would have been for nothing.

“We tried to post again later, but couldn’t post anything at all, which is very strange. We had posted press releases before, but now none of them could go through. I tried using a small account and managed to post once, but within minutes it was taken down. It’s really eerie.”

Song Yuan’s heart sank with a thud.

She suddenly looked at Nan Jiaojiao, suspiciously staring at her phone, probing, “Jiaojiao, who were you just calling?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t look up, “Bo Yanching.”

“No, just now, the previous call, I clearly heard a woman’s voice.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t spare a glance; she was crouching in the bushes in a game, facing three opponents. An archer used skills to probe the bushes, she cast her skills and aimed a big move at the archer.

“Oh, a friend.”

Song Yuan squinted warily, “What friend?”

Nan Jiaojiao remained silent.

Song Yuan was impatient and wouldn’t wait for her to speak slowly, “You must have done something, right? Who is your friend, who have you instructed to do something for you while you are sitting here?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t respond. She sat there calmly, which made Song Yuan so agitated she was about to get out of bed. She didn’t even bother to move or hide from Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze.

It wasn’t being stared at that mattered, but rather Nan Jiaojiao finished a game session and glanced at the time, just then receiving a call from Bo Yanching who was already downstairs.

“I’m leaving now,” Nan Jiaojiao stood up, “I won’t be back tomorrow.”

“Why?” Song Yuan stared intensely at her, “What’s happening tomorrow? Am I being discharged? Weren’t you supposed to take care of me? My family trusted you with me, and now you won’t come?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression was indifferent, casting a sidelong glance at her, “Just guess, even if I come tomorrow, would it be any of use to you?”

Song Yuan’s eyebrows twitched, something in her mind was unraveling, with the clues becoming clearer. She inexplicably felt panic, and her hands tightly gripped the quilt.

“What do you mean, I don’t understand.”

“Then pretend you don’t understand.”

Nan Jiaojiao drew a corner of her lips, a smile not reaching her eyes, “Miss Song’s real-life drama is better, what a pity, if only your acting was at this level when filming, would you still be unnoticed and unpopular after all these years?”

Song Yuan opened her mouth to curse, her mouth shape all ready made, then Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze flicked sideways, leisurely adding, “Well, not really, you’ve always been good at sensationalism, as long as you enjoy it.”

It must be her!

How could she have so much power, as a peripheral figure, reaching into the entertainment circle!