Chapter 1: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 1: Trending Again for the Wrong Reasons

Inside a rented apartment at Orange Heart Garden.

The trash can overflowed with takeout boxes, and flies buzzed incessantly above. The room reeked of a sour stench.

Books, clothes, and shoes littered the floor in chaotic disarray, leaving no place to step.

Yan Zhixu surveyed the mess and rubbed her throbbing temples before resigning herself to cleaning up.

An hour later, the foul odor finally dissipated.

She crossed her legs on the sofa, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "Damn, this is exhausting..."

After a brief rest, she padded barefoot to the bathroom.

In the mirror stood a girl with heavy makeup—fiery red lips, a sultry and striking face.

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Her feline eyes brimmed with allure, a beauty that was both aggressive and captivating, the epitome of a femme fatale.

Yan Zhixu curled her lips at the reflection, a face both foreign and familiar.

Two years ago, on her way to participate in an experiment, she'd suffered a tragic car accident. While she didn't die, her body was hijacked by a transmigrator.

That girl, using her body, defied her family's wishes to join the entertainment industry, stirring up chaos everywhere.

Arrogant and reckless, she offended nearly half the entertainment world.

"...That damn system is insufferable most of the time, but at least it kept its promise."

After traversing 3,000 dimensions and redeeming countless villainesses, she had finally completed her missions, and the system had returned her body as promised.

"I wonder how that little rascal is doing without me."

Thinking of the system that had accompanied her for so long, Yan Zhixu felt a pang of nostalgia.

She frowned at her reflection, growing more displeased the longer she looked. Without hesitation, she grabbed the makeup remover.

Just as she finished, the apartment door opened with a click, and a wailing voice echoed.

"Ah Xu, Ah Xu, my poor Ah Xu! You're trending for all the wrong reasons again. The paparazzi just exposed you for stealing Mo An'an's boyfriend. Now the internet is filled with people cursing you. That b*tch Mo An'an even pulled the suicide card. If anything happens to her, you might end up in prison eating state-funded meals—"

Lu Xun sashayed into the room, but upon seeing the barefoot girl walking over, he screeched to a halt and promptly tripped, landing flat on his face.

The girl, now bare-faced, approached gracefully. Her makeup-free, delicate features were framed by fluttering lashes that cast faint shadows.

"You... you... Ah Xu, did you get plastic surgery? Which hospital did you go to? This is impressive! Spill the details; I might get double eyelids done someday."

"..."

Yan Zhixu arched her brow, a gleam of amusement in her eyes.

Her natural looks already resembled post-surgery perfection. Anything more would render others hopeless.

"Ugh, forget it. I can't focus on beauty while that trending topic looms over us."

Thinking about their current predicament, Lu Xun dabbed his tears with a handkerchief, lamenting dramatically with a raised pinky.

"Ah Xu, really, of all people, why him? Why Gu Jiu, that useless pretty boy?"

"..."

Yan Zhixu leaned back on the sofa, shutting her eyes to block out all noise.

Lu Xun nagged on like an old nanny. "And Mo An'an! Can't you see she's the ultimate white lotus? I told you not to associate with her, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look where we are..."

Worrywart extraordinaire.

Case closed.

Having sorted through her memories, Yan Zhixu's eyes snapped open.

Yan Zhixu picked up her phone and opened Weibo. At the top of the trending list was news about her.

#Actress Yan Zhixu Steals Best Friend’s Boyfriend, Driving Mo An’an to Attempt Suicide!

Clicking on the post, she was met with a barrage of vicious comments.

[Yan Zhixu, you shameless b*tch! An’an treated you so well, and you stole her boyfriend? Trash, scum, parasite! You don’t deserve to be a celebrity—crawl out of the entertainment industry!]

[Yan B*tch, what else do you have besides your face? No morals, no talent, just drama. Even stealing your best friend’s boyfriend? Did a dog eat your conscience? Get lost already!]

[You better hope An’an’s okay. If anything happens to her, you’re heading straight to prison!]

[Plastic surgery freak, clout-chasing b*tch—may your career plummet into oblivion!]

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Lu Xun had been ranting non-stop, and his mouth was parched. He took a sip of tea from the table.

Something didn’t add up. His little troublemaker was being roasted all over the trending topics, yet she wasn’t smashing things in a fit of rage?

He put down his cup and saw Yan Zhixu calmly scrolling through her phone. Startled, he lunged toward her in panic.

"Ah Xu, Ah Xu, put down the phone! Those vicious netizens are way too harsh!"

Yan Zhixu stood up nonchalantly, bracing one hand against the sofa cushion before flipping over the back like a nimble cat.

“Thud—”

Lu Xun couldn’t stop in time and crashed into the sofa.

Yan Zhixu lifted her gaze lazily, her eyes carrying an indifferent and roguish glint as she looked her manager straight in the eye.

"Harsh? Not really. This batch of netizens could use some lessons in creative insults."

Lu Xun: "???"

Oh no, his little troublemaker’s been scolded silly!

Damn those two scumbags—this is all their fault!

(End of Chapter) 

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