The second headline news was the story of Fang Xiang taking a young model to a driver hotel for a room. Qin Miaomiao discreetly signed a confidentiality agreent with the website publishing this headline news, and added a clause for reposts on Weibo and other websites. She took such a troubleso route to ensure it wouldn’t be discovered early by the other party.
"President Qin, doing this will only buy us a few extra days."
"I know. If the other side wants to investigate, they’ll find out sooner or later. After all, the anonymous email wasn’t deliberately kept secret before, otherwise, I wouldn’t have found out the IP address within hours."
The assistant’s reminder was necessary, and it helped Qin Miaomiao think more clearly. What surprised her, however, was that no matter how she thought about it, she felt this incident couldn’t be unrelated to Mo Wenwan. But upon further reflection, she found no motive for Mo Wenwan, making more sense if it was following orders from a superior.
"President Qin, I think they’ll surely find the kid asking who sent the package."
"Don’t worry about it. If they genuinely want to check, there’s nothing we can do. You should go work."
Alone in the office, Qin Miaomiao’s emotions were complex. She had long adapted to the cutthroat competition among industry peers and faced these matters with a usual heart. But this ti was different. ng Yan was entering and exiting Yao Guang Entertainnt as an investor, and Hua Tiantian was an artist she needed to et.
"It couldn’t have been a better or worse ti to release the photos. I don’t know if they’re slapping my face or ng Yan’s face. This ti, I bet they should realize the sense of crisis clearly."
Hua Tiantian and ng Yan had a brief discussion in the car for nearly an hour, clarifying everything needed. Unexpectedly, the next day, she saw herself and him on headlines. Before she had ti to digest and adapt, news of Fang Xiang holding a young model for a room spread wildly on Weibo, temporarily overshadowing her and ng Yan’s headline.
"Feels like it’s scripted or sothing, first then Fang Xiang."
Hua Tiantian felt sothing was off. After thinking carefully, she realized that Qin Miaomiao’s reminder was correct. No matter how cautious, the paparazzi still managed to capture the photos, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Tian Tian, look, Mr. ng’s company entrance is surrounded by reporters."
Suddenly, the assistant’s ssage caught Hua Tiantian’s attention. She stared at the video on her phone, completely stunned. In a panic, she called ng Yan but found his phone was off.
"It’s all my fault for not listening to Sister Qin earlier, causing this ss."
Hua Tiantian suddenly felt guilty and beca instantly upset, fearing the matter wouldn’t calm down and worried about the negative impact it might have on ng Yan.
"Don’t worry, President Qin will definitely find a way to solve this."
Unlike previous exposés, this ti it involved ng Yan, and Hua Tiantian felt she had implicated ng Yan. Her mood at this mont was extrely troubled.
Understanding that ng Yan was surely busy, Qin Miaomiao refrained from calling him and instead called his assistant. After briefly inquiring about ng Yan’s current situation and hearing about their public relations efforts, she felt relieved and hung up the phone.
"I wonder if Tian Tian feels guilty about this matter."
Just as Qin Miaomiao weighed the pros and cons, the assistant urgently knocked on the office door: "President Qin, more and more reporters are outside."
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