The page refreshed, but only old news about Gu Chengyu appeared.
As for her own latest related headlines, they were still press releases from a brand event she attended a few days ago, where she looked radiant in the photos.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
No scandalous photos of her in a swimsuit;
No humiliating scene of her heartfelt confession being ruthlessly dismissed;
No images of Gu Chengyu walking away with that little bitch in his arms;
And certainly no headlines about Lin Shu becoming the laughingstock of the industry.
A flicker of stunned disbelief flashed through Lin Shu’s hollow eyes, quickly replaced by something darker and more sinister.
It had been suppressed.
Completely, thoroughly.
Lin Shu didn’t know Zhou Yu'an had intervened. Last night, after Gu Chengyu left, she had stormed out immediately, and no one stopped her.
She had fully expected today’s headlines to be flooded with gossip, but the outcome defied her expectations.
Lin Shu abruptly sat up straight, her fingers tightening around her phone, trembling slightly from the force.
Who?
Who had the power to erase every trace of last night’s explosive scandal—one that had taken place in an elite club with so many witnesses—in such a short time?
It couldn’t possibly be Gu Chengyu.
With his arrogant, domineering personality, when had he ever cared about tabloid gossip?
He practically reveled in the media painting him as a reckless playboy—it was his nature, and he never bothered hiding it.
Every time a new woman appeared by his side, hadn’t the rumors always spread like wildfire?
Then was it Shen Que? Qin Yu?
Or that ever-enigmatic Zhou Yu'an?
Whoever among them had stepped in…
A cold, twisted smile slowly curled Lin Shu’s lips.
For her, this outcome was an unexpected blessing.
Since it hadn’t blown up publicly, in the eyes of the masses—those oblivious fans and casual observers—
Lin Shu was still the untouchable, sought-after, ever-booked glamorous superstar!
And Su Qianqian?
Just some nobody rookie who had barely made a name for herself, stuck at the bottom of Shen Media’s contract list, easy to crush underfoot!
As for those rich young masters and their arm candy who had witnessed everything last night?
Lin Shu smirked silently.
She knew the rules of this world all too well.
Once those powerful men decided to bury a story, no one dared whisper about it in private.
No one would risk their wrath by leaking the details.
Those so-called witnesses would simply choose to forget everything that had happened.
For now, all Lin Shu had lost was Gu Chengyu’s backing.
But she hadn’t lost the game yet!
She still had her face, her figure, the connections and tactics she’d honed over years in this cutthroat industry.
And most importantly—she still held that little bitch’s Achilles’ heel: the contract.
The thought of that exorbitant agreement sent a thrill of satisfaction through Lin Shu.
But then, confusion crept in.
Why hadn’t Gu Chengyu helped Su Qianqian out of this mess?
Why hadn’t he used his influence to tear up that contract and pave her way to stardom?
Lin Shu couldn’t figure it out.
Was that little bitch playing the prideful card, refusing to rely on a man?
Or did Gu Chengyu simply not care enough about her—just a fling, not worth the effort of fixing such a trivial problem?
Either way, it worked in her favor.
The more independent Su Qianqian was, the more she struggled under that oppressive contract, the more room Lin Shu had to maneuver.
She had countless ways to make that delusional upstart—who thought she’d climbed into the upper echelons—fall harder and hurt worse than she had last night.
"Su Qianqian…"
Lin Shu stared at her phone screen as if she could see through the cold glass to that pretty face—perhaps being coddled in Gu Chengyu’s hands right now.
Her red-nailed finger swiped viciously over the search history where "Su Qianqian" had once been typed.
"Big star versus little rookie…"
"We’ll see."
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating half her face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, all that remained on her stunning features was a bone-chilling madness.
