Chapter 7: Cheng Xiaoxiao’s Pure Image Shattered

[What does Wen Miaohan mean by this? Is she saying Xiao Xiao is going to be replaced too?]

[Does she really think she’s the boss who can swap anyone at will?]

“Miaohan, what do you mean by that? Have I done something to upset you so much that you want to replace me? But this show—Star Entertainment didn’t invest in it, so you shouldn’t have the authority to make that call!” Cheng Xiaoxiao said through a forced smile, grinding her teeth.

Wen Miaohan nodded slightly. “Star Entertainment didn’t invest in this drama, and thank goodness they didn’t. If they had, I’d have urged my brother to pull out immediately. The plot is so outdated, even if it airs, it’ll flop spectacularly.”

“But your being replaced has nothing to do with the crew or the investors. It’s purely because you’re about to have a scandal.”

At that, the smile vanished from Wen Miaohan’s face, replaced by a serious expression.

The moment she became serious, Cheng Xiaoxiao felt an unexplainable chill run down her spine.

The viewers in the live chat—onlookers, haters, and Xiaoxiao’s loyal fans alike—grew tense for a moment.

Xiaoxiao’s expression tightened. “Miaohan, you’ve been in the industry a few months longer than me, and I’ve always respected you. But you can’t just treat me like dirt, trampling over me however you please. You have to tell me clearly—what exactly did I do to deserve this scandal?”

As Xiaoxiao’s anger flared, her fans immediately flooded the public chat with outrage, as if failing to defend her would let her suffer unjustly.

“Wen Miaohan, go to hell!”

“You’re the one with the scandal. I hope every artist at Star Entertainment falls with you.”

“Hey, don’t get so worked up. That face of yours, fixed four times already, is the only thing you’ve got going for you. Don’t stress yourself into breaking out in pimples. Even if you won’t be seen in public much longer, at least you’ll still have to look in the mirror.”

Wen Miaohan winked at the camera, finger to cheek, her voice soft and teasing: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Damn, that wink just shocked me!”

“Wow, Wen Miaohan has such a seductive side too?”

“Was she really saying that Cheng Xiaoxiao had plastic surgery?”

“Hold on, be precise—celebrities call that ‘minor adjustments,’ not surgery!”

Cheng Xiaoxiao had always denied having any cosmetic work done.

Those with less natural beauty are often the most reluctant to admit they’re artificially enhanced.

Wen Miaohan’s bold statement about how many times Xiaoxiao’s face had been operated on was a direct slap in the face.

How on earth did Wen Miaohan know the exact number of surgeries?

Xiaoxiao, angry and flustered, could only stubbornly retort, “Miaohan, you must have believed some gossip from a clickbait account. I haven’t had any surgery! Look, I make all kinds of expressions naturally—if I had surgery, I wouldn’t be able to do that.”

To prove her point, Xiaoxiao exaggeratedly made various facial expressions for the camera.

But in her haste, she overdid it. As she sucked in air and then puffed out one cheek, only one side of her face inflated.

When she brought the camera close, some viewers even noticed her nose looked slightly crooked. That was all the proof needed; Wen Miaohan didn’t need to say more—everyone saw it clearly.

But Wen Miaohan, ever the thorough one, liked to back everything up with evidence. She kindly explained, “You had the surgery at Renew Beauty Clinic in H Country, right? Their techniques are mediocre—the clinic’s about to shut down. The director there recently lost all professional ethics and sold patients’ personal information like blind boxes.”

“The cosmetic surgery scene in H Country’s entertainment industry has already exploded, but since surgery is routine over there, the scandal flared up briefly and then died down.”

“But in our circle, some people on that list have already leaked info. Those sharp-eyed paparazzi probably have plenty of dirt on her and are just waiting for the right price to sell it.”

At Wen Miaohan’s words, Xiaoxiao’s expression instantly changed. She anxiously looked at her manager, who quickly stepped aside to make a phone call.

Seeing this, Wen Miaohan bowed apologetically to the camera. “Sorry, whoever’s holding the dirt on Cheng Xiaoxiao’s surgery, you just lost your chance to sell it—because I’ve already spilled the tea.”

“Look at Xiaoxiao’s face—totally busted!”

“So what if Xiaoxiao had surgery? Every woman has the right to beautify herself.”

“Surgery’s fine, but lying about it? That’s not okay. If you can lie about this, you can lie about anything.”

“Don’t pretend like you’ve never told a lie in your life, you jerk!”

“Who’s the jerk? Your whole family is, and Cheng Xiaoxiao’s the worst of them all!”

(System message: Your live chat contains inappropriate language. Please watch your words or your stream will be banned!)

Seeing the system warning, Wen Miaohan quickly glanced at the chat.

“Everyone, quiet down. This is just the appetizer, and you’re already this loud? When the main course drops, you’ll probably crash my stream. The system already warned me—if you want to watch the drama, keep it down.”

[This is just the appetizer—bring on the main course!]

[Shh, everyone be quiet.]

Hearing Wen Miaohan was about to reveal more, Xiaoxiao panicked.

“I’m fully booked with shoots tomorrow, so I won’t be able to chat anymore,” she said hastily.

As she tried to end the call, Wen Miaohan smirked, “Are you sure you want to hang up? The next things I’m about to reveal are all about you. Don’t you want to listen and maybe defend yourself?”

That broke Xiaoxiao’s composure completely, her face dark with anger. “Wen Miaohan, what have I ever done to you? Why do you have to keep digging at me like this?”

Since the other party was about to spill her secrets, Xiaoxiao gave up maintaining appearances, not wanting to seem easy to bully.

“You really have provoked me! I don’t offend others unless they offend me first, but if they do, no matter how far, I’ll make sure they pay!”

Wen Miaohan’s expression turned serious.

“Alright then, no more words. Ladies and gentlemen, hold your tongues—I’m about to serve the main course, so don’t drop your jaws!”

Wen Miaohan operated her phone and pulled up three confidential photos from her album, projecting them onto the live stream.

One showed Cheng Xiaoxiao sitting on the lap of a heavily pregnant man on a beach lounge chair, kissing him passionately.

Another was Xiaoxiao embracing and kissing a married male celebrity backstage at an event.

The last showed Xiaoxiao and another woman being led into a hotel by the notorious playboy Xiang Beitang, who had his arm around her waist.

Sleeping around, being the other woman, and indulging in a three-way with a playboy.

Just these three photos were enough to shatter the pure and innocent image Xiaoxiao had painstakingly built for herself!