Ji Fei was the last to arrive, scanning the room quickly. Good, everyone was here.

Currently, only Pei Mingxuan was working closely with the Top Flow Group. Gao Hao’s focus had shifted mainly to handling Qin Zhao’s overseas matters.

Pei Mingxuan wasn’t very familiar with the Top Flow Group. She noted Ji Fei’s excited expression and readiness to act. Qin Zhao and Qin Rong’s faces also lit up the moment Ji Fei appeared, their eyes practically sparkling with anticipation, leaving Pei Mingxuan puzzled.

What’s going on? Weren’t they reluctant to come just moments ago? Why does she have a bad feeling about this?

Ji Fei glanced at the few staff members standing behind the director and producer, noticing their ambiguous smiles as they exchanged looks before sneaking glances at the director, producer, and Yu Rouyin.

The director and producer, of course, noticed nothing.

Across the room, Yu Rouyin appeared oblivious to the unfriendly glances. She stood there with a soft smile as if she hadn’t just overheard those malicious rumors. However, when her gaze shifted in their direction, it changed subtly, holding a different light. Pei Mingxuan hadn’t given her an answer yet.

No refusal meant there was still hope.

The veteran actor, Zong Chun, maintained his easy-going senior demeanor, but his gaze lingered warmly on Yu Rouyin.

Although love knows no age, when someone twenty years older looks at a person that way, it’s really... Uncle, can’t you see that Yu Rouyin is deliberately avoiding your gaze?

Qin Zhao and Qin Rong couldn’t help but look over. Zong Chun hadn’t been so obvious in previous episodes, but now he seemed completely unrestrained. Was he really planning to act without regard after filing for divorce?

Yet, right beside him, Madam Zong clung tightly, as if preventing Zong Chun from approaching Yu Rouyin.

Even if it was just a glance, Madam Zong seemed determined to block it. She couldn’t stop him, but soon a tall figure stepped in to help her.

Yu Rouyin’s expression shifted slightly when she saw Zong Siqi standing close to her.

Zong Siqi was part of their support cast and didn’t typically need to be there.

“Who’s that?” Ji Fei asked curiously when she saw the unexpected figure.

“Must be an assistant actor. I don’t know him,” Qin Zhao replied.

Without a name, there was no gossip to indulge in. Ji Fei only felt that he was standing too close, worrying that he might be another sleazy character.

Pei Mingxuan promptly clarified, “Zong Siqi, Zong Chun’s nephew. Just entered the industry, a layabout. Madam Zong specifically arranged for him to keep an eye on things.”

Everyone looked at Pei Mingxuan with surprise, amazed at how well-informed she was.

“I’m a manager,” Pei Mingxuan said with annoyance, as if their astonishment insulted her professional skills.

Everyone immediately gave her a thumbs-up in acknowledgment.

So, it’s surveillance, not misconduct? No interest then. Let’s check how far Madam Zong’s plans have progressed.

The director began talking at length about the upcoming events. Except for Pei Mingxuan and Xiao Tao, the Top Flow Group drifted off into their own worlds, indulging in gossip as if their attendance didn’t matter.

This is toxic, truly toxic. Thank goodness the director’s team has professional ethics.

This is wicked. To think we gave them the idea—slandering someone this way doesn’t count as defamation?

If you wives’ club is so willing to smear someone without proof, then we have no reason to hold back in our performance.

Ji Fei’s internal musings were vague, driving Qin Zhao and Qin Rong crazy with suspense.

What exactly is going on? Don’t leave us hanging! We’re fine with spoilers—the sooner we know, the better prepared we’ll be. What if we can’t handle it?

Just as they were silently roaring, Ji Fei suddenly paused. The director had just finished speaking, and along with the producer, said, “That’s about it. We wish everyone a successful competition.”

Everyone thought the meeting was over when Ji Fei stepped forward with excitement. “I have a question I need clarified; otherwise, it might impact the fairness of the competition.”

Her words were clearly directed at the director and producer.

After all, it was their show, and ensuring fairness was their responsibility.

Ji Fei’s sudden statement made the director and producer nervous. The truth was, the PK order and themes had been manipulated behind the scenes, but they believed it wouldn’t significantly impact fairness, so they’d compromised under pressure.

Did the Top Flow Group find out and take issue with it?

Zong Chun and Yu Rouyin were unaware of this, so only Madam Zong felt truly anxious. She had previously mentioned it to Ji Fei.

After the draw, Ji Fei’s group showed no reaction, so Madam Zong assumed they had turned a blind eye.

The producer’s heart raced, but he forced a smile. “The show premieres tomorrow. If there’s an issue, we can discuss it.”

The director’s forehead beaded with sweat as he nodded rapidly.

Ji Fei turned deliberately to look at Yu Rouyin.

Yu Rouyin was stunned, confused, when Ji Fei’s sharp tone rang out. “I heard that Teacher Yu slept with the director and producer for the sake of the PK. How can we trust the competition’s fairness?”

One sentence, and Yu Rouyin’s face turned ashen.

Rarely did she falter when facing harsh words, perhaps because Ji Fei’s group had previously shown signs of righteousness, leaving her with a naive hope.

She hadn’t expected the rumors to have spread this far. She knew in such situations, stopping gossip was nearly impossible. No one would believe her words; ignoring it was usually the only option.

She hadn’t expected the Top Flow Group to misunderstand her too. This meant signing the contract was no longer an option. The blow was heavy.

She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. She was long used to such blows.

But this time was different; this was public humiliation.

She’d been slapped and had her hair pulled in front of others before, where men would carry off the hysterical women but leave no words to defend her. Everyone would just watch, their gazes cold and cutting, making her shiver. No matter what she said, no one believed her.

This was almost the same—everyone stared in shocked silence, their gazes as sharp as blades.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth to argue but felt her throat tighten, then numbly gave up.

But then—

“What?” The director was stunned.

The producer’s face turned pale. “Teacher Ji, you can’t make such baseless accusations.”

They were visibly furious.

The crowd reacted with embarrassment, curiosity, or excitement.

Yu Rouyin was taken aback. This time, there was indeed a difference—the director and producer had no improper intentions toward her. Perhaps this time she could defend herself.

She raised her head, seeing Ji Fei watching her, eyes hinting at joy. Yu Rouyin froze.

Ji Fei turned back with an innocent look. “Huh? It’s a rumor? But I clearly heard it from the director’s assistant.”

As she finished, Ji Fei pointed at the three now-pale women behind the director and producer. “They were just in the bathroom saying Teacher Yu had a tryst with the director and producer for an hour. They claimed to have seen it. All to win against us.”

Ignoring the crowd’s shocked reactions, Ji Fei shrugged. “Hearing something like that made me anxious, so I had to ask. Since everyone is here, why not clear it up?”

The director and producer turned to look at the three women, disbelief written all over their faces.

Under the collective gaze of everyone, the three women were fully exposed, their legs shaking.

Can filth really hide in the light?