Chapter 20 How Dare You Offend the Princess of the Entertainment Industry?

At this moment, faced with Ji Ya’s questioning, Si Shaozhe feigned innocence, waving his hand as if nothing had happened.
“Is there some kind of misunderstanding between us? I haven’t said a word…”
“But to be honest, let me put it this way: Lin Yu’s so-called skills aren’t worth being surprised over. His martial arts are nothing to write home about.”
“I’ve interacted with many renowned foreign martial arts experts before, and in their eyes, Tai Chi is the most showy, least aggressive form of martial arts!”
“And besides, is it not allowed to speak the truth on this show anymore?”
“May I ask if the production team has become a dictatorship?”
Si Shaozhe’s provocative words sent a wave of shock across the faces of those present.
Yet among them, a small number of popular celebrities with some standing in the industry openly sided with Si Shaozhe, supporting his viewpoint.
“Honestly, Tai Chi does look like flowery moves without substance! Just look at those martial arts stars—they’re all just imitating foreign films, aren’t they?”
“Support for giegie! It’s so cool of him to speak his mind and stand up to authority in this situation!”
“Not gonna lie, Lin Yu’s performance just now was actually pretty impressive…”
“It’s all for show! Giegie’s right—if foreign action stars were here, Lin Yu would look too weak, let’s be honest.”
“Can you all stop arguing? Did it occur to you that maybe Lin Yu was just exercising, not trying to show off?”
“To the person above, he was obviously trying to steal the spotlight! Going out to sea earlier, now this Tai Chi—he just wants to take attention away from our giegie! What a cunning man!”
“Is all this malice really necessary? Of course the show wants to film what catches the eye. Isn’t it all the director’s decision anyway? No need to take it out on the guests, right?”
“Exactly, and Lin Yu never asked for the camera on him, did he? The crew did it themselves.”
“Enough talk, just fight it out already!”
…
The rabid fans started defending their idols blindly, and the bickering was a spectacle in itself.
Each camp had its supporters, but the hottest debate in the comments was whether Tai Chi was merely for show or not.
Lin Yu had not read the comments at all; he didn’t care much about what others thought of him.
In this life, he only wanted to live for himself—do what he wanted, seize his own happiness.

Even if he knew about the heated arguments, at most he would feel helpless.
With the internet so developed these days, countless keyboard warriors hide behind their screens, pretending to be heroes, but if they were to stand before him, not one could withstand a single Tai Chi move from him.
But there was nothing to be done; the internet shielded all sorts of self-righteousness, regardless of whether someone was a monster or a true idiot.
So long as they hid behind a screen, they crowned themselves gods and looked down on everyone.
At this point, Ji Ya’s expression was fascinating to behold—she wanted to curse him out, but with cameras rolling, she had to force herself to remain elegant and composed.
Bai Yichu, who played the high-cold persona for the public, was inwardly seething, but could only grit her teeth in silence.
Everyone moved in the same circles; it was easy to see through Si Shaozhe’s intentions, to know whether he was a person or a snake.
Though angry, as the industry princess, Ji Ya had the composure to endure such minor grievances.
Now, her only concern was to quickly figure out which path Lin Yu intended to take.
Only by cultivating him to surpass Si Shaozhe could she reach the pinnacle and dismiss all doubts from above.
After practicing Tai Chi for a while, Lin Yu felt his body refreshed and stopped his exercise.
He gathered his energy, calmed his breath, and felt invigorated, as if he had just woken from a restorative sleep.
Only then did he realize that nearly all the show’s guests had come out to watch him.
Strangely, there were three more bystanders in this round.
Before Lin Yu could recall who these three were, Bai Yichu, coming out from the villa and noticing the confusion on his face, kindly introduced them.
“This is Lin Yun Yue.”
A woman of about one meter seventy, delicate features, fair skin, standing among the crowd with an ethereal grace—she was strikingly beautiful. She glanced at Lin Yu and smiled gently, as if a clear stream had flowed through his heart.
Lin Yu quickly averted his gaze.
He knew too well—the cameras were surely trained on their first encounter at this moment. A brief greeting was all that was needed; if he kept looking, people would gossip.
The last thing he wanted was to be embroiled in scandals before even making his official debut.
Standing next to Lin Yun Yue was another beautiful woman, whom Bai Yichu introduced as Xu Mengbai.
This girl had a reputation for being pure and fresh, yet her attire was anything but—she wore a low-cut mini-dress paired with sheer stockings, her lower half clad in high boots.
With her enviable figure, the dress accentuated her curves, revealing a striking expanse of fair skin—at a glance, she was easily a 36D…

At that moment, the camera just happened to capture the two female guests standing together.
Almost instinctively, the frame panned downward, focusing on the viewers’ favorite peaks.
Instantly, the comments were flooded with wolfish remarks, covering the girls’ faces and leaving only their upper bodies visible.
Beneath the snow-white allure, few could resist such temptation.
As a result, the livestream’s ratings soared.
Of course, some fans tried to shield their idols, but their voices were quickly drowned out by exclamations of “so big!” and “so fair!”
Now, all four beauties of the show were present.
Each had her own unique charm, and in terms of looks, they had assembled the four great beauties in name and in fact.
From the elegant southern belle Ji Ya, the cool northern queen Bai Yichu, the naturally graceful Lin Yun Yue with the demeanor of a lady from ancient times, to the fiery Xu Mengbai whose temperament was at odds with her delicate name.
These four standing together were the main draw of the show’s ratings.
The final bystander was the eldest among the eight celebrity participants: the film emperor Qiu Shishang, already forty but so well-preserved that he appeared no older than twenty-five—a distinguished uncle.
As a junior, Lin Yu greeted him respectfully.
Contrary to his reputed aloofness, Qiu Shishang shed all airs of superiority and responded with warmth and courtesy.
With all eight invited guests present, the number of viewers in the livestream reached its peak, instantly surpassing a million.
After exchanging pleasantries, the production team allowed the weary guests some time to rest and prepare for the evening’s performances.
Lin Yu returned upstairs to his room, now thoroughly familiar with his surroundings, and lay in the bathtub, marveling at the luxury.
No wonder this romance reality show had an investment of over a hundred million—the bathtub even had a massage function. No matter how many times he bathed, it would never get old.