Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Fictional Character, Slapping Faces via Livestream

A sharp slap rang out, followed by Fang Le’s curses.

“Wen Miaohan, can you wake up and recognize your place? You’re not some wealthy young lady anymore!”

The people in the studio were so used to this that they kept working without even lifting their heads, not the least bit startled.

But Wen Miaohan, who had been slapped the moment she opened her eyes, was utterly stunned.

The next second, she slapped back without hesitation.

How could a famous author like her endure such humiliation?

And then she understood exactly what her situation was.

She had gone from the one who wrote the story to the regret-filled heroine in her own book. Good heavens.

The reason Wen Miaohan was so shaken was that, before crossing over, every protagonist she wrote was all-powerful on the surface yet a hopeless weakling at heart. This drove readers to hurl abuse in the comments, cursing her ancestors for eighteen generations, yet the royalties kept soaring.

She was also someone who knew how to ride a wave of popularity. Seeing how resentful the readers were, she simply used her own name for the protagonist of a new book, thinking that when readers saw it, they would feel vindicated, and the royalties might rise even higher. A perfect win-win.

Sure enough, once the new book was released, the readers felt thoroughly satisfied, and the royalties were impressive too.

But the ending was that she herself had entered the book.

Truly, she had the fate to earn money, but not the fate to spend it.

Damn it!

Just as Wen Miaohan was questioning life itself, Fang Le, who had just been slapped, glanced toward someone in the office area and immediately launched into a pure white lotus act.

Covering her mouth, Fang Le pointed at Wen Miaohan and complained with a face full of grievance.

“Wen Miaohan! You disappeared on the day of the opening ceremony, acted like a diva, and left Director Zhang hanging. Are all these things fake? Don’t forget, you’re the impostor who was kicked out in front of the media. Before, because you were the eldest young lady of the Wen family, resources came pouring in on their own. Now that you’re not anymore, do you still expect resources to beg you?”

“The role in Director Zhang’s drama was something I begged and pleaded for on your behalf. Everyone has barely slept for days just to build momentum for you, and now your trending scandals have ruined everything.”

As Fang Le said this, she lowered her hand, shut her eyes in pained anguish, and then opened them again as though she had made up her mind.

She stepped forward, poked at Wen Miaohan’s shoulder again and again, and said, “Wen Miaohan, listen to me. If you can do the job, then do it properly. If you can’t, then wait to be blacklisted! We’re tired of serving a spoiled young lady like you!”

Wen Miaohan only felt the restless finger jabbing at her shoulder to be unbearably annoying.

So with a blank expression, she bent the finger back.

“Aah! Wen Miaohan!”

Wen Miaohan gave a false smile. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Is your finger all right?”

“Oh, and what you just said disgusted me. I don’t even know what sin working people committed in a past life. You lot are not worthy of being compared to them. To keep working people from being slandered by association with you, I’m officially informing you now: you’re fired.”

Fang Le hissed in pain, her face twisted, and snapped back, “What right do you have to fire us?”

Wen Miaohan curved her lips. “Because I’m your boss.”

Although the original owner was a fake heiress, this studio had been opened by the Wen family for her before the true daughter returned. Half the employees’ salaries came from her pocket, so she could at least be considered half the boss.

The employees collected their pay and loafed around, and some even moonlighted as paparazzi, making money on the side by smearing her on Weibo. Especially Fang Le—she was not only her biggest anti-fan, she had even set up her own account specifically to blacken Wen Miaohan, making a fortune from it.

As for Director Zhang’s project, it had been given to her precisely because she was such an insufferable fake heiress: first, she could play the role in her true colors; second, it could ride the wave of interest in the Wen family’s real-and-fake heiress drama. It had nothing whatsoever to do with Fang Le.

Fang Le led a gang of corporate cancer; how could they possibly be compared to diligent, hardworking laborers who made great contributions to the company?

And yet she still had the nerve to stand there and try to guilt-trip and threaten her.

The key point was that, according to the original plot, she would actually be intimidated into submission next. She would first apologize in terror, then go into the production with the stigma of diva behavior hanging over her, only to be targeted by the entire crew.

Damn it. How had she even written such a brainless plot in the first place?

Thinking that she had personally set the whole story in motion, Wen Miaohan now wanted nothing more than to travel back and rewrite it.

Fang Le laughed in fury at her words. “Good, good, good. Miss Wen really does have quite the mouth! Fire me? Let’s see if you have the qualifications.”

Covering her face, Fang Le stormed out of the studio.

Wen Miaohan could guess with her toes that she was going to complain again.

But she wasn’t in the least bit anxious. Turning around, she walked straight toward Ye Lin in the office area and said, “Hello, everyone. I didn’t expect Fang Le and Ye Lin from your company to go live just to smear me today. Sorry about that! I’ve let everyone see a joke.”

Ye Lin was Fang Le’s trusted confidante and another top anti-fan lurking in the studio. In ordinary times, she secretly took plenty of videos from favorable angles to mislead the onlookers into blackening Wen Miaohan, while also helping Fang Le’s anti-fan account grow successfully.

Wen Miaohan had been out of work for three months, and today there happened to be a rare scene of conflict. What a perfect opportunity.

Ye Lin’s expression was full of astonishment. She had thought Wen Miaohan was beyond saving, so she might as well go all out and do a live broadcast—but she had not expected to be discovered.

Wen Miaohan looked at Ye Lin and smiled, then took the phone and glanced at the live chat. What a deep pool of filthy black water it was.

The chat was full of comments like:

Celebrity faces are always two-faced. They smile on the surface, but behind the scenes they beat and scold the staff.

So what if she’s the boss? They’re all just working for money. How much nobler is she than anyone else, and what gives her the right to hit people?

What’s so arrogant about a fake heiress? Does she still think she’s some young lady?

The spirits of modern laborers have long been twisted into something abnormal by the pressures of life. When they saw someone openly dissing workers and turning pressure into aggression, their fighting strength was naturally imaginable.

Wen Miaohan tapped her finger and switched the camera around. When her stunning beauty reappeared on the livestream, she smiled politely and greeted everyone.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Wen Miaohan. Oh, wow, there are quite a lot of people online. Ye Lin, your anti-fan traffic is even bigger than mine, the actual person involved. Impressive.”

“Since there are so many people here, I’ll borrow this livestream to clear something up. That way, nobody can say I’m putting on a show. Which real person would put on a show in an anti-fan’s livestream? Don’t you agree?”

As she spoke, without waiting for Ye Lin’s consent, she took out her own phone, opened the surveillance backend, and pulled up the footage from just now.

“To those who are cursing me, save your energy. I’ll show you something good first.”

Wen Miaohan pointed her phone screen at the camera so that everyone could see exactly what had just happened.

In the footage, the moment Wen Miaohan entered the office, Fang Le immediately slapped her across the face. Everything Wen Miaohan did afterward was only self-defense.

Holy hell, what a reversal!