Wei Zijin sat on the sofa by the hotel window, the exquisite little notebook open on her knees.
Her plans to return to Jiangcheng had been postponed. The production team said they might notify her about filming at any time. Wang Xiaoliang told her not to rush; they would push it back two days and change the location to Beijing, and he would come keep her company then.
The crisis had been successfully resolved. Not only had her reputation survived, but she had also gained many female fans.
Yet her heart was still unsettled, unable to find peace.
Wang Xiaoliang's arrangements had quieted that unease, just like that.
She turned to a page, and her fingers stopped.
Be sparing in speech but truthful; speak kindly and sincerely. Utter no malicious words, spread no falsehoods, engage in no slander or mockery. A gentleman's fortune begins with his words.
Wang Xiaoliang had copied this out by hand, his handwriting beautiful and neat, every stroke carefully formed.
Wei Zijin looked at it for a long time.
She thought about the comments under every video she had posted recently. She remembered all those words-"Get out of showbiz," "Pure on the outside, actually a slut," "You're just a homewrecker trying to ride a top star's popularity."
They used to anger and hurt her. Later, she had grown numb.
Now, looking at this passage, she suddenly felt those people were rather pitiful.
Could you really feel good inside while insulting someone?
You had absolutely no idea that when you insulted people, you were damaging your own luck.
Yesterday, she had met with the lawyer Hu Yang recommended, and they had talked for nearly two hours. The lawyer told her that if it constituted defamation, the punishment was up to three years in prison, criminal detention, or