Chapter Six: She Was Absolutely Maniacal

Beneath the trending topic was a flood of insults, relentless torrents of harsh words glaring vividly before Jiang Chiyu’s eyes.

“How dare she show her face on camera? People like her should quit the entertainment industry! Otherwise, I’ll keep dragging her through the mud till the end!”

Jiang Chiyu retorted: “Is the entertainment industry your family business? Since when do you get to decide who stays or goes?”

To everyone’s surprise, Jiang Chiyu remained silent for a long time; her company issued no statement, leading many to assume they were quietly distancing themselves. Yet no one expected Jiang Chiyu to boldly take the microphone and passionately respond right in the eye of the storm!

Her unexpected reply instantly ignited a frenzy.

The entire internet boiled over, and even more haters joined this wildly uneven battle.

“Wow, Jiang Chiyu herself is personally clashing with haters? This is unprecedented—a legendary scene for the ages!”

“What right does she have to come down and insult people? Isn’t she afraid of drowning in spittle? Her thick skin is unmatched—she’s a waste of air and land, contributing nothing to society!”

Jiang Chiyu shot back, “Of course, my contributions pale compared to yours. After all, the Great Wall of China was built using your thick skin. Greetings, ancient demon.”

“Is she crazy? Occupying public resources like this—is that really okay? So reckless. She must be desperate for fame, but to turn black and red depends on if you can handle it!”

Jiang Chiyu replied, “Not crazier than you, staying up all night just to insult me, neglecting your own health. Thanks for spreading rumors everywhere—it only brings me closer to black-and-red fame.”

“Jiang Chiyu is really bold. I declare she’s my entertainment in this industry. Without her, this world would be far less fun.”

“Honestly, her insults hit the mark. I’m starting to like her fiery spirit.”

“She’s gone wild—so fierce!”

That night, the entire online crowd watched the drama unfold with rapt attention.

Jiang Chiyu battled the haters relentlessly until five in the morning. In the end, the haters couldn’t keep up and surrendered en masse, raising white flags across the forum.

After a night of fierce combat, Jiang Chiyu emerged triumphant.

At six the next morning, Wen Jiu had just woken up and saw the brutal scene sweeping the internet. Furious, she immediately made a call. “Jiang Chiyu! Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Jiang Chiyu, barely able to open her heavy, tired eyes, was jolted awake by Wen Jiu’s sharp scream. Her voice hoarse and expression dazed, she asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Are you serious? Look at what you did last night! From now on, don’t touch your social accounts or say another word. I’m coming over right now.” Wen Jiu delivered her message in one breath before hanging up.

Hesitating as she glanced at her phone, Jiang Chiyu was too exhausted to resist and slipped back under the covers.

By eight in the morning, everyone was up and working, gathering in the living room. The third pair of partners—Xu Chu and Fang Yingying—shared perfect chemistry. Both glanced toward Jiang Chiyu’s closed bedroom door, rubbed their painfully empty stomachs, and then leaned toward Wei Feng.

“Wei-ge, is Chiyu still asleep?”

Wei Feng had already seen Jiang Chiyu’s feats from the night before early that morning, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze toward her closed door was full of tender affection. “Let her rest a bit longer. Today, she’ll get to taste my cooking.”

Hearing there would be food, the two brightened instantly, eagerly trailing behind Wei Feng. “We’ll help you out.”

“It’s nothing special—arguing with haters all night, she really must be desperate for fame,” Lin Qingyue said as she carried a cup of coffee into the living room and naturally settled next to Yan Chuanzhou, leaning on his shoulder.

No sooner had she spoken than Yan Chuanzhou slid away, avoiding Lin Qingyue’s touch, his eyes falling on the magazine in his hand. He said coolly, “You don’t want fame?”

Lin Qingyue was stumped by his words. Her lips twitched, a strange feeling flashing through her mind. She looked at Yan Chuanzhou and grabbed his arm, an eerie glint in her eyes as she deliberately asked, “Chuanzhou, she insulted people all night. Could it be she actually has a sugar daddy? What do you think?”

After speaking, she fixed her gaze on Yan Chuanzhou’s face, trying to read any clues.

Yan Chuanzhou pulled his arm away, a flicker of disgust crossing his features. He shot a sharp glance at Lin Qingyue and said coldly, “Since when did you learn to gossip?”

Blaming her impatience, she had forgotten how much Yan Chuanzhou detested gossiping in front of him—just as he had despised Jiang Chiyu before.

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” Lin Qingyue instantly lost her nerve and abandoned her hidden schemes.

Yet from Yan Chuanzhou’s demeanor, she felt that he was different about Jiang Chiyu. This change unsettled her deeply.

“I want to see how you’ll survive in this industry without me!” Watching Yan Chuanzhou walk away, Lin Qingyue’s hatred for Jiang Chiyu burned fiercely inside.

Alone in the living room, the aroma of cooking wafted from the kitchen.

“Growl~”

Seeing the three busy in the kitchen, Lin Qingyue approached the table with a feigned casualness. “Smells delicious.”

Just as she reached for her chopsticks, a voice from the kitchen stopped her. “That’s for Chiyu. Miss Lin, if you want something, I can make you a separate dish.”

Her hand clenched the chopsticks tightly, bones creaking as she forced down jealousy. Her eyes turned cold and sharp. “No need.”

She slammed the chopsticks on the table and turned away.

Jiang Chiyu—why does everything have to revolve around you? Just wait and see! Lin Qingyue seethed inwardly.

By the time Wen Jiu arrived, Jiang Chiyu was still asleep.

Wei Feng, seeing Wen Jiu about to go upstairs, hurried over to stop her. “Miss Wen, Chiyu stayed up quite late. If you have something to say, wait until she wakes up.”

Wen Jiu’s mood was already foul. Jiang Chiyu had caused chaos, yet still had the nerve to sleep. Just as Wen Jiu was about to retort, she turned and saw a strikingly handsome face before her.

Eyes shifting softly with hidden tenderness, exuding the grace of a true gentleman—no wonder he was famed as the charming prince of the entertainment world.

If Jiang Chiyu could win someone like him, that would be a huge gain.

Thinking this, much of Wen Jiu’s anger dissolved.

By ten in the morning, Jiang Chiyu was awakened by an alarm. The production team had arranged a grocery shopping activity where the partnered couples would go to the supermarket to buy ingredients and then cook their signature dishes for each other at noon. Dinner would be arranged based on the final rankings.

Upon hearing the rules, Fang Yingying immediately deflated. “Ah, then we’re definitely going to lose. I’m a disaster in the kitchen.”

Xu Chu patted her shoulder and comforted her cheerfully, “It’s the participation that counts. If worse comes to worst, we can just mooch a meal off Wei-ge and Chiyu. It’s not like it’s the first time.”

“Hahaha, the ‘Chu-Win’ duo is adorably clueless. The production team sure is putting them through the wringer.”

“Looks like you two scored some free meals. Wei Feng and Jiang Chiyu are like, nobody told me this was a cooking contest.”