Chapter 1992: Backstab

With that kind of brain, why not just sack the screenwriter, direct and act all on your own. Wouldn’t that be great?

“So you confining me in the hospital, what’s that all about?” asked Nan Jiaojiao.

“Not true!”

Song Yuan immediately denied and after a pause, offered an explanation: “You didn’t imprison me, it’s just that my leg is injured, I can’t get… It’s inconvenient, so most of the time I’m lying in bed. You stayed with me and took care of me, and I’m truly grateful.”

She was probably trying to say she couldn’t get out of bed, but the video of her “severely injured leg” getting out of bed had gone viral, so she hurriedly changed her tune.

Nan Jiaojiao continued asking, “What’s going on with your parents? I stopped them from seeing you, and even hired a caretaker at night to monitor you.”

“Though they don’t live in Rongcheng City, they have many friends here. My father has endless social events, and my mother has friends to visit. She personally oversees my daily meals. She doesn’t avoid coming to me; it’s just that after my dad returns to the hotel at night, someone needs to take care of me. She knows you’re here and is reassured because of you, but you also need to go home and rest at night, so they hired a caretaker to help you take care of me, not to monitor.”

Song Yuan clenched her fists, “I’ve already transferred the caretaker’s fee to you, haven’t I? It’s not good to make you shoulder the cost.”

She stared at Nan Jiaojiao, eyes filled with warning, cautioning her to stop. Everything could be patched up, and both could save face. No need to escalate to the point of ruin.

However, Nan Jiaojiao was not one to easily yield, pressing further, “Did you and your family really feel assured with me taking care of you, considering I often gave you the cold shoulder while on set?”

Song Yuan: “…”

She genuinely felt the urge to punch!

“Of course, they felt reassured. My parents had met you before, learned about you, and heard about you from me. When I saw you on set, I was thrilled. In the Capital City, we had some acquaintance, and I was unfamiliar with the place. Seeing someone familiar felt comforting, so whenever I had time, I sought you out to chat. Maybe you were busy at the time, not intentionally giving me the cold shoulder.”

She considered even a nodding acquaintance to be a friendship, even if they had only seen each other from afar?

“Oh, then…”

“Enough!”

Nan Jiaojiao was about to speak when Song Yuan, already impatient, lost her temper, her tone uncontrollable, sounding like she was snapping.

Chu Yao keenly glanced over, and Song Yuan quickly turned her head, pressed down on her lips, forcing out a smile, “Alright, Jiaojiao, everything that needed explaining has been clarified. The purpose of my livestream was just that, explaining the misunderstanding. We are friends. How could I not support you? Isn’t that right?”

Nan Jiaojiao remained calm, without a trace of emotion, “You supporting me, isn’t that a betrayal to your fans? When the whole internet was condemning me, you never spoke a word in my favor.”

“Betrayal” was too serious an accusation, especially for a celebrity like her, without classic works to her name, relying only on hype and internet traffic. A single misstep, and she could quickly be replaced.

This accusation couldn’t be shouldered.

She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile, “How could that be? My relationship with my fans is mutual; they are as rational and reasonable as I am. I meant to explain, but the situation was chaotic then, and I hardly had the chance to speak up, that’s all.”