The sleazy young man suddenly felt that everything was not right.
Following that, the cafe owner was also uneasy, having never anticipated that one day, he would see soone as prestigious as Bo Yan in his own small shop.
Incredible.
The key point was that Bo Yan had co to settle accounts; his expression seed to herald an impending storm, which intimidated everyone to their core.
The sleazy young man clenched his hands and hurriedly apologized, "Mr. Bo, the great movie star, I was confused about this matter. I will give you all of your son’s negatives right away. Please, forgive for this incident.
Previously, blinded by money, he hadn’t realized what the consequences of his actions could be, and the editor-in-chief’s silence was probably because he wanted him to face the rejection personally.
Although they were notoriously parasitic within the circle, so scandals should not be followed up on, even if you know sothing, it shouldn’t be leaked, let alone used for blackmail.
That would only lead to a more miserable demise.
It didn’t take long for the sleazy young man to understand the vast gap between himself and Bo Yan, and he made a choice.
The cafe owner had often seen such negotiations, it was just that the stakeholder was particularly significant this ti.
However, what earth-shattering news had he heard?
Bo Yan already had a son?
OMG. That couldn’t be true.
Too frightening.
He minimized his presence as much as possible, retreating behind the bar, not daring to stick his head out.
With an expressionless face, Bo Yan looked at the young man opposite him and said succinctly, "Information about the sender of the negatives, give it to ."
"Okay."
Bo Yan continued, "I don’t care how Morning Light positions itself, nor do I care about how many celebrities’ private lives Morning Light can capture, but..."
When he said ’but,’ Bo Yan’s voice suddenly dropped, carrying a chilling undertone, "I do not want any information about my son to appear anywhere.
Morning Light indeed has considerable influence, but... I am not without resources either. Go back and tell your leaders, if you want to coexist peacefully, it’s best to keep your distance."
"Yes, yes, I will go back and talk," the sleazy young man was completely baffled, not understanding what he had just been through. He was delusional to think of blackmailing with the photo of Bo Yan’s son.
And what had the editor-in-chief said before he left?
...
"No matter what it takes, find out the person, whether they are from the old mansion neighborhood or sneaked in so other way. Check everything; I don’t want Zhizhi’s photo leaked a second ti. If such an incident occurs again, you’ll be sent back to the headquarters in the United States."
As Bo Yan stepped out the door, he dialed Xie Cheng, who was on the verge of tears, "I know the matter regarding Zhizhi made you very upset, and believe , I am upset too.
But such things are truly beyond my control. I don’t want Zhizhi’s photos to appear anywhere either, but what can I do about these pervasive paparazzi?
Despite all precautions, it still got leaked. I’ve reflected on this for a long ti and realized there truly were no oversights."
Xie Cheng’s efficiency in handling matters was sothing Bo Yan acknowledged, although occasionally off-target, it was trivial, and even if he hadn’t intervened, Xie Cheng would have managed to suppress this incident, perhaps even more brutally and ruthlessly.
The whole affair seed to be planned, managing to bypass Xie Cheng’s attention, which in itself was quite strange.
Bo Yan was indeed furious about this matter—Zhizhi was still young, and he didn’t want Zhizhi to be forced to appear before everyone. Zhizhi, as their child, was not to be reduced to re gossip.
The resentnt stirred by this incident did not satisfy Bo Yan after it was resolved; on the contrary, it fueled his anger even more.
The intentions of such people were too sinister. Zhizhi was only a few years old, and yet they targeted her, indicating that those who disliked him and the baby were not in the minority.
...
Diyang dia.
After Situ Jue took over as CEO of Diyang dia, although he wasn’t as busy as a dog, his work was still overwhelming. While he didn’t need to handle every artist personally, so decisions still couldn’t be made without his involvent.
Many were afraid to take responsibility, reluctant to take on tasks themselves. Regarding this, he urgently called a high-level eting, sarcastically humiliating those timid, dividend-waiting shareholders till their faces turned red, causing them to question their lives.
Qi Nian was caught up in overti and witnessed how he shad those shareholders. Thinking back, the Situ Jue she knew shouldn’t be soone with such a fierce temper.
As for Situ Jue’s relentless pursuit, Qi Nian couldn’t deny she couldn’t resist it; hence, after graduation, she formally established a relationship with him. Qi Younian found out about her relationship right after she graduated.
After learning who her graduation partner was, Qi Younian seed to have spoken with Situ Jue. Qi Nian was unclear about what they discussed, but Situ Jue started to visit her more frequently, and her younger uncle seed utterly unconcerned about soone’s whereabouts at night.
Thus, Qi Nian was easily whisked away by Situ Jue to her workplace, and she followed him to the eting room. Originally sleepy, she imdiately perked up upon hearing Situ Jue’s shouting, feeling sowhat exasperated.
Looking at all the faces flushed like pig livers, Qi Nian was totally alert, idly playing with her notebook and nonchalantly listening to the eting.
After everyone left, she teasingly looked at Situ Jue. Situ Jue was sorting files, turned sideways to look at her, and tapped his fingers on the desk twice, "Just now, did you feel like sleeping?"
Qi Nian raised an eyebrow, "I thought you wouldn’t have ti to pay attention to just now.
Situ Jue chuckled lightly, his enchanting face looking srizingly beguiling, "How could that be? You know, from the beginning, my main focus was you."
Qi Nian really disliked it when he made such romantic overtures, which gave her goosebumps, yet for so reason, he enjoyed teasing her cheesily.
She stretched lazily, her tone hazy, "Situ Jue, I really want to sleep."
Situ Jue pushed back his chair, leaned over to lift her up, startling Qi Nian out of her drowsiness. Her arms wrapped around Situ Jue’s neck, her face looking sowhat displeased, "What are you doing!"
Situ Jue adjusted her in his arms, his voice sounding above her head, "Rest on for a bit, I’ll wake you up when I get off work, okay?"
Qi Nian, puzzled, "Can’t we go ho now?"
"Hmm, there are still so issues I need to handle, can’t leave. Just rest on for a while."
Qi Nian gritted her teeth, "You really enjoy being free labour? Can’t you let have a good sleep in the resting room in your office?"
"I want to hold you," he replied.
"My younger uncle doesn’t even check whether I’ve co ho or not now, what exactly did you tell him?"
Situ Jue, "I’m thinking about marrying you next year."
Qi Nian stared in disbelief: "...You’re joking, right?"
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
Qi Nian shook her head, expressing her perspective, "But I, I I I, I’m not ready to get married yet."
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