The entertainment journalists in the mainland were in a frenzy, and the public was left reeling by Yu Tianlin’s sensational private life.
Burp~
After reading the media reports, Wen Ying couldn’t help but let out a satisfied burp, thoroughly stuffed by the juicy gossip surrounding Yu Tianlin.
Wen Ying summed up the key terms: serial cheater, sugar sister, sugar daddy, two-timing scoundrel—Yu Tianlin’s scandals were explosive, not just for 2006 but even a decade later, they’d be a wild ride!
How could someone with such a messy personal life dare to leak dirt on Yuan Fenghui?
Wen Ying was puzzled, “Teacher Yuan, was Yu Tianlin always this foolish?”
Yuan Fenghui said calmly, “He’s not too foolish, just too arrogant. Before fame, he lacked refinement. His rapid rise to stardom, fueled by adoring female fans, made him think every woman should fall head over heels for him, even forgiving his cheating with amicable breakups. He thought relationships were just mutual pleasure, and once they ended, both sides could simply move on. It’s never that simple!”
Women are emotional beings. Except for a rare few who can control their feelings, most invest deeply in relationships. The deeper the love, the greater the pain when betrayed.
Take the female model who exposed him, for instance. After their breakup, she attempted suicide multiple times. Yu Tianlin thought it was mere threats, but she genuinely slit her wrists and overdosed on sleeping pills. Both times, Yuan Fenghui rushed her to the hospital.
Seeing the model in such pain, Yuan Fenghui wanted to slap Yu Tianlin hard.
But she couldn’t.
No manager should hit their artist.
Yuan Fenghui covered up the incident for Yu Tianlin, keeping the model from leaking it to the media. To protect his image, Yuan Fenghui paid a steep price to reach an agreement with the model.
Some women can be bought off, but this model wasn’t one of them. At first, she saw Yuan Fenghui as an enemy, accusing her of being Yu Tianlin’s accomplice. Yuan Fenghui didn’t argue, quietly acting as an emotional sounding board, available round the clock, until the model, before leaving the country, considered her a friend.
Going abroad was Yuan Fenghui’s suggestion. Modelling is a short-lived career, and Taiwan’s entertainment industry couldn’t produce a supermodel. Yuan Fenghui advised the model to plan her exit early.
As a model, you’re just a human display stand, always showcasing someone else’s brand.
Since she was in the fashion world, why not study design abroad? Even if she didn’t excel, she’d at least refine her fashion sense. Returning with her past fame and industry connections, she could hire a couple of designers to start her own fashion brand, transitioning from a model living off youth to a capitalist hiring models—a leap far beyond a single class!
Wen Ying listened, captivated, her mouth slightly agape, “Teacher Yuan, your ability to paint a dream is incredible!”
If Yuan Fenghui weren’t a manager, she could run a pyramid scheme, easily rallying a team.
Convincing Yu Tianlin’s ex-girlfriend to study design abroad and start her own fashion brand—if it were that easy, Wen Ying, a reborn soul, would’ve already dominated the industry.
After two years of hustling post-rebirth, leveraging her foresight, Wen Ying founded the “Shrimp King” brand, sold its shares to the Qin siblings, and spent 10 million to secure just 12% of Tianjiao Film Company. Building a career was no easy feat.
Yuan Fenghui, thick-skinned as ever, took Wen Ying’s words as a compliment.
“Painting a dream? I was giving her something productive to do, crafting a beautiful aspiration. Women without purpose overthink. With a goal, their focus shifts, helping heal emotional wounds!”
Was that true?
Perhaps.
Yuan Fenghui helped the model out of female solidarity, but more crucially, to clean up Yu Tianlin’s mess, ensuring the model wouldn’t keep hounding him.
At the same time, Yuan Fenghui gained leverage over Yu Tianlin. He wronged the model, yet Yuan Fenghui helped her. If conflict arose between Yu Tianlin and Yuan Fenghui, who would the model side with? Obvious!
Beyond kindness and emotional bonds, there were also interests at play.
Wen Ying mused, “She followed your advice, studied design abroad for two years, but returned to find Taiwan’s entertainment landscape changed. Her popularity had waned. To follow the ‘dream’ you painted two years ago and start a fashion brand, she needed attention!”
What better way to gain attention than exposing her ex?
None!
She got revenge, vented her resentment, stayed loyal to Yuan Fenghui, and boosted her career—a win on multiple fronts.
Plus, she could craft a “strong, independent career woman” persona. The model might actually succeed in launching her own fashion brand.
The model’s motives likely applied to the TV host and actress too. Teaming up to crush Yu Tianlin, they avenged themselves and profited!
Yuan Fenghui chuckled, “Their reasons don’t matter. What matters is they’re willing to do it. Yu Tianlin’s been a nuisance for too long. I’m tired of him. It’s time to deal with him for good, don’t you think?”
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Relying solely on the word of three ex-girlfriends wouldn’t destroy Yu Tianlin, but they came prepared. Photos and audio from their relationships with him surfaced, hammering him into submission.
It all happened too fast for Yu Tianlin’s agency to respond.
The PR department huddled for hours but couldn’t draft a statement to defend him.
“You’re all useless! What does the company pay you for?” The deputy director, also Yu Tianlin’s manager, raged, berating the entire PR team.
From supervisors to staff, everyone hung their heads in silence.
It wasn’t their incompetence; the task was impossible. No amount of spin could clear his name!
Perhaps only Yuan Fenghui could fix this… but why would she help Yu Tianlin?
After the deputy director stormed off, the team began murmuring.
“Yu Tianlin really crossed Sister Yuan.”
“Exactly, they’ve already parted ways. Why provoke her?”
“He’s guilty about all he’s done!”
Someone spoke the blunt truth, and the supervisor quickly hushed them, “Shh, quiet down! Want to get fired tomorrow for stepping into the office with your left foot first?”
The outspoken employee’s face reddened.
“Fire me? Fine, I’m done! When Sister Yuan was here, our PR department had great benefits. After they pushed her out, the company slashed our subsidies. We’re the worst-paid department, yet they expect us to clean up Yu Tianlin’s mess. I don’t need them to fire me—I’m writing my resignation now!”
Clearly fed up, the employee vented and began typing a resignation letter on the spot.
The others weren’t as bold but had their own calculations.
With benefits cut and the company’s cash cow, Yu Tianlin, finished, revenue would drop. Would they further slash department budgets?
It seemed time to start looking for new jobs.
The deputy director, fuming, stormed into the big boss’s office, ranting about Yu Tianlin.
Since moving to the mainland, Yu Tianlin was like a wild horse—making foolish decisions behind the deputy’s back or openly defying him. Now, he’d finally ruined himself beyond saving!
The boss pondered, “Good advice can’t save a doomed fool. This might be Yu Tianlin’s fate. He can’t make big money for us anymore. We must protect the other three members of Miracle Group. You know how to draft the statement.”
