Chapter Eight: A Swing of the Stick and a Kick

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Gu Qingxin felt nervous under Yu Zhi’s gaze, as if she could see through all her thoughts. “If that’s the case, that would be wonderful...” her voice grew softer and softer.

The leader of the production team and the village chief arrived around the same time, clearly divided into two camps. Bai Fuyuan whispered a secret plan into Yu Zhi’s ear, “Sister Yu, how about I sneak into that fool’s room tonight and give him a good beating to vent your anger?”

“If you have so much energy, go cut wheat in the fields. I bet the director would be thrilled to send you there—imagine the trending topic of a reality show guest insisting on helping the farmers in the middle of the night. He’d definitely love it.”

Bai Fuyuan’s excited expression froze on his face. “Sister Yu, killing someone is just a slap on the wrist, why torture me in the middle of the night?”

“Such pretense...” said Li Ze, who had been trailing behind Yu Zhi.

Leaving aside the male guests arguing on her behalf, Yu Zhi always felt this variety show was a trap set for her, but lacking evidence, she endured in silence. Or rather, she wanted to see what exactly the masterminds behind all this intended. She sneered, “Wasn’t it your lousy idea?”

During the casual chat, Yu Zhi saw the director fiercely debating with the village chief and immediately lost interest. Both parties had their reasons, and in the end, it would only lead to the blame of why one should stoop to the fool’s level.

The director decided to have the guests stay at Sheng Hua’s home, hoping they would personally experience the gap between reality and ideals. However, due to the village chief’s deliberate concealment and Sheng Hua’s words subtly misleading the fool, he was convinced that his wife would soon move into his house.

Coincidentally, Sheng Hua’s mother took a liking to Yu Zhi at first sight and chatted with her all the way, which caused the misunderstanding.

The solution was simple, depending on whether the production team had a backup plan.

“Xiao Zhi, it’s peak tourist season in Hengxi Village, and it’s hard to find accommodation. Plus, you hit someone. What do you think about this...” The assistant director smiled awkwardly in front of Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi tapped her stick on the ground repeatedly, making a dull thudding sound.

“So we’re supposed to ignore the harm Yu Zhi suffered?” Li Ze chimed in.

Everyone could see the assistant director wanted to sacrifice Yu Zhi to maintain peace for the time being. After all, the show was still being filmed here, and no one wanted conflicts with the local residents.

Li Ze, asked by the assistant director to speak, was at a loss for words.

Yu Zhi understood that everyone in the industry was shrewd; even the slightest ripple could affect a person’s social relations. She could count on Jiang Weicheng’s reputation to get the director on her side, but others might not look upon her favorably.

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Since that was the case, there was no need for restraint.

A sharp gleam flashed in her eyes. “Why should I bear the consequences of your production team’s mistakes? Or better yet, ask which guest still wants to stay at that family’s house?”

In a few words, Yu Zhi tossed the hot potato away. A small director naturally wouldn’t dare offend so many over such a minor issue. Moreover, the trap Gu Qing had set from the start was now beginning to take effect.

“Yu Zhi, be merciful where mercy’s due!” The assistant director failed to persuade her, then gave her a threatening glare.

[After watching so long, I really think Yu Zhi’s temper has improved?]

[Remember back on the Immortal Drama set when the director wanted Yu Zhi to turn a blind eye and tolerate some ‘number man’? She flipped the table and refused. If she’s endured this long, she must have no backing now.]

[Poor Yu Zhi, a big star treated like this—I can’t even imagine the unfair treatment my brother might suffer on a show.]

While netizens pitied Yu Zhi, she weighed her stick a few times and gestured it toward the director. “Not sure if my staff skills have dulled. Director, want to try?”

Things escalated quickly. Yu Zhi’s stick swung fiercely, scattering the crowd that had gathered closely, each afraid of being accidentally struck.

Zhao Liheng stood at a distance. When he noticed, the assistant director had already kicked Yu Zhi into a corner against the wall. The sharp knocking sounds made him nervous. Shocked, he couldn’t bother with their shamelessness and hurried over. “Yu Zhi, settle down! Nothing’s resolved yet, why are you losing control?”

“And you! Bai Fuyuan hits people while you sing? Do you think that’s right?”

“Shen Jiayu, Li Ze, why don’t you restrain them! This is live, not a boxing ring!”

[Sorry, I should pity the director, not the madwoman Yu Zhi.]

[Hahaha, I’m dying laughing. These people are hilarious...]

[Watch my golden staff swing wildly—who is the monkey, who is Yu Zhi? Hahaha!]

The farce ended with the assistant director hospitalized.

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Seeing Yu Zhi lose control, the village chief dared not let them stay at the fool’s house, fearing she might suddenly lash out at villagers with her staff, and there would be no way to reason with her.

After negotiating with the director, the village chief, trembling, looked at Yu Zhi with lingering fear and waved for everyone to go home.

“Sister Yu, you handled that so swiftly! You’re so cool!” Bai Fuyuan came forward to lavish praise on Yu Zhi.

Gu Qing wasn’t to be outdone and coquettishly glared at Bai Fuyuan. “Sister Zhi, you’re so clever, you saw right through the village chief’s weak spot and hit the mark, helping us achieve our goal perfectly!”

With the aroma of tea wafting in the air, Yu Zhi quietly stepped back, distancing herself from the tea duel scene.

Thanks to Yu Zhi, the director had no time to bother the guests that night, leaving them ample time to rest. After tidying up, Yu Zhi made a simple phone call to Jiang Weicheng to check on his situation, and they both gained a clearer understanding of each other’s predicaments.

“It’s fine. You just handle Ling Chen first. Don’t rush about the next place. When immortals fight, mortals suffer. I have a backup plan...”

“Then I’ll go all out. I’ve been holding back all day. It’s so frustrating. They probably forgot that I’m the one who got to be your manager by going crazy and fighting for it.”

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After hanging up, Jiang Weicheng felt he had forgotten to tell Yu Zhi something. Then he thought, if he could forget it, it probably wasn’t important.

Awakened by the crowing of roosters and barking dogs, Yu Zhi groggily left her room, alone since her partner hadn’t arrived yet. Suddenly, her vision dimmed, and though her mind hadn’t caught up, her body reacted swiftly.

Tall and long-legged, Yu Zhi dodged a shadow, spun around, and delivered a sideways kick, leaving her footprint on Zhou Su’s chest. “Oh, don’t you think your clothes are boring enough? Come to me for a custom design?”

Zhou Su had been waiting outside Yu Zhi’s door early in the morning, not just to hear her tease him. “Dear, aren’t you surprised to see me?”

“Crazy! What are you doing here?” Yu Zhi was stunned; the odds of seeing Zhou Su in this place were even slimmer than her getting married.