Chapter 734: Scandal Queen vs. The White Lotus Actor 5

Wu Liang immediately nodded when he heard her words, his tone turning quick and reassuring as he said, “Wanwan, what are you thinking? I’m your agent, of course I know what to do. Don’t worry, from now on you and Wan Jie have nothing to do with each other. He’s the one deliberately dragging you into this mess, I don’t know anything about whatever happened between you two.”

Tang Wan lifted her phoenix eyes and looked at him, her gaze sharp and warning, her voice slow but edged with cold intent as she replied, “It’s good that you understand. And even if something does leak, it doesn’t matter. I can clear myself clean. But whoever leaks it… I won’t let them off so easily.”

She did not say more, but her meaning was unmistakable.

After all, in the original storyline, this same Wu Liang had not only pushed the original host into ruin but had also personally participated in destroying her, using the situation to take advantage of her when she was already trapped, so how could Tang Wan possibly let someone like that walk away untouched.

At the same time, inside another studio, a low-profile nanny car was slowly driving out.

On the screen inside the car, Tang Wan’s earlier press conference was playing, the moment where she confidently faced the cameras looping again, and when her name was mentioned, the man leaning back in the seat opened his eyes, his expression calm but his gaze instantly sharpening as he looked at the screen.

He watched as Tang Wan smiled at the camera, her eyes bright, her tone playful as she openly declared her preference.

In that instant, a faint glimmer appeared in his otherwise indifferent gaze.

Beside him, his agent chuckled as he spoke, clearly amused by the situation, “Baitong, you were filming all day, so you probably haven’t seen this yet. Tang Wan got dragged into a scandal by Wan Jie today, but she flipped it around completely and even said she likes your type, mature and attractive. Honestly, it’s a good thing you don’t know her personally, otherwise you’d probably send her straight to an eye specialist.”

He clicked his tongue as he spoke, unable to hide his disbelief.

“Mature and attractive? You? You’re clearly a hard-to-please perfectionist with a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Those fans are completely fooled by your cold and restrained image.”

After hearing this, Shang Baitong glanced at him faintly, his tone calm but carrying a hint of mockery as he said, “If anyone needs an eye specialist, it’s you. Her judgment is clearly better than yours.”

The agent was immediately choked by the remark, retorting instinctively, “My eyesight is perfectly fine.”

Shang Baitong gave a soft snort in response and said nothing more, but instead of closing his eyes again, he took out his phone and opened his social media.

As expected, the trending topics were completely dominated by Tang Wan, Wan Jie, and himself, the discussion spreading rapidly across the platform.

After scanning through the situation, Shang Baitong, who had spent years in the industry, quickly saw through the underlying truth.

Tang Wan and Wan Jie must have known each other before.

Otherwise, they would never have appeared together so naturally in that photo, and Wan Jie’s statements were clearly deliberate, because no one who had survived in the entertainment industry for years would make such reckless claims publicly without calculating the consequences.

For a female celebrity, such accusations were almost fatal.

Yet Wan Jie had still chosen to say them, which meant only one thing.

It had been intentional from the beginning.

After all, the narrative of being “forced” was something fans were more willing to sympathize with, especially when it involved a male celebrity, making it easier to manipulate public opinion and reverse the situation.

However, Tang Wan’s response had been swift and precise.

She denied the relationship outright and counterattacked immediately, turning Wan Jie from a supposed victim into the one under suspicion.

At least she was not foolish.

But as that thought settled, Shang Baitong’s brows knit slightly, a faint, unexplainable dissatisfaction rising in his chest.

If she really preferred his type, then the circle was not that large.

Why had she never approached him directly?