The film crew started at five, but the leading actress had yet to show up. No matter how famous she was, it was impossible to have the entire crew wait for her alone. "Go, see what the hell is going on?" Director Zhang waved his hand, feeling a bit unhappy inside. The male lead had changed into his costume, with a wide robe and luxurious attire. His appearance was tall and slender, exuding a warm and clear demeanor, like a noble young master as fair as jade. Some female staff found themselves blushing and their hearts racing. The young emperor should be high-spirited, noble and domineering, unlike the noble young master’s gentle and clear demeanor, but Dong Xieyou was an excellent actor. It was believed he would portray the legendary emperor perfectly. The man clasped his hands, the wide sleeves hanging in layers, complex and overlapping, adding a touch of nobility to him. At five in the morning, the autumn sky brightened late, yet the palace used for filming was lit as bright as day. The crew was bustling around, with a somewhat noisy environment. The man stood in the shadows away from the lights, with his eyes lowered, and nobody noticed the fleeting cold glint. "Director, something’s wrong, there’s an accident." A staff member came rushing in, almost tripping over the threshold. The director’s eyes widened like copper bells: "What on earth happened?" The staff caught their breath, "Xue... Xue Chengcheng had an accident." Everyone was astonished, and low murmurs began. "Silence, all of you." The director’s voice was like thunder, and the scene quieted immediately. The director walked briskly a few steps: "Old Liu, you take Group B to start shooting. Xiao Wang, keep control of the scene, I’ll be back soon." After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present. Someone had just taken out their phone and hadn’t typed a word before their fingers froze. "Anyone who dares leak a single word will bear the consequences themselves." His tone was authoritative and intimidating. Hastily, they put their phones away. For original chapters go to NovelHub(.)net Director Zhang let out a cold snort and swiftly turned and left. The man slightly lifted the corners of his lips, his eyes filled with a bewitching charm as the Group B director approached him: "Mr. Dong, please prepare. We’ll shoot your scenes first." At a glance, he unconsciously noticed the man’s face half-hidden in the darkness and was momentarily stunned. As if a hallucination, the man’s gentle features emerged from the shadows, with a smile as mild as a spring breeze: "Alright." Xue Chengcheng lay on the bed, unconscious. Director Zhang was furious, shouting: "What is going on?" Xue Chengcheng’s assistant, Xiao Hong, came over. Known for her steadfastness, she quickly said, "Chengcheng swallowed sleeping pills, but fortunately, it was discovered early. She’s still breathing. I’ve already called 120 and contacted the company, hoping the crew could keep this confidential because...." Director Zhang’s eyes widened in shock. Xue Chengcheng had attempted suicide. The room reverted to its original state, except for Xue Chengcheng, who lay unconscious on the bed. Xiao Hong had promptly handled the scene. Soon, Director Zhang collected himself, solemnly nodding: "I understand." Xue Chengcheng’s suicide, though thankfully not leading to death, significantly delayed the crew’s schedule. As the director overseeing everything, he had to think of more aspects. Her suicide was undoubtedly related to the recent cyberbullying, endless slander and curses. Even a mild-tempered person might find it unbearable. Although somewhat blaming Xue Chengcheng for the delay, he felt some sympathy for her. In this industry, only those with a strong enough mentality can go far, and clearly, she hadn’t cultivated well enough. Now, people’s relentless attacks had driven her to suicide; he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction from vengeance. "Alright, I know. As long as Chengcheng is okay, the crew will wait for her return." Xiao Hong furrowed her brows slightly, secretly tightening her grip on the shoulder bag slung across her. She had set an alarm in the morning, knocking on Xue Chengcheng’s door to wake her. After knocking for quite a while with no response, sensing something amiss, she forcibly entered and found Xue Chengcheng unresponsive on the bed with an opened bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table and a "confession" letter next to it. Fortunately, it was discovered early enough, with Xue Chengcheng still breathing. She immediately called 120 and then contacted Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng told her not to make any noise, saying he would rush over as soon as possible. She sincerely hoped Xue Chengcheng would be alright, for her own sake as well. arrived quickly, taking Xue Chengcheng into the ambulance. Many at the hotel witnessed it, making it impossible to keep a secret. Soon, the internet was flooded with news of Xue Chengcheng’s suicide, with all sorts of exaggerated rumors spreading, even some claiming she had died. People tend to instinctively sympathize with the weak. Previously, they cursed her as if she had committed heinous crimes; now, with her in trouble, those voices of attack gradually faded. Though some reveled in her misfortune, many more expressed sympathy, hoping Xue Chengcheng would be safe and sound. They also blamed the violent nature of today’s online environment, criticizing recklessly without knowing the facts. All Xue Chengcheng did was have a style reminiscent of Ji Yunya, possibly imitating her, but that’s hardly a grave sin. Was it necessary to blacken her reputation so thoroughly?