A Divine Farmer

Chapter 250 - Mrs. Yang's Dirty Trick!

Yanjing.

Chu Wenwen, who shot to fame after starring in a commercial and quickly captivated audiences nationwide, was a guest on an interview show.

Wenwen, a stunning beauty from every angle, radiated such allure on stage that the atmosphere was electric with excitement.

“I've heard that you're not considering any film roles at the moment, Wenwen, but that you've already scheduled a concert. Is that correct?” the host inquired eagerly.

“Yes, I'm excited about the possibility of film work, but I haven't yet found a role that's quite right for me,” Wenwen replied with a hint of regret. “Though I've been in the industry for quite some time, I haven't really built up much experience over the years. I'm well aware that I'm not yet ready to take on just any character. As a natural-born perfectionist, I don't want to have any regrets, so I'm waiting for the right role to come along. I hope to show everyone what I can do in a film someday. As for the concert, it's something I'm very passionate about, and I hope everyone will come out to support it.”

“Let me just say, Wenwen, that people wouldn't hesitate to support you, even if it meant going through fire and water,” the host joked. “But I'm curious about something. I've heard the concert is set in a remote village in Qingyang City. Is there a special reason for that choice of location?”

“Many people know me from the commercials I've done, and as you may be aware, Qingyang is where Elegant Dragon Advertising products are made,” Wenwen said with a gentle smile, as if reminiscing about that chapter of her life. “It was there that I met the most important person in my life…”

“My goodness, our interview has unearthed quite the revelation! So, I must ask—who is this fortunate man who's become the most important in your life, Wenwen? Do you think I stand a chance?” the host asked with feigned solemnity.

Wenwen quickly clarified with a smile, “I think there's been a misunderstanding. When I say ‘important,' I mean they've been a pivotal turning point in my acting career—they are my patrons.”

“Well, it seems I haven't uncovered any sensational news, which is a shame. But is that the only reason for choosing that venue?” the host pressed. “I've heard that the village's conditions are quite harsh. Have you thought about the challenges you might face there, which could potentially disrupt the concert?”

“I'm confident that it won't disappoint me because it's the luckiest place I've ever been,” Chu Wenwen said, her eyes brimming with genuine longing. “After I suggested the location, Director Wan personally checked it out. When he returned, he was set on it. He said he'd never seen such a beautiful place and that not holding a concert there would be the biggest regret of his career!”

Hearing this, the host grew excited. “You've really piqued my interest. I can't wait to see what this mysterious village looks like,” the host remarked. “Well, let's wish Wenwen's concert great success in advance…”

Elsewhere, two people watched Chu Wenwen's eloquent interview on TV, their eyes blazing with fury.

“Mrs. Yang, Chu Wenwen is getting too bold, stepping over us. You need to come up with a plan!” Cheng Yanyan said, slamming her cup down on the table.

“Don't worry, her pride won't last long. I've heard Fong Zihao has taken an interest in her. He's a popular young director with several hits under his belt and quite talented. However, none of the actresses in his films come out unscathed. No one can refuse him, especially since his father is Fong Jiancheng of East Sun Film and Television. Rejecting him means you're finished in this industry,” Mrs. Yang explained with insider knowledge.

Cheng Yanyan was still seething. “We can't just sit back and wait. What if Chu Wenwen changes her tune and gets involved with Fong Zihao? We'll be left with nothing!”

Mrs. Yang paused, realizing she hadn't considered this possibility.

Chu Wenwen used to be seen as virtuous and steadfast, but after suddenly rising to fame over the past few years, who could say if she had changed?

And there was the matter of the Elegant Dragon Advertising campaign, which seemed suspiciously like a push to promote her. Would they invest so much without expecting something in return from Chu Wenwen?

They had met the CEO of Elegant Dragon Advertising before. Sure, the CEO was a woman, but the man involved… that was uncertain.

Maybe their earlier guess was right. Perhaps Zhang Xiaolong had been charmed by Chu Wenwen, and he convinced Elegant Dragon Drinks to sponsor her.

Reflecting on it now was pointless. They couldn't possibly run over to tell Chen Yaru, and even if they did, she wouldn't believe them.

“You're right. We can't just stand by and watch Chu Wenwen charm Fong Zihao. Once that vixen gets her chance, she'll definitely make us regret it,” Mrs. Yang said with a sly grin. “So, let's stir the pot a bit.”

“How do we do that?” Cheng Yanyan was still puzzled.

“Just watch me,” Mrs. Yang said as she picked up her phone and dialed. “Hello, Director Fong? It's Mrs. Yang, Cheng Yanyan's friend.”

“Mrs. Yang? What can I do for you?” Fong Zihao's voice came through, polite as ever. It sounded like he was in the middle of something in bed, but he still took the time to answer her call.

Mrs. Yang quickly offered a modest reply, “I wouldn't dare overstep in your presence. Yanyan has spoken of you more than once, watching your films over and over, absolutely enamored with them…”

“Mrs. Yang, you're referring to Cheng Yanyan, correct?”

“That's right, that's right…”

“I consider you a veteran in our circle, so you probably know my preferences,” Fong Zihao continued, his attention seemingly divided. “I always prefer something new. I'm not too keen on second-hand goods, let alone something that's been passed around nine times.”

Cheng Yanyan was fuming at his words, but Mrs. Yang gave her a cautionary glance in time to keep her composure.

“Then may I interest you in something new? A fresh face has recently emerged,” Mrs. Yang said with a sycophantic smile. “You're familiar with Chu Wenwen, aren't you?”

“Oh? You've connected with Chu Wenwen? She takes your advice?” Fong Zihao sounded as if he'd pushed aside whatever he was doing, eliciting a huff of displeasure from the other end.

“Absolutely. Whatever Director Fong desires, we make sure to accommodate,” Mrs. Yang assured him with a chuckle. “When might you be free for a meal? I'd like to introduce you to Wenwen. She's quite the shy one, so please, be gentle with her. Give her a little respect. As for what happens later, well, we all understand the nature of mutual consent. It could open up a whole new world of possibilities for you, Director Fong.”

“Hahahaha…” Fong Zihao chuckled heartily over the phone, “Mrs. Yang truly lives up to her reputation. She's a veteran in her field. Alright then, let's get together for a casual dinner at eight tomorrow evening. Don't worry, I'll make sure to foster a good rapport with her.”