He clicked on the Weibo app, which he had downloaded not long ago because of Wen Qiao, and sure enough, he saw his own na trending on Weibo, only to find the na followed by it completely beyond his expectations.
He quickly glanced over the photos on Weibo, then Fu Jinghen dialed the interoffice phone. As soon as the call was picked up, Fu Jinghen said in a cold voice, "Co in," and hung up the phone.
Soon after, soone knocked on the office door, and Feng Li rolled in with a somber face.
Having followed Fu Jinghen for many years, Feng Li could tell from just two words that Fu Jinghen was in an exceptionally bad mood right now.
"President Fu, do you have any orders?"
Hearing himself stutter, Feng Li quietly pinched his thigh to regain composure.
"Go, contact Yingcheng Hotel, retrieve the surveillance footage from the first-floor elevator entrance and inside the elevator around one this afternoon for ."
Fu Jinghen thodically continued, "Also, handle the matter on Weibo and clean up those ssy rumors with Jiang Wei while you’re at it."
Feng Li hadn’t figured out why President Fu would instruct him to do these things, but his body reacted ahead of his brain, "Yes, President Fu, I’ll take care of it right away."
"Ten minutes."
Feng Li exclaid, "Ah?"
"I’m giving you ten minutes," Fu Jinghen tapped the desk with his fingers, "In ten minutes, I don’t want to see any news about and any other won online."
"Understood."
Feng Li nodded purely on instinct.
"Go."
After receiving Fu Jinghen’s command, Feng Li rolled out with a chilly deanor.
Mom, after so many years by President Fu’s side, this was the first ti he had heard President Fu speak with such a ferocious tone.
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As she waited for Fu Jinghen’s call, Wen Qiao started browsing Weibo on her phone.
Whether online or in real life, opinions about won were always the harshest.
With the release of the Weibo post, the first few comnts were slandering Wen Shu.
"Just played a lead role and hooked up with the boss? Quite the tactic."
"What a drama of throwing oneself into soone’s arms."
"Wasn’t Wen Shu hot and heavy with Qi Ming? How did she switch to soone else’s embrace so quickly?"
"The person above, are Qi Ming and Fu Jinghen even in the sa league? Is there even a comparison? Even a fool would know who to choose, right?"
"....."
Wen Qiao felt even angrier reading these comnts.
It wasn’t because she wanted to defend Wen Shu, but because the netizens’ prejudiced behavior towards won irked her.
What made her angriest was that she couldn’t do anything about it.
She closed her eyes, scrolled down, and then Wen Qiao saw a few different kinds of comnts—
"Am I the only one who thinks Fu Jinghen is being a jerk? First, it was rumors with Jiang Wei, and now with Wen Shu. It hasn’t been that long."
Wen Qiao’s inner monologue: No, you’re not alone. I also think Fu Jinghen is a jerk.
"Don’t jump to conclusions, the people in front. You imdiately spray Wen Shu with accusations. What if it turns out to be a misunderstanding in the end?"
Right, get to the bottom of it first. If it’s not a misunderstanding, she’d be ruthless even to her own kin.
"Yeah, why jump to such strong bias against won right off the bat? Why can’t we say it was Fu Jinghen who seduced Wen Shu?"
Umm... If that last comnt is true, she would fly back imdiately to break off the engagent with Fu Jinghen and then use her eleven-centiter heels to stab a few holes in her face.
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