Chapter 2: Entertainment Industry Female Paparazzi 2

It was rumored that the triple-award-winning Film Emperor, Gu Pan’an, and the trending young idol, Mu Feng, shared an unspeakable secret.

What was even stranger was that the entire paparazzi circle had deployed numerous skilled personnel to tail them, yet no one managed to uncover anything.

The key point was that the two dared to engage in public escapades in various locations, yet no one ever caught them. It was absurd.

The original host, driven by rookie boldness and sheer dumb luck, stumbled upon some clues. She decided to expose it immediately—no one could stop her!

Without her superior’s approval, she posted the explosive gossip directly on Weibo, which subsequently crashed the platform.

Fans couldn’t accept the idea of the Film Emperor or the idol having wives, but they were oddly accepting of male-male relationships. When they discovered the two were together, they enthusiastically cheered for them.

The crisis quickly turned into an opportunity. Not only did the two remain unscathed, but their careers soared even higher.

However, the Film Emperor was vengeful and launched a series of retaliations against the original host. She became a pariah in the paparazzi world, cursed by everyone online, and eventually lost her job.

But it didn’t stop there. The young idol also targeted her, leaving her struggling even to afford food.

Fortunately, she was alone and had no dependents.

But this still wasn’t the end. The two seemed to treat her as a scapegoat. Every time they expressed their love for each other, they would torment her again. Eventually, the original host couldn’t take it anymore and jumped to her death.

Ren Xin: “………”

For a moment, she didn’t know whom to pity.

“So, what should I do?”

The first book spirit flipped through the task list. “The host’s wish is to become the most ethical paparazzi in the industry.”

“No revenge?”

“The host didn’t mention that. I think it’s best for you, Xin Xin, not to meddle.”

Got it. She had overstepped.

“Give me the starter pack!”

“Starter pack? What starter pack?”

Ren Xin complained, “Didn’t you say there were occasional rewards?”

“So do you understand what ‘occasional’ means?”

“Of course! It means you give me one every now and then!”

Book Spirit No. 1: “……… Do you even hear yourself?”

Ren Xin held out her hand. If she didn’t get it, she’d wreck everything. The book spirit had no choice but to hand one over before immediately logging off to avoid further interaction.

Ren Xin eagerly opened her reward to see what she had gained.

“Reward: Skill—Affinity MAX! Applicable in any context!”

What use did she have for this?!

Oh well, she wouldn’t complain.

Ren Xin got out of bed, glanced at her phone, and realized it was dead. She plugged it in to charge, freshened up, and ate breakfast—she was starving.

The timeline was currently at the beginning of her paparazzi career. Back then, the Film Emperor had only won two awards, and the idol was still in training.

Future was full of potential.

After eating, she tied her hair into a ponytail, ready to take on the world. Armed with her tools for survival, she set off to work confidently.

Her workplace was hidden in a residential building, where she shared the space with a hard-of-hearing old lady.

Her boss claimed this setup reflected the mysterious nature of the profession.

If they were broke, they should just admit it—what was the point of pretending?

Ren Xin huffed and puffed her way up to the third floor and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

“Anyone home? I’m here~~ Open up, I know you’re inside…”

After a long pause, she finally heard footsteps.

The door opened, revealing an elderly woman who looked older than a mountain spirit. Her sharp gaze conveyed a clear message: You better have a good reason to be here!

Ren Xin greeted her politely, “Hello, Grandma. I’m here to see Wang Qiang. Do you know him?”

The old woman’s eyelids drooped as she replied sternly, “Which one? The street loafer or the little paparazzi? There are a few of them, and I don’t know who’s Wang Qiang.”

Ren Xin felt her future was doomed.

“Either one works. I’m looking for both.”

The old lady didn’t budge, instead launching into a lecture. “Why don’t you, as a young person, do something better with your life? Collecting bottles can earn you dozens a day. What good comes from working as a paparazzi with them…”

Ren Xin: “………” Please don’t criticize my profession.

“Xiao Ren, you’re here! Come in. Grandma Chang, this is my subordinate. Stop messing with her.” Wang Qiang appeared, wearing floral shorts, and warmly invited Ren Xin inside.

Grandma Chang, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, immediately softened her tone. “Oh, Xiao Wang, you’re doing so well, having subordinates already. I always knew you’d make something of yourself…”

Ren Xin: “………” Grandma, that’s not what you said earlier!