The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 78 - 0: There’s a Ghost in the Cellphone

Hastily snapping a random photo, Mu Bai posted a comment about Zhao Minmin: [I've always said, this woman @Zhao Minmin is no good. Now you see what I mean, right?]

Failed to post.

Mu Bai tried again: [I've always said, this woman is no good. Now you see what I mean, right?]

Still failed to post.

What the hell? Mu Bai was so frustrated she could scream.

Left with no other choice, she tried a couple more times. After several attempts, she finally figured out the trick—turns out she could only post updates about herself.

Mu Bai was on the verge of tears.

This bloody "Lady Ancestor" is terrifying! Even the text written on the photos can only relate to herself.

Damn it! What on earth did she do to my phone?

Mu Bai's old Weibo posts used to be about brand names or complaining about actresses who couldn't dress well. In her fans' minds—she was just another vapid influencer, the kind with a plastic face, and not even a pretty one.

But now, her whole vibe had shifted to posting about calligraphy, and her fans were struggling to keep up: [Xiao Bai, did you take the wrong meds today?]

[Just go to sleep, Xiao Bai. Your handwriting is uglier than the chicken scratch my grandma's hens leave behind.]

[The sun must've risen from the west today, or else why am I seeing my idol practicing calligraphy?!]

...

Those were the die-hard fans speaking. But the haters were far less polite and flooded the comment section under Mu Bai's posts.

[This is so ugly it leaves me speechless. And you had the audacity to show this off? Even if you're stirring buzz, you shouldn't go this far. I can't bear to look.]

[Trash woman, trash handwriting—what a match made in hell!]

[Looking at this handwriting, I can tell what kind of person you are. All you've got left is surviving off scandals.]

[Trash woman, trash fonts—perfectly suited for you!]

[Unfollowing, no explanation needed!]

[Hating you forever, no explanation needed!]

...

The first few were bearable, but the ones that came after made Mu Bai so angry she nearly jumped out of her chair. She logged on to Weibo, ready to curse everyone to hell.

But damned thing—it wouldn't let her post.

Mu Bai was crying her eyes out T_T.

Once she finished crying, she had to go back to writing.

In her rage, she considered not writing anymore, but there was nothing else in this courtyard—she couldn't leave, and besides writing, what else could she do?

Boo-hoo... She really didn't feel like writing!

Despite thinking this, her body betrayed her and kept writing sheet after sheet, even more than usual.

Mu Bai spaced out for a moment, staring at the already pitch-black night outside. It turned out her heart had unknowingly calmed down.

Instead of rushing to open Weibo, she put down her brush and went to fill the stomach of hers, one that had been "pampered" enough to demand food right on schedule.

The dining table displayed a sumptuous breakfast spread, beautifully arranged, making anyone's mouth water.

Mu Bai didn't put up much resistance. Hugging her chopsticks, she dived into the food.

She thought, if she ever turned into the fat pig she once despised most, it would definitely be "Lady Ancestor's" fault.

Meanwhile, Zhao Minmin was in a complete panic. Her usually caring and affectionate sponsor now hung up on her the moment her name was mentioned or claimed he was "busy" and couldn't take her calls.

Bloody hell!

When he was sleeping with her, there was never a call he couldn't answer!

What pissed her off even more was how her address somehow kept getting leaked. No matter how many places she moved to, she was either caught by paparazzi or by wives of her past or current sponsors.

The former led to scandals; the latter meant scandals plus a beating.

Goddamn! What the hell is going on? Who's behind all this? It's like having a ghost haunting her, ruining everything she does!

As if her luck couldn't get any worse, Zhao Minmin hadn't had a single smooth day since the "leaked sex photo" scandal. Anything she touched ended in disaster; she was practically a "rat scurrying through the streets," with everyone yelling to strike her down.

She had no idea her relentless misfortune stemmed from Mu Qiuniang slapping a "Mold God Possession Talisman" on her. Mu Qiuniang wasn't about to waste her time stalking someone like Zhao Minmin daily.

After setting up a few traps, Mu Qiuniang had long stopped caring.

Zhao Minmin's terrible luck was partly her own fault anyway. With how many dirty deeds she had under her belt, it was only a matter of time before someone decided to settle scores.

When Mu Qiuniang felt the timing was ripe, she directly released the video where Zhao Minmin had framed Mu Bai as the "murderer." There were even audio clips of Zhao Minmin admitting over the phone that she'd sabotaged other up-and-coming actresses who crossed her path.

As soon as the news broke, the entertainment industry exploded.

Bloody hell! Everyone knew the industry was shady, but no one imagined it could be this grim. Turns out, the so-called veterans would sabotage younger stars just because they were prettier or had potential, fearing future rivalry, and would go to any lengths to suppress them.

[Get out of the entertainment industry!]

[Trash woman, leave showbiz!]

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The hot topic immediately drew out "victimized actresses" claiming to have suffered under Zhao Minmin. Some were still hanging onto the entertainment world by clinging to sponsors or connections; others weren't so lucky—those without backing had fallen on hard times, either quitting or being "frozen out."

Take Mu Bai, for example—she'd been labeled a "murderer" under Zhao Minmin's trap and directly "shelved" by her company. If Mu Qiuniang hadn't locked her in that courtyard, and if she'd started making a fuss earlier, who knew what would've happened to her?

A flood of livestreams and interview videos poured in, with "victims" tearfully recounting Zhao Minmin's "viciousness," "cruelty," and "ruthlessness."

The truth came spilling out in heaps. Turns out Zhao Minmin had an ex-con brother named Zhao Chenggang, who led a gang of thugs to do her bidding. The iconic case of the actress—once hailed by a director for being "breathtakingly beautiful" and "enchantingly stunning"—whose career was destroyed in a disfigurement scandal, was masterminded by Zhao Chenggang. There were also lesser-known stars tangled in **** cases after exiting showbiz... and so on.

The scope of Zhao Minmin's crimes was appalling. A tsunami of accusations painted her as showbiz's ultimate villain, making her seem responsible for nearly every atrocity in the industry. Even when she didn't directly command something, she was always said to have a hand in it.

"Bang—"

Zhao Minmin, enraged, smashed everything in her room to the ground—cups, plates, teapots—all shattered into pieces.

On the TV screen in front of her, entertainment gossip programs showed yet another "victim" recounting her ordeal in a project where she'd offered Zhao Minmin a cup of tea out of courtesy, only to have hot tea poured over her arm. The woman continued to show a faint scar on her wrist as proof.

Zhao Minmin was livid. She didn't even know this woman! For crying out loud, she'd barely had time to breathe between all her acting gigs—how could she possibly register insignificant details like this? Let alone some random nobody—why should she even care?

Sure, Zhao Minmin wasn't claiming to be a saint. If she needed to strike, she struck strategically—only those who posed a threat to her. This dried-up little wannabe actress, who couldn't compare to her in any way, a threat? Laughable.