After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Thinking of this, she didn't hesitate at all and immediately dialed her agent, Sister Hui's, number.

A sound.

Two sounds.

The phone rang for almost half a minute before it was finally answered, just before it was about to hang up automatically.

A series of keystrokes and the clatter of documents being flipped through came through the receiver, followed by Sister Hui's cold and somewhat impatient voice:

"Hey, what do you want?"

Ye Wanxing gripped her phone tightly and questioned directly, "Sister Hui, why has my main Weibo account been locked?"

"I asked them to lock it, so what?" On the other end of the phone, Sister Hui's tone was completely undisguised:

"If I don't lock your account, am I supposed to just stand by and watch you use your account with over 50 million followers to whitewash a lousy roadside stall?!"

"That's not whitewashing, that's the truth!"

Ye Wanxing's eyes reddened, and her voice rose a few decibels: "I paid for my own breakfast yesterday morning and had the driver run an errand for me. I accidentally sent it to the wrong account!"

"Boss Lin's shop didn't try to ride the wave of popularity at all, nor did it deceive consumers! Their pricing has always been the same!"

"Now they're being universally condemned as a heartless business, their doors are blocked by those internet celebrities, they can't even operate normally! The fault is all mine, I'm issuing a clarification to set the record straight, what's wrong with that?!"

"What's the problem?"

"Ye Wanxing, have you lost your mind from filming?! One of your commercial Weibo posts costs millions! Every move you make is directly tied to the company's stock price and the whims of the investors!"

Sister Hui coldly reprimanded, "You're actually going to argue with millions of netizens over a lousy restaurant?!"

"If you issue a statement, the haters will only keep attacking you, saying you were paid to whitewash the situation!"

"If you lose endorsements and popularity, affecting the 500 million yuan investment in 'The Female General,' can you afford to compensate for that?!"

"Hundreds of people in the company depend on you for their livelihood! Are you trying to make everyone starve because of your own whims?!"

"I... my studio has enough compensation money. If the brand breaches the contract, I will bear all the losses myself!" Ye Wanxing said through gritted teeth.

"You'll take responsibility? What will you use to take responsibility?!"

Sister Hui interrupted her directly: "Do you think you're all grown up now and can do whatever you want?"

"Let me tell you, your agency contract is still with the company! As long as the contract hasn't expired, you are an asset of the company!"

"It's just a small, run-down breakfast shop that's closed down; that's its own bad luck, what's it to you?"

"How many coins does it earn in a month? Can it compare to your tens of millions in endorsement fees?"

"It's just a roadside stall that went out of business. The whole internet will forget about it in a couple of days. And you're actually yelling at me for something so lowly?!"

"Inferior people?"

Ye Wanxing trembled with anger: "They cook with their own skills, earn their living through their craft, and make money honestly. How come they're considered inferior?!"

"What kind of behavior is it for me to turn a blind eye and watch others be slandered and defamed just to protect my own business interests?!"

"That's called profit!"

"I don't care how much you sympathize with that small shop, but in this industry, companies only care about profits and risk control!"

Sister Hui didn't bother with moral arguments and issued an ultimatum over the phone: "From now on, your official Weibo account is under the full control of the public relations department!"

"If I find out you dare to post even a single random word online, the company will immediately initiate breach of contract and freeze you out. All your film projects, red carpet appearances, and fashion events for the second half of the year will be canceled!"

"Stay on set and finish filming, don't cause me any more trouble!"

"Smack."

Without leaving any room for negotiation, Sister Hui hung up the phone immediately.

All that came through the receiver was a cold, piercing busy tone.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The carriage fell into a deathly silence, with only the central air conditioning blowing warm air.

Ye Wanxing's hand, which was holding her phone, fell limply to the sofa. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and her chest heaved violently due to a feeling of tightness.

Xiaoyu, who was standing next to her, turned pale with fright and didn't dare to breathe.

Having followed Ye Wanxing for so long, this was the first time she had ever seen Sister Hui speak so coldly and harshly.

"Sister Wanxing..." Xiaoyu whispered, her eyes also reddening.

"Sister Hui has always only cared about money, not people... There's really nothing we can do right now. If you're really blacklisted by the company, all the suffering you've endured these past few years will have been for nothing..."

Ye Wanxing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly held back the tears welling up in her eyes.

Looking at the photo of the dark green lunchbox with "Lin's Shop" printed on it in her phone's album, she felt a deep sense of frustration and helplessness.

……

At the same time.

Jiangcheng, Phoenix Golden Street.

The Lin family shop's doors were tightly shut, secured with heavy brass locks.

A warm yellow chandelier illuminated the lobby, completely shutting out the cold and noise outside.

Next to the sink in the kitchen, Lin Fan had just cooked two simple home-style dishes.

A plate of stir-fried purple jade bamboo shoots with shredded pork, a plate of scrambled eggs with garlic and tomatoes, and a large bowl of freshly cooked, steaming hot Lingquan fish soup.

Lin Fan carried the dishes out of the kitchen and placed them on the small square table next to the bar.

"Xiaoxiao, bring Tuantuan over to wash her hands and eat." Lin Fan pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Here you are!"

Su Xiaoxiao held the hand of Tuantuan, who had just woken up, and carefully washed her little hands by the sink before sitting the little girl in her special high chair.

Lin Yi served four bowls of rice and laid them out in order.

The four people sat around a small table.

Tuantuan held a small wooden spoon in her hand, eating a mouthful of rice and a sip of fish soup, her little mouth glistening with oil.

While shoveling rice into her mouth, Su Xiaoxiao placed her phone beside her and casually opened Weibo.

The video posted by Dapeng is still among the top trending topics in the city, and the comments section is filled with all sorts of bandwagon insults. Ye Wanxing's main account, apart from reposting the official costume photos from the production team, has remained completely silent.

Su Xiaoxiao swallowed the rice in her mouth and looked up at Lin Fan:

"Brother Lin, Ye Wanxing hasn't said anything since then. I guess her agency is suppressing it. People online are still making a fuss."

Lin Fan calmly placed a piece of tender fish on his daughter's plate, carefully removing the small bones and putting it into a small bowl.

"It's the same whether you make a sound or not."

"We rely on our own skills in the catering industry; it's unrealistic to expect others to help us get ahead."

"It's good to be closed today for some peace and quiet. I'll take this time to rest and wait until the streets are completely deserted before making any more noise."