Chapter Forty-Two: Tired of Living

The more Sang Yijia listened, the more she found it amusing. All she had done was say a single sentence, and now they demanded a personal apology from her. Her brows tightened for a moment, then she smiled, folding her arms and looking straight at the segment director, while the camera remained trained on her.

"Sang Yijia should go apologize!"
"If not for you, Qingqing wouldn’t have fallen into the water!"
"Ugh, this is disgusting. I’ve never seen someone so shameless—Sang Yijia didn’t do anything."

Many viewers in the livestream were Lan Qing’s fans, but some had come from Yan Ningsi’s side, and quite a few were simply passersby. They had all watched the broadcast together and understood exactly what had happened from start to finish. The neutral viewers found Lan Qing and Shen Jin’s fans rather bizarre—Sang Yijia had only said a single line, and now they wanted to hold her responsible.

"Isn’t the production team also at fault?"
"I really can’t watch this anymore."
"How could people be like this?"
"It’s just repulsive."
"From the very beginning, Sang Yijia said she was worried Lan Qing’s dieting would cause hypoglycemia. It was clearly concern, but in your mouths, it becomes a malicious curse."
"I’m truly speechless."

Mo Yani was also watching the livestream, but these comments weren’t from her hired posters. Seeing more and more people stand up for Sang Yijia made Mo Yani’s heart skip a beat. Something occurred to her, and she hurriedly picked up her phone to make a call.

Meanwhile, Wei Heng had just left Qi Bin’s office when he received a call. "What’s the matter?" he asked carelessly. The information he received made him pause, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"They won’t hand over the footage?" Wei Heng chuckled softly. "Since when do they get to call the shots at my company?"

"Is this my sister’s idea, or someone else’s?" His tone sounded casual, but his assistant knew he was angry. "No, it’s just the people below," the assistant replied. "Miss Wei gave no such instruction."

Wei Heng narrowed his eyes, glancing back at Qi Bin’s office before heading to the executive elevator. The doors reflected his lazy demeanor.

"Then replace them," he said. "My company has no room for dead weight." With that, Wei Heng ended the call just as a Weibo notification popped up. He saw the trending topics rising again:

#SangYijiaMaliciousCurse#
#SangYijiaRefusesToApologize#

"What a mess," Wei Heng clicked his tongue, dialing someone to get the situation resolved—considering it an apology for having pranked Lu Wenchuan earlier.

——

Sang Yijia’s unruffled composure made the segment director’s heart skip a beat. He already regretted following the chief director’s orders. Sang Yijia had done nothing wrong—why should she apologize to Lan Qing?

"Miss Sang…" The director swallowed hard, not daring to meet her gaze.

Sang Yijia looked into the camera, her pale pink lips pursed slightly. "Apologize?"

"And why is that?" she asked earnestly. "What have I done wrong?"

"Could you give me a reason?"

Lu Wenchuan, standing at her side, had no intention of intervening. This was Sang Yijia’s affair, and at such a critical moment, if she handled it well, it could be a beautiful comeback.

Sang Yijia’s calm response left the segment director stunned for several seconds. He recalled the message from the chief director, but now, words failed him.

"Because…"

He was utterly stuck.

"Why do you even need a reason?"
"Isn’t it a fact that you made Qingqing fall into the water?"
"You lot must be sick. She just said a sentence, so what?"
"I keep saying my rival is late for work and eats instant noodles without the seasoning packet—if one day that really happens, do I have to apologize for it?"
"What kind of people are these?"
"Please use your brains."
"If you don’t have a brain, I suggest you get rebuilt."
"Or at least go back to elementary school and stop embarrassing yourselves here."

After Mo Yani bought more fake commenters, the number of people in Sang Yijia’s livestream soared, and the audience began arguing fiercely. The trending topics on Weibo brought even more passersby, most of whom saw Lan Qing and Shen Jin’s fans launching indiscriminate attacks, which quickly bred dissatisfaction with the two.

Like everyone else, Lan Qing was also watching Sang Yijia’s livestream. Seeing her composed and unflinching, Lan Qing clenched her fists, eyes fixed on the screen. She wanted to see what the supposedly brainless Sang Yijia would do next.

When the segment director remained silent, Sang Yijia smiled gently and turned to look at Lu Wenchuan, her voice cool and clear. "If I said, there are too many loose stones on the road, so be careful—"

"And then you twist your ankle later, should you blame me for that?" Her eyes sparkled as they met his.

Lu Wenchuan shook his head. "That’s my own problem. Why would I blame you?"

"Exactly. It was Lan Qing’s own carelessness. Why should I apologize?" Sang Yijia turned back to the stream, her obsidian eyes shining as brilliantly as stars in the night sky.

"I know what you’re all saying in the stream." Seeing the segment director at a loss for words, Sang Yijia continued to address the camera. "If I do something wrong, I’ll admit it and take responsibility."

"But if I didn’t do it, I absolutely won’t take the blame."

She glanced at the segment director. "I’ve said my piece. Is there anything else?"

"No, nothing," he shook his head repeatedly. Even as his phone buzzed nonstop, he refused to look at it again.

"Then let’s go." Sang Yijia turned toward Lu Wenchuan. "Sorry for using you as an example just now."

"Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?" Lu Wenchuan shot her a glance.

Sang Yijia was momentarily stunned, staring at Lu Wenchuan as he walked ahead.

After a while, seeing she hadn’t caught up, Lu Wenchuan looked back. "Coming?"

"Yes," Sang Yijia hurried after him.

The camera crew followed. The segment director lagged behind, anxiously checking his phone. The chief director had called five times and sent countless messages, but he didn’t want to look.

"What do we do now?" a colleague asked, "We’ve completely offended Sang Yijia with those words just now."

The segment director shook his head with a sigh. "What else can we do?"

"Just keep filming."

Shen Jin and Lan Qing had encountered accidents, and their tasks were suspended. Yan Ningsi and Bian He refused to do tasks on their own, while Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan had completed theirs.

The segment director felt that this episode might never see the light of day. Looking at the first pair, he couldn’t help but smile bitterly. "They really are at ease."

The chief director, seeing the segment director ignore both calls and messages, was furious, slamming the desk in anger. "Tired of living, are you?"