279: Can't let her be ruined like this.

Song Yuqi understood, but she really couldn't control her curiosity. She cupped Cho Mi-yeon's cheeks with both hands.

"Meiyan, seeing as I comforted you, satisfy my curiosity, won't you?"

"Ah???"

Song Yuqi's sudden turn caught her off guard. She was still feeling touched, and then this came out of nowhere, making her uncomfortable.

Song Yuqi looked at her blinking big eyes, internally exclaiming how cute she was, and couldn't resist giving her cheeks two 'biu~biu' squeezes.

"Yah!" Cho Mi-yeon, realizing what was happening, slapped Song Yuqi's mischievous hands away and complained speechlessly.

"Can you please show me some respect?" She rubbed her thumb and index finger together. "Even if it's just for a moment, please..."

"Arasso, I'll be careful next time." Song Yuqi interrupted her, pressing her hand down, automatically ignoring the look of disdain in her eyes.

She leaned her head closer and whispered, "Why exactly did you leave YG? I'm genuinely curious. Don't say too much, but can you roughly..."

"Yah!"

Cho Mi-yeon was truly at her limit. Just as she was about to lash out, Song Yuqi interrupted again: "Don't worry, I absolutely won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Aish, are you sick? Haven't I told you already? I left YG because I felt there was no hope of debuting. You want to..."

Song Yuqi gave her a big eye-roll: "Fine, if you don't want to say, then don't. You're wasting my expression, tsk~"

"Yah!"

"..."

SEVENTEEN's The8 and Jun stared at the Instagram post from Xu Zhiyou, wide-eyed.

After a while, Jun finally spoke hesitantly: "Zhiyou really is one to make a splash when she finally does, tsk tsk!"

The8 nodded silently: "I thought she didn't care about those haters who said she was faking a creative persona. I didn't expect her to go this big. A producer, how extravagant."

Kim Mingyu, sitting next to them, saw the two whispering in Chinese and asked in confusion: "What are you two jabbering about? Chanting prayers?"

"Here." The8 handed him his phone. "The response to yesterday's accusations about Zoe faking it is out."

"A lawyer's letter warning? Or guiding fans to crash the company's official website?" Kim Mingyu asked curiously as he took the phone.

"Just look for yourself. It's pretty simple and crude anyway."

Xu Zhiyou often guided fans to crash YG's official website, so it wasn't surprising that he would think that.

"Unbelievable!" Kim Mingyu said to The8, speechless. "Just to vent, this is such a waste. Is it really worth it?"

It's not rare to write one mega-hit song, but for every song to be a mega-hit is a symbol of skill. Crucially, Xu Zhiyou's own flow is also terrifying.

Good songs plus huge popularity, even a lump on the roadside could go viral. Her value would surely skyrocket. He was envious, the drooling kind of envious.

The8, seeing his unpromising demeanor, took back his phone: "She has talent, what business is it of yours?"

Kim Mingyu didn't mind. He grabbed The8's arm: "Hyung, Minghao-hyung, you have many friends. Can you ask around if there's a chance for us to get a song from her?"

The8 initially wanted to say there was no chance, but after thinking about it, he said: "Currently, probably no chance. We'll see later."

Many people sought her out to write songs, and the prices were not low, but she stubbornly didn't take a single commission.

With Xu Zhiyou's creative talent, she was truly too lazy to write songs for others, so asking her for songs is best avoided, to spare both parties awkwardness... YG President's Office.

Yang Hyun-suk stood in front of the glass, lost in thought, the page on his office computer displaying stock price information.

"President Nim, isn't the company's stock price rising a good thing?" The assistant expressed her incomprehension.

If they wanted to release an EP, he should just let them. After all, they didn't have to prepare the songs. Yet, he was still troubled, not knowing how good he had it.

Yang Hyun-suk turned around and said to her with a look of disdain: "Do you know how popular the songs produced by Zoe are?"

"Yes!"

Yang Hyun-suk saw her nod and said with a pained expression: "Giving the four of them solos is one thing. Throwing out four songs to test the waters wouldn't be a loss."

"But now, she directly gave me an EP, a minimum of sixteen songs, sixteen mega-hit songs!"

"Usually, asking her to write one title track is like asking for her life, but now she just pulls out sixteen songs like it's nothing."

"If these songs were given to other groups, how much money would the company make? It's simply a waste, a squandering of natural resources."

At this point: "No, I must stop this." He rushed to his desk in a few strides, picked up his phone, and dialed Xu Zhiyou's number.

"Uh???"

The assistant watched, dumbfounded. She finally realized that her President Nim thought giving the four BLACKPINK members an EP was a waste.

However, seeing her President Nim's current reaction, she actually understood why Xu Zhiyou always used public opinion to exert pressure. No other reason, it just worked.

Thailand.

Xu Zhiyou looked at the online discussions: "Oh, just now there were a bunch of people cursing me, but now I can't find a single one. What a pity!"

The four of them collectively rolled their eyes, but no one opened their mouth to complain. There was nothing to complain about; it was truly impossible to complain.

Who told her to have such skill? Those comments saying she was impolite and disrespectful to her Unnies.

Every time a comment appeared, it was immediately shot down. Now it had directly evolved into fans of various idols begging her to 'kick' their biases.

The prices were already set: one song for a butt kick, one EP for a foot kick (anywhere was fine), and even more extreme, one full album just for leaving enough breath to sing. It was simply absurd.

Park Chaeyoung thought of something, slapped her forehead, and excitedly said: "Zoe, does this incident prove that the more works you have, the less likely your 'house' will collapse?"

"Uh???"

Not only was Xu Zhiyou stunned, but even Kim Ji-soo and the other three didn't understand Park Chaeyoung's train of thought.

Finally, Lisa was the first to speak: "Chaeyoung, what are you trying to say?"

"Lisa, think about it. The only way Zoe's 'house' could collapse is through fighting and being a smart-mouth. Look at the fans' attitude, isn't she completely safe now?"

Kim Ji-soo and the other three's eyes lit up after hearing that. There was truly nothing wrong with that statement. Besides being a smart-mouth and liking to fight, there was nothing to fault Xu Zhiyou for.

Xu Zhiyou narrowed her eyes at her, and said in a chilling tone: "Park Chaeyoung, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase that. Who are you calling a smart-mouth?"

Park Chaeyoung felt a shiver down her spine and weakly said: "Aigoo, don't mind these details. You just need to know that you're safe."

"Aish, you want to die, don't you?" Xu Zhiyou reached out, ready to strangle her, just as her phone rang.

Park Chaeyoung took advantage of her momentary dazed, took a step back, and jumped behind Lisa to hide, ready to use her as a shield if things went south.

Xu Zhiyou couldn't be bothered with her. She picked up her phone and, looking at the screen, asked in confusion: "Why is President Nim calling me?"

Upon hearing it was President Nim, the four of them instantly fell silent, which made Xu Zhiyou stare blankly. She gave them a disdainful look and pressed connect.

"Yeoboseyo, President Nim, I've already resolved the online public opinion, so don't worry, haha~"

Yang Hyun-suk wanted to kick her upon hearing that. Which artist of his was like her, constantly guiding fans to bombard the official website? She really was something.