Xu Yanzhi didn’t know what she thought of but she chuckled, "How big of a splash can she make? Thought she was so formidable—it’s just marketing."
The rumored wealthy patrons backing her haven’t co out to say a word to this day.
It seems that’s all there is to it.
Just a straw bag.
I can finally get a beauty sleep tonight.
Luo Ting watched He Qianyi’s live broadcast, her face turning dark: "You little bitch, really kicking soone when they’re down."
Beside her, Xu Lai turned on the computer, sat down on the sofa in the president suite’s living room, and began to type quickly.
Luo Ting and Yangyang’s gazes fell on Xu Lai, his typing speed was fast.
In no ti, he pressed the "enter" key, calmly closed his laptop, and stood up.
Huh??
What’s this about?
Luo Ting watched as her phone suddenly went dark, He Qianyi’s live broadcast was blocked.
And the screen was marked with an official statent.
"For content fraud and suspicion of spreading rumors, the live broadcast is temporarily suspended."
[??? Is the situation about to turn around?!]
[No way, no way, what kind of dramatic twist is this?]
[Could Jiang Mian’s wealthy patron be taking action?]
[Wow, really soone with overpowering influence, and yet no one steps in]
[I’m confused, which one is the truth!! Chaos in the lon field all night long]
...
Holy shit?!!
That’s aweso!
Luo Ting was about to say sothing when the door opened, and Fu Sichen, dressed in a white robe with water droplets trailing down his neck, his brows and eyes serene, his voice deep, said, "Give my luggage."
Xu Lai was stunned for two seconds: "Oh, yes, of course."
He handed the suitcase to Fu Sichen, and the door closed once again.
Yangyang hemd and hawed: "Sister Ting, is President Fu staying down here tonight?"
Luo Ting laughed at Yangyang who hadn’t snapped back to reality, "If President Fu doesn’t stay here, where else would he stay?"
"Sister Ting, are Sister Mianmian and President Fu really husband and wife?"
"Yes, the legally certified kind."
So in the morning when they were discussing what kind of woman President Fu might like, Luo Ting didn’t expect the truth to be right in front of her.
She added, "Yeah, and keep your mouth shut about this. No one else can know about their relationship for now."
The Movie Queen title hadn’t been secured yet; if exposed now, everything she does would be seen as relying on her husband by the outside world.
Xu Lai wiped the sweat from his forehead, working alongside President Fu, he understood that no matter what, the wife is the most important.
The eting today was about contracts worth hundreds of millions, and he hadn’t anticipated it being dropped just like that.
He’d have to tread carefully with his voice for the next few days.
At 10 p.m.
The internet was still in an uproar, with no response from Jiang Mian’s side.
Everyone was even more curious about the developnts following the sudden cut-off of the live broadcast.
Inside the president suite’s living room.
Fu Sichen lounged on the sofa, his lazy deanor revealing none of his thoughts, his eyes dark and unfathomable behind his gold rimd glasses.
He watched the surveillance footage projected on the TV, his lips pressed thinly.
"President Fu, this is the footage from the police station at that ti, everything is intact here."
Xu Lai opened another video: "This is the surveillance footage of the backstage after the red carpet event. There are no caras in the bathroom, but the corridor’s surveillance captures sound."
"I’ve already got a restoration master to amplify the sound recorded in the bathroom, it’s quite clear."
"This whole incident was clearly provoked by He Qianyi first, and it involves all the wealthy patrons behind He Qianyi after she entered the circle, we have also contacted the respective bosses’ wives."
Xu Lai couldn’t express how surprised he was seeing these photos; it could only be said that the showbiz circle is really chaotic.
His college roommate’s goddess was He Qianyi, so he’d heard about her, just didn’t expect such an existence to turn out like this...
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