Chapter 16: The Illusion of Corporate Care

“Got it! Jiang Yu went to the hospital, and her foot is wrapped in bandages!”
The paparazzo whispered excitedly, quickly pressing the shutter. His camera clearly captured Jiang Yu walking out of the hospital.
Meanwhile, his colleague in the passenger seat was rapidly typing out a headline on his phone.
“Let’s spice it up. ‘Top rising star Jiang Yu visits hospital late at night, rumored to be injured on set, company accompanies her throughout, proving their commitment to their artists.’ How’s that for a sensational headline?”
“Perfect! Post it now!”
The paparazzo slapped his thigh, thoroughly satisfied.
Ten minutes later, the news was released and began spreading across all major social platforms.
The hashtag “#JiangYuLateNightHospital#” quickly shot to the top of the trending topics.
The accompanying picture showed Jiang Yu leaving the hospital. Though blurry, it was clear she wore a loose jacket and walked with a slight limp.
[Is my Yu Yu working too hard? Even hurt her leg and still carrying on! Such a dedicated actress!]
[President Fu really treats his artists well! Company accompanies her to the hospital late at night—truly a model for the industry!]
[So celebrities have this exhausting side, it actually makes me feel bad for her… But President Fu is so responsible. No wonder every artist under his banner becomes a star.]
[Stop pretending. Injured from filming and making a late-night show of it? Must be a paid trending topic. So boring!]
In the top comments, both fans and casual viewers focused on the “company’s care,” with many praising Fu Boyun’s “sense of responsibility.”
[Fu Entertainment accompanied her throughout, escorted her to the hospital late at night—truly a conscience of the industry!]
[With a boss like President Fu, how could Jiang Yu not become popular?]
Jiang Yu returned home and breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the sofa. She picked up her phone and scrolled for a bit, only to see the trending topic glaring at her on the homepage.
“Jiang Yu late-night hospital,” “injured on set,” “company’s care”—these phrases popped up one after another before her eyes.
“What nonsense is this!”
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
She clicked into the trending topic, growing more incredulous the more she read.
“Injured on set?”
Jiang Yu let out a cold laugh, lifting her leg to glance at the medicated patch on her ankle, trembling with anger.
She had merely bumped it, hardly an injury, yet now she was described as so dedicated to her work she’d hurt her leg filming.
“Company’s care?”
Jiang Yu nearly laughed aloud in frustration, her finger swiping through the comments, seeing praise after praise for Fu Boyun, her face tightening with fury.
“Fu Boyun accompanying his artists late at night?”
Jiang Yu repeated the claim with icy sarcasm, her eyes full of contempt.
She remembered clearly that Fu Boyun, avoiding suspicion, had asked Zhuang Luoyan to accompany her, while he swaggered off on his own.
And now fans called him a model boss?
“Utter ignorance!”
Jiang Yu hurled her phone onto the sofa, her chest rising and falling.
“Who arranged all this?”
She pressed her temples, Fu Boyun’s cold and mocking face surfacing in her mind.
Was this another of his schemes?
Deliberately using the opportunity to hype her up, turning her into a pawn?
Jiang Yu gritted her teeth, growing more convinced by the minute.
Unable to sit still any longer, she jumped up, only to stumble as pain shot through her ankle.
“Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!”
She sneered, muttering under her breath.
Her phone screen lit up—a message from her agent, Mu Qingran.
“Jiang Yu, have you seen the trending topic? The company executives are very pleased. This wave of publicity benefits both you and the company. Remember to keep a low profile and don’t respond.”