After his speech ended, the host almost rushed out to save the scene, quickly pulling the event back on schedule, bringing out the famous young actor we originally invited. Only then did the mood barely settle.
But the programs that followed became more and more rushed.
And offstage, Zion stayed at the side, softly comforting Maeve.
Her eyes were red, quietly crying. “It’s all my fault… if I hadn’t gone off-key, no one would yell at you like this.”
Zion’s voice was gentle, even pampering. “It’s fine, people forget fast, it’ll fade soon.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I walked over and held my phone in front of him.
On the screen was the fresh top trending tag.
#KnowingMeFiveYearAnniversaryDisaster
#ZionBringsMistressOnStage
I stared at him, asking each word clearly. “No big deal?”
“Zion, tell me—”
“Who is going to make up for the losses caused today?!”
Clearly, Zion had never expected people online to push back against Maeve this hard.
The livestream of “Knowing Me” was nearly drowned out; the rolling comments were packed with jokes and doubts.
The backstage inbox was blowing up.
I held the trending page toward him. In just a few seconds, the phone shook several more times; every call was from a business partner.
But he only wrinkled his brow a little.
“Is it that serious?”
“Players just want some emotional comfort. Give them a few free skins, some limited outfits, and they’ll forget.”
Zion spoke casually, “I’ll take care of tonight’s losses. Don’t make a big fuss.”
As soon as he finished, partners rushed over to pull him away; there was a pile of follow-up chaos waiting for him.
Once Zion left, the always quiet and obedient Maeve finally raised her head.
The fear on her face vanished in an instant, replaced with a barely hidden smug look.
“Natalie, look at you, so what if you’re pregnant?”
“You can’t even hold onto your man.”
“The way you look now, you’re already being pushed aside. Why not be smart and hand over your spot? If you wait until they throw you out, it’ll only look worse.”
I looked at her and said calmly, “What are you, that you think you can talk to me?”
Her expression froze, and she opened her mouth angrily.
I didn’t let her continue.
I slapped her.
Clear and loud in the tight backstage room.
“Being a mistress is one thing, but someone as cheap as you, this is the first time I’ve seen it!”
Maeve held her cheek, stunned. Then tears fell in streams.