Was three months too short for you to get your fill of working the prison sewing machine?

A famous private hospital in Y City.

"You mean you want me to admit responsibility for this whole nasty anti-fan uprising in front of all the reporters outside?"

"Yes."

"That way, the public will see it as nothing more than an act of personal revenge, public opinion will swing their way, and those two will be fine?"

"Exactly."

"And the consequence will be that I'm the one in trouble instead, right?"

"Bingo."

Bingo, my ass.

The sheer entitlement of the demand made Xu Su laugh in anger. "Why should I?"

Why should he have to shoulder all of this?

Sure, he had dreamed of becoming a hero when he was little, but not a fall guy, okay?

Apparently certain that Xu Su would sacrifice himself for others, the man slung an overly familiar arm around his shoulders and continued trying to persuade him.

"Mr. Xu, think about it carefully. If you take the blame and help Weizhou get through this crisis, he'll definitely be grateful."

"Wouldn't that bring the two of you closer?"

"And then wouldn't you have a chance to..."

His voice rose at the end, heavy with insinuation.

Then, before Xu Su could speak, the man continued, "Don't worry. That bitch Zhuang Luo won't be a problem. I'll deal with him!"

"..."

Xu Su folded his arms and gave him a fake smile. "Not a single word about what happens to me, huh?"

This was pure bullshit.

Never mind that he was Niohuru Xu Su now and had absolutely no interest in that scumbag Li Weizhou. Just consider the nature of the incident itself-

Organizing a group brawl was illegal!

It meant prison time!

Only someone with a brain stuffed full of braised pig intestines would agree to take the fall for something this stupid!

The man, however, thought nothing of it and said breezily, "Oh, come on. Don't worry about that. We have people backing us. You'll be out in three months at most. No big deal."

"?"

Three months in prison was no big deal?

"If it's no big deal, why don't you go?"

Xu Su shook off the man's hand and gave a soft scoff. "Was three months too short for you to get your fill of working the prison sewing machine?"

The man laughed awkwardly. "Xu Su, you really are..."

"Funny, right? Then laugh some more. May you always keep smiling and have good fortune come your way. Goodbye."

Xu Su waved his sleeve and left without taking a single cloud with him.

"..."

After standing there speechless for a few seconds, Microstar Entertainment's general manager strode into Li Weizhou's hospital room.

"This is outrageous!"

He roared furiously, "All I asked was for him to spend a few months in prison! It's such a tiny little thing, and he actually dared to refuse me!"

"..."

Li Weizhou was alone in the room. Hearing those utterly inhumane words, even knowing the man was trying to help him, he barely resisted cursing, Did you have your fucking brain removed?

Fortunately, reason fought its way through and helped him swallow those words.

Although he normally looked down on this useless rich kid who had only landed the general manager position through connections, he really did need Microstar Entertainment's help right now.

Otherwise, he truly would have no way out.

With a heavy sigh, he comforted the other man instead. "Don't be angry, Yu Le. This isn't entirely Xu Su's fault. I used to ignore him, so it's only natural that he doesn't want to help me now."

"He's way too petty! No wonder you're not interested in someone that small-minded!"

Yu Le considered himself quite close to Li Weizhou and kept indignantly taking his side.

After listening for a while, Li Weizhou found the noise grating and steered the conversation back on track. "Let's figure out how to resolve the situation first."

Yu Le was a rich kid famous in nightlife circles. Before becoming Microstar Entertainment's general manager, he had barely done any proper work, so when his family parachuted him into the position, he had received plenty of disdain, both openly and behind his back.

Now, barely any time into his new appointment, he was facing the enormous crisis of the company's top star being blacklisted. Outsiders would probably look down on him even more.

Without giving his pig brain much of a workout, he made a decision-

He would save Li Weizhou! That would prove his ability!

"Oh, right!"

A brilliant idea immediately occurred to him. "We don't necessarily need Xu Su to admit responsibility to steer public opinion toward a personal grudge!"

"You mean...?"

Li Weizhou's injuries weren't severe, but they weren't minor either. For the moment, his mind was occupied by the pain, and he failed to grasp Yu Le's intention.

Yu Le slapped his deliberately well-bandaged arm and said excitedly, "Don't you have any other enemies?"

Li Weizhou: "..."

Meanwhile, after confirming that Xu Su was completely unharmed, Director Yu agreed to let him leave the hospital on his own.

When he reached the first basement level, his manager Cheng Nan called.

"Hello, Nan-"

"Hey, Xu Su! Are the examinations done? How did they go? Are you okay?"

Cheng Nan sounded rather agitated.

Xu Su walked slowly toward the exit and said calmly, "No. The doctor said I'm weak and frail and need thirty-seven consecutive years off to recover, so don't bother me during that time."

Cheng Nan: ?

Thirty-seven years?

Just in time for retirement?

So he didn't want to work a single day, huh?

"Cut the crap."

Having understood Xu Su's wishful thinking, Cheng Nan shattered his beautiful dream and gave his instructions.

"Isn't Return to a Simple Life suspending filming for a few days? Don't sit around during the break. I've signed you up for a few endorsement deals. Now that you've suddenly become popular again, we need to make more money. I sent the address to your WeChat. Be there at five sharp tomorrow!"

With that, Cheng Nan quickly hung up. "That's it! Bye!"

He gave Xu Su no chance to refuse.

Xu Su wasn't angry about it. He quietly opened a ride-hailing app to book a ride.

Cheng Nan had only said to meet at five tomorrow. He hadn't specified five in the morning or five in the afternoon. As long as Xu Su showed up at "five," that would do.

While he was debating whether to book an economy ride or a premium one, a Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped in front of him.

As the window slowly rolled down, a familiar face came into view.

"Where are you going?"

The man in the back seat asked softly.

Xu Su blinked. Instead of answering, he asked, "How come you haven't gone back yet, crown prince?"

It was none other than Huo Yuchen.

In this anti-fan uprising (group brawl), the only two people injured were the two culprits, Li Weizhou and Zhuang Luo. The other four guests were all fine.