In fact, Song Song hadn’t really left; she was hiding in the shadows, watching Qiao Yu et with a reporter and seeing them whisper to each other clandestinely.
Once Qiao Yu got on the nanny van and left, Song Song intercepted the reporter. The reporter, upon seeing her, imdiately tried to flee, but he didn’t manage a single step before Song Song expertly shoulder-threw him to the ground—
"B-boss, spare ! I’m just doing my job for the money." The reporter winced in pain, "I-I have elderly and kids to feed at ho too. Please, boss, have rcy."
"Hmm, I know you’re doing this for money. If it weren’t like that, your hands would’ve been useless long ago."
Song Song stood with her arms crossed in front of the reporter, her eyes cold as ice, "Now get up and tell what exactly that woman wanted you to do!"
The reporter struggled to his feet, holding his arm, looking wobbly, "She wanted to... post the scene of you two eting online. She’s planning to use fan power to attack you. Nowadays fans are really powerful, and once you’re targeted, it’s indeed a troubleso matter."
"Hah." Song Song sneered, "I knew it; she hasn’t improved at all in four years. Why doesn’t she think of smarter ways to deal with ?"
"Sir... I really am innocent." The reporter, not wanting to get into trouble, looked at the man, feeling he was very difficult to deal with. Just taking pictures earlier made his hands shake, and now standing in front of him, he was even more afraid, his legs weak, "I can choose not to post it online, I’ll even return the money to her, I just want peace and not to cause trouble."
"Don’t be!" Song Song smiled slightly, "You’ve already taken the money, just do your job as usual. Alright, you can go now."
"Re-really... I can do the job as usual?" The reporter was nearly scared to death.
Oh please! Why does this man’s smile seem scarier than when he’s not smiling—
He desperately wanted to go ho and find his mom!
"Yeah!" Song Song touched her hair, "Do what she asked you to do. Since you’ve taken the money, you should do your job well, understand?"
"I understand, I understand—" The reporter was so scared he could barely move.
Song Song waved him off, "Alright, go on!"
"Yes—" The reporter chanically turned around, his legs completely failing to listen to him.
"Wait a minute."
"Yes—"
The reporter imdiately turned around, with an expression of waiting for further instructions from the boss.
Song Song, not wanting to continue frightening him, pulled out a stack of cash from her pocket and shoved it into his hand, "Brother, I was a bit rough earlier, you should go get it checked out; there might be a fracture."
"Mom! Save —" The reporter turned and ran, scattering the money all over the ground, his face as pale as if he’d seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Song Song touched her nose, squatted down, and picked up the money sheet by sheet, "This guy must be a fool! Doesn’t even want the money I’m giving him."
——
A day later, news appeared online about Song Song and Qiao Yu eting, quickly occupying the top spot on trending searches.
Song Song was in soone’s lounge, bored, scrolling through those online comnts, occasionally laughing like a pig, and soone in the office heard her laughter and imdiately walked in.
Only to see her sprawled on the sofa, snacking on pickled chicken feet, laptop on her lap, operating it with one hand, and upon seeing him, she said, "The netizens today have such wild imaginations! They’re even analyzing whether I’m the top or bottom."
"..." Xiao Jinghuai walked over with a sullen face, picked up the laptop to look, and his face darkened even more, "When did this happen?"
"Yesterday!" Song Song said nonchalantly.
Xiao Jinghuai snatched the junk food from her hands, "Why didn’t you tell about such a big deal?"
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