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Weekly Entertainment Magazine Report: Zhong Yu Injured Unexpectedly During Shooting of a Well-Known Car Advertisement
Weekly Entertainment Magazine has released a report: During the filming of a well-known car advertisement, Zhong Yu suffered an injury due to inadequate safety measures. The car collided directly with the safety barrier on the roadside, causing the entire front end of the car to cave in. The driver’s side airbags had all deployed, and fragments of metal were scattered all around.
In the accompanying image, Zhong Yu can be seen sitting in the driver’s seat, appearing to be seriously injured. His head is covered in blood, and the white shirt he’s wearing is stained red at the shoulder, creating a scene of chaos.
However, when he was helped out of the car, he seemed to be conscious.
Fans express deep concern, with many leaving messages under Zhong Yu’s studio’s official social media account, urging them to take the advertising company to court. They believe that not even basic safety measures were taken, treating human lives as a joke.
…
At the hospital, after undergoing a full-body examination and getting X-rays, Zhong Yu’s internal organs weren’t harmed; he just suffered some external skin injuries.
The doctor was currently treating the wounds on Zhong Yu’s face and hands. The cut on his hand was quite deep due to a metal fragment, so it needed to be disinfected and stitched up, which made the process a bit complicated.
Surprisingly for the doctor, the big celebrity didn’t give them a hard time at all throughout the procedure; it went quite smoothly, contrary to what he had imagined.
“For the next few days, make sure not to get water on the hand wound, and also be careful with the wound on your face. It’s a bit deep, so you need to take enough time to recover properly.”
Fang Dingyao watched as the doctor finished applying medicine and bandaging the wounds on Clock Yù’s face. She stood beside him, visibly anxious and agitated.
“I guess we’ll have to reschedule shoots for this entire month. The advertisers have a contract with us, and they’re fully responsible for this incident…”
Zhong Yu nodded slightly, appearing quite calm as he asked, “So, does that mean I’ll be on vacation for the next half month?”
Fang Dingyao was feeling anxious, so her tone wasn’t very pleasant as she replied, “What else can we do? Do you think you can participate in any activities like this?”
Zhong Yu responded with a quiet “Mm” and fell silent.
Due to the medication application, the doctor brushed his hair to the side, revealing his perfect profile line. There was a silent sense of desolation about him.
Watching him like this, Fang Dingyao hesitated for a moment, then turned to the doctor and asked, “Doctor, this won’t leave any scars, right?”
The doctor was aware that for people like them who needed to be in front of the camera, a facial injury was quite troublesome. However, it wasn’t something that could be rushed. He replied, “It depends on how the wound heals. We’ll have to wait a couple of days to change the dressing and see. It’s hard to say for sure right now.”
…
In the bustling commercial street, the road was filled with traffic, and pedestrians were weaving through the crowd. Sitting in the car, Zhong Yu could easily lift his gaze and see the enormous electronic billboards on the opposite buildings.
The person in the photo on the billboard had an outstanding temperament, a handsome face, and pedestrians would often pause on the sidewalk, taking out their phones to take photos of the billboard.
Following his line of sight, Fang Dingyao also looked at the scrolling, dynamic electronic billboard. After a moment of astonishment, she almost instantly understood.
Le Huo, as this year’s rising star in the entertainment industry, was on a rising trajectory. His recent drama had received widespread acclaim, and his acting skills had gained public recognition. Naturally, he was enjoying great popularity and attention.
Most importantly, who is Le Huo’s current sponsor? As this thought crossed Fang Dingyao’s mind, a sense of indignation mixed with helplessness gradually grew within her.
She even began to suspect whether their breakup had been accompanied by a bitter argument. Otherwise, how could Xu Linshen be so subtly suppressing Zhong Yu? After all, they had been at least close to being a couple. Xu Linshen’s actions were truly heartless in this regard.
Although she had seen through the brutal reality of the entertainment industry for many years, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for Zhong Yu at this moment…
The only consolation was that Zhong Yu had a solid foundation. Even if he didn’t have many projects generating buzz, his popularity hadn’t plummeted too quickly.
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the residential area, and Fang Dingyao handed him a plastic bag containing medicine: “Don’t eat spicy food, keep the wound dry, and when you take a shower, remember to protect the wound with plastic wrap, okay?”
Zhong Yu stepped out of the car, using his uninjured hand to close the car door, and smiled: “I know, I can take care of myself.”
Fang Dingyao watched him enter the residential area, a vague and inexplicable worry in her heart.
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Due to his injury, Zhong Yu was forced to halt his work, and his life at home became quite simple. He couldn’t wet his wound, so he couldn’t cook for himself. Therefore, he had been ordering takeout during these days. Whenever he went to the supermarket, he would buy a lot of snacks to stock up. His apartment was filled with various DVDs, and playing games helped him pass the time. When he felt tired, he could just lie on the couch and take a nap.
This routine continued for about three days. Perhaps due to consuming too much takeout and snacks recently, when Zhong Yu woke up from his afternoon nap, he felt a bit uncomfortable in his stomach.
He grabbed his wallet and searched for a cap in the closet, preparing to go out and buy some stomach medicine for himself. However, as he opened the door, he suddenly found Xu Linshen right at his doorstep.
Xu Líinshen was still wearing a suit, and he hadn’t even loosened his tie. He looked as though he had just come down from a meeting.
Zhong Yu remained frozen in the position of opening the door for a good few seconds before reacting slightly.
Xu Linshen had learned about Zhong Yu’s injury through online reports. The photos accompanying the reports were quite shocking, but Zhong Yu’s studio clarified that it was only a minor skin injury and nothing serious.
Upon learning the news, he immediately rushed to the hospital, only to be informed that Zhong Yu had been discharged on the same day…
His gaze first landed on the area where the other person’s face was wrapped up. Perhaps because the wound was extremely close to his face, his hair had been trimmed shorter near the wound, creating a slight asymmetry compared to the slightly longer strands on the other side. The brim of the cap was pulled low, making his face appear small and extremely gaunt.
Zhong Yu lowered his hand from the door frame, looking at him calmly and asking, “Do you have something you need?”
His tone wasn’t particularly cold, and there was even a hint of indescribable gentleness. After a brief moment of shock, Xu Linshen’s gaze inadvertently dropped to the hand wrapped in gauze that hung naturally at Zhong Yu’s side. He found himself at a loss for words for a moment, uncertain about what he should say.
The air suddenly fell into a brief silence. Zhong Yu looked at him for a moment, then spoke, “Since there’s nothing to discuss, you can leave.”
As he was about to close the door, Xu Linshen saw the action and almost blurted out without thinking, “Wait!”
These two words sounded a bit urgent, which made them seem oddly abrupt. Zhong Yu halted his movement, a hint of puzzlement flashing in his eyes. “What’s the matter?”
Xu Linshen’s heart sank slightly. He cleared his throat and hesitated for a moment before shaking his head slightly and saying in a somewhat strained tone, “I left something here. I’ve come to retrieve it.”
Upon hearing his words, Zhong Yu first uttered a soft “Oh,” appearing somewhat slow as he paused for several seconds. Then he took a half step back, making way for Xu Linshen.
Xu Lishen pushed the wheelchair into Zhong Yu’s home. As soon as he entered, he saw the snacks piled up like small mountains on the sofa and coffee table. Some were unpacked and not placed neatly, leaving crumbs all over the table.
“You… just help yourself and look around. I’m not very sure where you usually keep your things.”
Xu Linshen nodded, but before he could say much, he saw Zhong Yu turning and heading into the kitchen.
For some reason, facing this version of Zhong Yu, Xu Linshen suddenly felt very uneasy. It was an indescribable feeling—overwhelmingly powerless yet incredibly familiar—bringing forth a strong sense of bitterness from deep within his heart.
Indeed, he never cared about his own efforts, and naturally, he would never care about his own assumed hurts. That’s why he could easily maintain such polite distance.
It shows he doesn’t care after all. Even when he used Le Huo to provoke him before, he remained indifferent in the same manner. Moreover, it seems that no matter what I do, it has no effect whatsoever.
It’s as if all extreme feelings of love and hate have reached their limits, leaving nothing behind—empty and devoid of anything.
The room’s curtains were drawn tightly, casting a dim light throughout the space. Xu Linshen stayed in the living room for a while, while Zhong Yu remained in the kitchen without coming out. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of boiling water finally came from the kitchen.
After waiting outside for over ten minutes and still not seeing him come out, Xu Linshen’s tensed back gradually relaxed, and he gave a bitter smile.
In fact, it was already close to 3 PM, and Zhong Yu’s daily life at home wasn’t very structured. He usually cooked something for himself whenever he got hungry.
When Zhong Yu emerged from the kitchen, he found that Xu Linshen had already left at some point. He proceeded to eat the freshly cooked dumplings, and as the warm food entered his stomach, he began to feel much more comfortable.
This routine continued for nearly a week, and Fang Dingyao was occupied with her work, only occasionally calling to ask about his condition. But as his assignment neared completion, he didn’t pay much attention to these calls, responding casually.
However, during the time Zhong Yu was recuperating, explosive news about him suddenly emerged online.
The report was written by Orange Entertainment Weekly, and its main focus was on Zhong Yu’s past as a bartender during his high school years. The article included several photos of him pouring drinks for customers and customers placing tips in his pocket.
Although the customer’s face was mostly blocked due to the angle, and the photos were taken several years ago, there were noticeable differences in the hairstyle, demeanor, and even appearance of the male bartender compared to the present Zhong Yu. However, it was still easy to find traces of the current Zhong Yu within those images.
—He was just a high school student back then, and things were already this harsh… His fans were trying to create sympathy by saying he couldn’t afford college due to his family’s financial difficulties…
—His skills in that industry seem pretty proficient, he must have earned quite a bit of money from it. All those great opportunities he got previously were probably a result of this. Which outstanding class representative can spill the beans about Zhong Yu’s benefactor?
—He might be good at his profession, but his character is so questionable. I can’t understand why someone like him still has fans. He’s a cancer in the entertainment industry.
This incident escalated rapidly, and its impact was widespread and detrimental. Public relations efforts seemed to have little effect, and the fallout was extensive. Several previously arranged endorsements and advertisements were canceled, and there were even rumors circulating that some advertisers urgently pulled out of ongoing Zhong Yu endorsement campaigns. Certain storefronts had removed his posters.
Fang Dingyao was swamped every day. For an artist, scandals like this were the worst nightmare, almost a fatal blow. If this matter couldn’t be clarified, it was highly unlikely that advertisers would ever consider working with him again, and his career prospects would be essentially destroyed.
But how can this be clarified? The report is well-founded, and there’s no way to find any loopholes.
Chu Yan sat on the couch and browsed through Weibo. He realized that several days had passed, yet the trending topic criticizing him was still firmly holding the top spot.
System 1551 prompt: [Host, the mission has been completed. You can choose to leave this world now.]
Naturally, Chu Yan understood and nodded, responding, [Okay, I got it.]
After saying that, he glanced at Weibo for a while longer before turning off his phone to get ready for a shower.
Watching the phone screen gradually dim, Xu Linshen felt an uncontrollable surge of indescribable panic in his previously agitated heart.
He placed the phone on the table, took a moment to compose himself, yet for an instant, a trace of bewilderment crossed his mind—what exactly was he trying to achieve by calling him just now?
To express concern for him?
No, no, no… If that were truly the case, it would be absurd. Weren’t the actions he had taken during this period precisely leading to this outcome?
Moreover, the way things were now… it was his own doing…
Closing his eyes, Xu Linshen leaned back against the chair’s backrest, his mind in turmoil for an uncertain period. His thoughts were chaotic, like fleeting glimpses of various ideas that he couldn’t grasp.
Dialing the number again, after waiting for almost half a minute, just as he thought the call was going to be disconnected once more, it was answered.
“Hello…”
Without waiting for the other person’s voice, the voice on the other end repeated, “Hello, are you there? Is there something you need?”
Perhaps due to the phone’s limitations, Xu Linshen always felt like that voice was distant.
However, it was precisely this calm and polite voice that curiously seemed to douse his agitated and confused emotions with a bucket of cold water in an instant.
Yes, it seemed that he didn’t really need his concern… Not in the past, and not now either. So what was he really doing?
“Hello…” The voice on the other end seemed puzzled, not understanding why he called and remained silent.
Xu Linshen’s throat felt dry, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly. But before he could say anything, the phone made a beep sound and was abruptly disconnected.
After a few days, early in the morning, while on his way to the company, Xu Linshen suddenly received a phone call. When he saw the caller ID, his heart started to pound uncontrollably. There was a surreal feeling, and after hesitating for a moment, he pressed the answer button. A completely unfamiliar voice came from the other end.
“Hello, may I ask if you are a family member of the phone’s owner? We might need you to come to the hospital.”
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