The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Since the last meeting with Ge Lingsheng, Ling Chunann has seen him around on numerous occasions. However, Ge always seemed to be in a hurry, too busy to engage much. Of course, there wasn't any personal interaction between the two, so any potential collaboration naturally fell through. Qin Mu never inquired about what exactly happened that day with Ling Chunann, but Ge Lingsheng's recently frantic state suggests that he might have seriously irked the small-minded man.

With the annual domestic Jinfeng Award approaching, both fans and musicians are becoming increasingly restless. This award is considered the highest official honor in Huaguo's music industry. Even just being nominated is a great honor for a musician, signifying not only recognition but also an elevation in their market value.

Ling Chunann's debut album has already sold over ten million copies, with several songs ranking in the top 100 on Music Home, making his nomination for the Best New Artist at the Jinfeng Awards a foregone conclusion. Had he been in the industry a bit longer, he likely would have been nominated for the Best Singer award as well.

This year, the only real competition for Ling Chunann is Chen Ziyao, who debuted at the same time as him. They both have diamond albums, are signed with top international entertainment companies, and started their careers simultaneously, placing them in direct competition.

Seeing Ling Chunann yawning lazily in a rocking chair by the window, 098 wishes it could drag him into a fight with that person who has been bad-mouthing him lately. "Host, those fans of Chen Ziyao are too much. Are you really going to let it slide?" "Let her slander," Ling Chunann replied, closing his eyes, his voice drowsy. He hadn't slept well last night and was woken up early by a man worried he hadn't eaten enough. Now, he was feeling sleepy again.

For Ling Chunann, while the Jinfeng Award is important, it's not essential. His goal is the Best Female Singer award at the Weylan International Music Association, which is held every five years. There are still over three years left, which might seem short, but according to his plan, it's plenty of time. Thus, he hasn't been paying much attention to the provocations from Chen Ziyao's supporters.

Lately, the male lead has been unusually calm, not publishing works from another world as he did in the story. 098 has speculated a few times with Ling Chunann whether the male lead might be plotting something, but Ling Chunann always brushed it off with "You're overthinking it."

Seeing Ling Chunann fall asleep again, 098 feels somewhat defeated. It's like the emperor isn't in a hurry, but the eunuch is. Yet, seeing those false accusations, it can't help but get angry. What's all this nonsense about hooking up with directors and music producers? Does Ling Chunann, with his status, really need to seduce a minor director? And that music producer, Ling Chunann hasn't even met him, so how could they possibly be connected?

The more 098 sees, the angrier it gets. But without Ling Chunann's instruction, it dares not deal with these messages on its own. "Ho..." it begins to speak, but then falls silent upon seeing Qin Mu enter.

Seeing Ling Chunann asleep again, a hint of helplessness appears in Qin Mu's smile. He then kneels beside Ling Chunann, gently tidies the hair on his forehead, and carefully lifts him into bed.

Just as Qin Mu stands up, the phone on the bedside table lights up. Qin Mu frowns, silences it before it can ring, covers Ling Chunann with a blanket, kisses him on the cheek, and takes the phone outside.

Liang Jingsnow wakes Ling Chunann with a call. It's already 11 p.m. After noticing the empty other half of the bed, Ling Chunann answers the phone. The girl is overly lively, "Susu sister, that Chen Ziyao is too arrogant. She's claiming you're being kept by President Qin and even spread fake photos to slander you. Me and An Yu sister can't stand it!" Ling Chunann, still half asleep, blinks in confusion.

"Susu sister, don't worry. Me and An Yu sister both believe in you. And your boyfriend is way more handsome than President Qin. Although Chen Ziyao didn't say it herself, her fans leaked it, so she must be connected! Next time I see her, I'm definitely going to give her a piece of my mind!"

"..."

"Oops, gotta go, Susu sister. My manager is coming for me!" Listening to the chaos on the other end of the line followed by a busy tone, Ling Chunann chuckles and shakes his head, fully awakened. He stretches and gets up to turn on his computer.

Liang

Jingsnow had called Ling Chunann as soon as she saw the message, merely minutes after the photo was leaked. As the main battlefield for the skirmish, Weibo was already in uproar. Although Ling Chunann has only been debuted for just over half a year, his early live streams and the fame cultivated under Xinghuang have already garnered him over ten million fans, now quickly approaching twenty million.

Now, his latest Weibo post is flooded with negative comments, but mostly, it's his loyal fans who have been cultivated over time who are speaking up.

"I thought the entertainment circle finally had a breath of fresh air, but it turns out you're this kind of person. I'm so disappointed, from fan to hater."

"Just a 'hehe' for you. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. I, Su, don't need such water army fans."

"Fans who turn haters don't deserve to be my, Su's, fans. You might as well just leave."

"It's no wonder Xinghuang is pushing you so hard. Turns out you're involved with the president. How is it? Is the president's bed comfortable? Are those works also the product of climbing onto Xinghuang's president's bed? What a so-called talent and goddess, truly nauseating."

"When I, Su, was studying music, you didn't even know where you were feeding. I don't even know which dog kennel you jumped out of to bark at people."

"SuSu, don't listen to them spouting nonsense! We believe in you!"

"Water army, disperse! Has Chen cheap person not fed you enough crap? Speaking so vilely."

...

Under the onslaught of his fans, the voices of the malicious trolls became almost inaudible. Ling Chunann browsed through these messages with interest before shutting down Weibo. "Host, aren't you going to say anything?" 098 asked. "No need," Ling Chunann replied. Just as he closed Weibo, a call from An Yu came in, concerning the same issue. After that, calls of sympathy came in from Ye Fan, Liang Wei Quan, and others who had collaborated with Ling Chunann and exchanged numbers with him, all expressing their support. This made Ling Chunann both amused and slightly exasperated, realizing that having too many friends can sometimes be a hassle.

Half an hour after hanging up the calls, Xinghuang, a major company in the entertainment industry, acted swiftly. In less than half an hour, all news about "Su Su being kept" disappeared from both Weibo and forums. Xinghuang's official Weibo also issued a statement to severely pursue the responsibilities of the rumor-mongers and sent out lawyer's letters.

Since it was already night, aside from a group of fermenting trolls, Ling Chunann was actually unaffected by the whole ordeal, thanks to his loyal fan base.

In a shabby rental room, Wang Cheng, holding a bowl of instant noodles in front of his computer, delightedly watched his bank account grow significantly with a new large deposit. With this money, he could avoid instant noodles for at least the next two months.

Then his phone rang, a call from a local unknown landline. "Who would call me this late? Could it be a ghost?" he wondered with a shiver, yet his curiosity got the better of him, and he answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Wang Cheng? We're from the Haicheng Enforcement Department. There's a serious case of malicious rumor-mongering that we need your assistance to investigate." The formal tone from the other end turned Wang Cheng's limbs cold.

After finishing all the calls, Ling Chunann wasn't sleepy. He turned on the light, planning to find something to eat in the kitchen before heading to the piano room; his second album still lacked two songs.

To ensure Ling Chunann could always have hot food, Qin Mu habitually left food in the kitchen. Ling Chunann skillfully found a pot of freshly made seafood porridge still warm and a note beside it. "Baby, remember to eat two bowls. I'll be home in two hours to check." Seeing the big bowl set aside, Ling Chunann couldn't help but smirk, "When did this guy become so childish?"

Eventually, Ling Chunann picked up the bowl, ate a small half bowl of porridge, and then ran to the piano room, locking the door behind him. "..." 098 thought, one more childish than the other.

Two hours later, Qin Mu arrived home on time, first checked the kitchen, then headed towards the piano room, only to find the door locked from the inside, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Just as 098 was about to remind Ling Chunann about the forgotten closed window, it saw Qin Mu already jumping in through the windowsill… It decided not to disturb the host immersed in creation.

Finally finishing the lyrics and combining them with the melody, Ling Chunann looked up to see the man who had been silently watching him from beside the piano. Smiling, he greeted, "You're back." The man, who had been ignored for most of the day, couldn't help but feel a touch of jealousy towards the piano scores, then, thinking of something, he brightened up and moved closer to Ling Chunann, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him into a hug, cheerfully asking, "Baby, was that love song you were just working on written for me?"

Ling Chunann had used the melody of a song he once played with bamboo leaves when he first met the man in the ancient world. The lyrics, with their ancient style, described a carefree and elegant life, and unless one delved deep into the lyrics, the subtly expressed emotions would not be noticed. Obviously, Qin Mu had noticed, and Ling Chunann was not surprised, knowing this man always understood him best, "Do you like it?"

Hearing Ling Chunann's response, Qin Mu couldn't help but lift him up and spin around, "Baby, I love you."

Stepping down from Qin Mu's embrace, Ling Chunann remembered the previous incidents and cautiously stepped back towards the piano, "Then let me sing it for you…"

Before he could finish, he was lifted into the air, hearing Qin Mu's deep, magnetic voice, "Baby, it's late. We should rest now." The unfinished porridge, the door locked from the outside, and now this. The rascal had even gone downstairs without wearing shoes!

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