Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Geng Bin's ex-wife was his college classmate and was not in the entertainment industry.

That's all Wang Liping knows.

Before hanging up, Wang Liping offered a word of advice: "Ruoxi, the entertainment industry is all about luck and fate. Hey, when you're in this industry, sometimes you can't help but believe in that."

"Some things are difficult to handle, but isn't that God helping you out?"

Fang Ruoxi knew that Wang Liping was just like that.

He will do everything he can to help whoever he's on his side, and he'll get used to playing the 'bad guy'.

Upon hearing this, Fang Ruoxi knew that Wang Liping considered her one of his own, just like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"Yes, Brother Liping, I understand, thank you."

Wang Liping chuckled twice and hung up the phone.

"You don't look like a good person when you smile." Li Tianwang's voice suddenly came from behind, startling Wang Liping.

He turned around and saw Li Ming, a tall man of 1.8 meters, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, squinting at him.

Wang Liping clutched his heart, "You've finished recording your song?"

Li Ming pointed to his throat. "Take a break."

Thinking back to that "Brother Liping" he had just heard, Wang Liping's face lit up with a silly, goofy smile.

Then look at Li Ming; the comparison is like a critical hit dealing damage.

Back then, he was afraid that Li Ming, that silly deer, would be taken advantage of by the "villains" in the circle, so he gave him a lot of good advice behind his back.

As a result, this guy argued with me every time because of his so-called 'friends'.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Li Ming felt uncomfortable being looked at sideways by Wang Liping.

Wang Liping: "Look at Ruoxi, when I say the same thing, she appreciates it and calls me 'Brother Liping.' And look at you, sigh! It's so unfair!"

Li Ming thought for a moment, "You advise Ruoxi not to go to Geng Bin?"

Before Wang Liping could answer, Li Ming asked again, "Is she still looking for Geng Bin?"

Wang Liping took a breath and opened his mouth to speak, but then Li Ming asked again, "If you try to persuade her, will she listen?"

Wang Liping: "..."

"Oh, I didn't hear it. Okay, I'll go back to recording." Li Ming turned around and went back into the recording studio.

The door slammed shut.

Wang Liping mimicked the local dialect, "What's wrong with you?"

……

That night, Fang Ruoxi had a dream all night long.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the moment she woke up, the dream became somewhat blurry.

I can vaguely remember...

She dreamt that after she first transmigrated, she was subjected to terrible mistreatment.

Once you go online, you can see everyone's malice towards you.

The overwhelming malice was suffocating.

And so, Fang Ruoxi stood on the hospital rooftop and lightly leaped...

Fang Ruoxi slowly sat up.

She lowered her eyes, lost in thought, when there was a gentle knock on the door of her room.

"Ruoxi, you got up so late today, are you not feeling well?"

When Zhang Xiaomeng opened her eyes, she didn't see Fang Ruoxi running and immediately became worried.

Fearing that Fang Ruoxi was sick and uncomfortable, and also afraid of disturbing her rest, he hesitated for half an hour before finally knocking on the door.

"Come in, Xiaomeng." Fang Ruoxi had just woken up, and her voice was a little soft, not as clear as usual.

It's the kind of thing that would make any girl's ears burn and want to call her "sister."

Zhang Xiaomeng pushed open the door and poked her head in.

I noticed that Fang Ruoxi had already gotten up.

"Hey, you're up. Are you feeling unwell today?"

Fang Ruoxi goes for a morning run every day without fail.

Zhang Xiaomeng was very worried because she didn't do that today.

"Okay, I'll practice in a bit."

Fang Ruoxi stood too high in her past life, and was all alone and lonely.

It wasn't that she was aloof, but rather that because of her reputation, people around her naturally felt distant from her.

A best friend like Zhang Xiaomeng is a first for me, even in both my lifetimes.

She lowered her eyes slightly, "I suddenly had a dream."

"Hmm? What kind of dream?"

Fang Ruoxi said, "Do you remember when 'I' was still at Guanghua, and because I refused to accept the unspoken rules, Guanghua maliciously fabricated negative stories about me?"

Zhang Xiaomeng angrily put her hands on her hips, transforming into a little demon, "Of course I remember! Those scumbags!"

Fang Ruoxi asked, "What if I'm really forced into a corner at that time?"

Guanghua is still embroiled in lawsuits and its reputation is terrible.

The revelations that have been made are all shocking.

Just by following Fang Ruoxi's words, Zhang Xiaomeng felt a sharp pain in her chest.

She said firmly, "Hey! Ruoxi! You have me! No matter when, no matter what the circumstances, I will always help you!"

Fang Ruoxi felt a warmth in her heart.

"Yes, in those situations... you just hope someone will lend a hand."

Zhang Xiaomeng pondered these words, "Are you still thinking about what happened with Geng Bin?"

Fang Ruoxi nodded, "I feel sorry for him because we are of the same kind, and I want to help him."

Zhang Xiaomeng is naive and speaks her mind freely to people she doesn't trust.

"Hey, has there been any progress on that matter? Zou Rong bought a plane ticket to Country D this morning, and he found Geng Bin's wife, didn't he?"

Fang Ruoxi: "??"

Seeing Fang Ruoxi's shocked expression, Zhang Xiaomeng suddenly felt a little guilty.

Zou Rong seemed to be saying that Ruoxi couldn't be told about this.

"Um, are you hungry? I'll make..." Suddenly remembering she couldn't cook, Zhang Xiaomeng hesitated, "I'll make takeout for you!"

Fang Ruoxi: "..."

She grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng and said, "Come on, tell me how President Zou found Geng Bin's ex-wife."

Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes were bright and darting around nervously.

"Um, sigh, Ruoxi, isn't it enough that the result is good?"

"Once Zou Rong brings him back, hey, Geng Bin will have something to look forward to. He'll stop courting death, want to make money, agree to sign with us, and sing for you. Perfect, right?"

Fang Ruoxi: "..."

Was the method legal?

Zhang Xiaomeng: "Is having money...legal?"

People cannot live without social interaction.

Geng Bin was once very popular. His wife is not in the entertainment industry, and most of his friends are also outside the industry.

Even though you've gone abroad, your family and friends are still in China, so you'll always keep in touch.

With a large sum of money thrown at him, Zou Rong obtained the complete set of information, from the address and house number to the postal code and mobile phone number.

Fang Ruoxi was once again impressed by her company's young boss.

This person is even more reckless than her.

……

At 12:11 PM, Zou Rong's plane landed at the airport in the capital of Country D.

Country D is also an island nation.

Where there is sea, there is no shortage of shipping; and where there is shipping, there is no shortage of the Zou family.

Sure enough, as soon as Zou Rong came out of the pass, he saw someone holding a sign to welcome him.

"Mr. Zou."

The newcomer was a burly man with dark skin who spoke fluent Mandarin.

Zou Rong nodded and handed the luggage to the burly man. "Just buy some food along the way, and we'll go straight to the place I sent you."

"Okay, Mr. Zou."

“It’s only a two-hour drive to Pattaya, let’s drive there.”

"As for train travel, D country is really not as good as ours; it's not as fast as driving."

As they spoke, the two had already gotten into the car.

Zou Rong had a look of 'certainty and determination' on his face; you'd think he was there to discuss a multi-million dollar deal.

The driver, who was also the local guide, dared not slack off and kept the accelerator pressed down the whole way.

The journey that used to take more than two hours was shortened by 30 minutes.

The black Mercedes stopped in the old villa district of Bacheng, surrounded by green banana leaves.

"Mr. Zou, this is it."

Zou Rong straightened his suit collar and stepped out of the car with confident strides.

The large iron gate outside the villa has a doorbell and a video phone.

Zou Rong rang the doorbell.

A short while later, a wary woman's voice came from the other end of the video call, "Who are you? Who are you looking for?"

Zou Rong cleared his throat and deliberately adopted a low, bubbly voice, "Hello, are you Mrs. He Junzhu, Geng Bin's wife?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice said, "You've got the wrong person."

The call is hung up.

Zou Rong rang the doorbell again, but the other party did not answer.

Helpless, he rolled up his sleeves and did something he had never done in his life before—something extremely rude.

“Ms. He!” Zou Rong shouted at the top of his lungs.

"As the sage said, sometimes what you see is not necessarily the truth!"

"Moreover, there are many scoundrels in the entertainment industry, and some misunderstandings have arisen. More than ten years have passed, and it's time for justice to be served!"

Zou Rong shouted for ten minutes straight, and all the neighbors came out to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, Geng Bin's ex-wife remained steadfast.

The driver sitting in the car was completely dumbfounded.

Zou Rong pulled at his tie with one hand as he walked toward the car.

The driver quickly got down and opened the car door for him.

Unexpectedly, Zou Rong, speaking in a low voice, asked, "Is there a loudspeaker?"

driver:"???"