Chapter 1977: Control

The livestream room kept gaining viewers, quickly surpassing ten million. The company executives who were also watching the stream were thrilled and remotely directed the PR team to ensure this wave of casual fans became Song Yuan’s devoted fans. With her rising popularity, securing some good deals during this opportune moment could easily propel her to top-tier status.

Currently, Song Yuan is cherished across the entire online community, placed at the center of everyone’s hearts. If they don’t leverage this now, when will they get such luck again?

The PR team wrote a script in advance, holding up cue cards for Song Yuan to see, prompting her to answer a few of the most pressing questions that netizens were curious about.

Questions like why she saved Nan Jiaojiao, and why she cared for Nan Jiaojiao despite her cold demeanor toward her within the crew. Whether the other party is backgrounded and can’t be offended, and about her experiences in the hospital over the past couple of days.

Song Yuan responded to each point, but with a high emotional intelligence, she spoke ambiguously, glossing over the important details.

Naturally, netizens were unsatisfied with just these tidbits from the victim’s mouth. Soon, a well-known celebrity, who was also a big fan of Song Yuan, demanded to join the live broadcast.

After seeking Song Yuan’s opinion, they connected the call.

“Yuan Yuan, are you being held captive in the hospital?”

The big fan started with a sharp question, catching Sister Lai off guard as there was no chance to address anything before the question was thrown out.

“You don’t need to worry, there are 13 million people in the livestream room who will support you. You’re safe now, the company has rescued you. It’s time to punish the wicked. Feel free to speak up; if you have any grievances, we’ll stand up for you.”

Song Yuan took a deep breath, that breath stuck in her chest, as if frightened, she didn’t dare to exhale. Her already pale face turned even more sickly white. She clutched the edge of the blanket, displaying a delicate, fragile demeanor, visible to the netizens.

“Don’t… don’t say that. Jiaojiao and I are friends. I saved her. She… she came to the hospital to take care of me and was very worried about me. It’s been two days, she’s hardly left. We’re really close; it’s not like what you’re saying…”

“What do you mean not? She’s not taking care of you; it’s obviously an act! She knows you’re popular and knows the car accident news won’t stay hidden for long, so she rushed over to put on a show. How she’s taking care of you, we all know. She comes at noon and leaves before dinner, leaving you alone at night. How is that caring for you?”

“No… it’s not like that…” Song Yuan frantically waved her hands but couldn’t find the words to continue.

The PR team held up cue cards with the script ready, all she needed to do was read it aloud and naturally play the victim.

But Song Yuan clearly saw the cue cards; her gaze was fixed on them for at least three seconds. Ultimately, she couldn’t bring herself to do it, her eyes quivered slightly, and then she looked away.

“Yuan Yuan, you…”

“Sister Lai!” Song Yuan promptly stopped her, shaking her head to prevent her from speaking.

The big fan insisted: “What’s wrong? Is someone controlling you nearby? Who? That Nan Jiaojiao?”

“No, no, everyone’s just guessing!” Song Yuan hurried to explain, but her current panic was evident to all netizens, immediately reminding them of those few streamers from before who were purportedly controlled by dark forces, forced to eat large amounts of food in front of the camera. Despite not considering whether the food combinations caused allergies, until one streamer developed rashes on their face and hands did they realize why the streamer wore long sleeves, prompting rapid questions on whether they were controlled, with suggestions to tap the side of the bowl twice if so.