Qiao Yuxian’s phone kept receiving ssages, all concerned about her.
She didn’t read a single one.
She just sent a ssage for the Yunzhong Building side to contact the higher-ups at Weibo, and within a few minutes, her Weibo was verified.
Then Qiao Yuxian posted two Weibos.
The first one was a video from the backstage of the Xi i Grand Ceremony.
It clearly showed her backstage, Yixing City taking the initiative to approach her, the two exchanged a few words at a distance, and then Yixing City left.
The surveillance clearly shows that Qiao Yuxian kept a polite, even sowhat vigilant distance from him, her deanor polite yet distant.
She was just about 180 ters away from Yixing City.
After posting this surveillance video, Qiao Yuxian posted another Weibo.
A Flower That Can Beco Invisible: [Looked through the comnts, ninety percent are fans of Yixing City. Go ahead, keep cursing, I want to see when your Brother Xing will get his next job.]
After Qiao Yuxian posted the Weibo.
The Weibo appeared quickly, but the verification appeared with so delay.
So, what appeared on the hot search first was: [A Flower That Can Beco Invisible Posted a Weibo Response.]
A few minutes later, the hot search was filled with:
[A Flower That Can Beco Invisible Weibo Verification.]
[President of Xi i.]
[Mysterious Xi i President Appears.]
[He Tu’s Weibo Was Bombed With ntions.]
[He Tu Posted a Weibo to Confirm.]
...
After posting the Weibo, Qiao Yuxian still hadn’t cald down.
She continued to silently send ssages.
In the office, Lin You was the first to look at Qiao Yuxian. Not only that, he stood up directly, pushing his chair back with a screeching sound before looking at Qiao Yuxian.
The noise was too loud, so Qiao Yuxian raised her eyes to look at him.
Lin You looked at her reddened eyes, shocked into silence.
Gradually, other colleagues also looked over.
Xu Qingqing first touched her belly.
She felt there was a need to take her maternity leave early, she was always easily agitated here.
Zhao ng kept looking at the news online.
She was working while watching, always paying attention to Qiao Yuxian’s condition.
Qiao Yuxian was constantly sending ssages on her phone without making a sound, worrying Zhao ng about her ntal state.
Unexpectedly, she quietly did sothing major.
"You..." Zhao ng was the first to speak, "You are Xi i, Xi i’s..."
Qiao Yuxian looked at her, paused, and gently nodded.
Upon receiving the reaction, Zhao ng’s face twitched and remained silent for a long ti.
Though Qiao Yuxian was extrely angry, seeing Zhao ng’s bewildered expression, she lightly teased, "The boss of Xi i didn’t go bald. Really didn’t."
Zhao ng’s face twitched again.
Who cares if Xi i’s boss is bald or not right now?
She had lived with Xi i’s boss for two years.
Two years!!!
Xi i!
Qiao Yuxian’s phone rang twice, and she patted Zhao ng’s hand to direct her attention to the computer.
She smiled at the others, then looked back at her phone.
Everyone else was stunned for a mont, those who sat, sat, those who worked, continued working.
But they still glanced at Qiao Yuxian from ti to ti.
Qiao Yuxian ignored them, focusing on the online updates.
[Xi i President? Isn’t the Xi i President’s surna Xi? What’s going on? Isn’t her surna Qiao?]
[So she used her position to exploit our Brother Xing for personal gains.]
[Not only exploiting Yixing City, but it’s probably the sa with Qiao Weizhou. Maybe there are other guys in the company. Could it be that her husband is also one of her kept n?]
[After all, that’s the Xi i boss, perhaps her husband knows everything, but there’s nothing he can do.]
[The surveillance video is out; it was Yixing City who approached Qiao first. Qiao always looked indifferent. Aren’t the fans supposed to check their heads?]
[What can a video prove? How can you be sure Qiao wasn’t being cautious outside to avoid being seen? She already treated him that way in public, who knows how she bullies him in private.]
[Now I understand why Xi i has been silent. With everyone attacking them despite the clear evidence from surveillance, responding wouldn’t help; just more scolding.]
...
Qiao Yuxian continued reading the comnts without responding, instead waiting for the police to update at 3:30.
...
Yixing City was filming on set.
An entire scene wasn’t completed before the director called a stop.
Yixing City and his co-star weren’t sure what happened, looking at the director.
And the director picked up the microphone and said, "Everyone, take a break. Xing City, co over here."
Yixing City saw the agent standing next to the director, wondering while walking over.
His agent had just left, not even an hour ago, why was he back already, and why did he look so dark, clearly sothing major had happened.
Yixing City walked over to him, gradually realizing many people were looking at him.
He reached his agent and said, "Brother Yu, why are you..."
Before he could finish, the agent turned and motioned for him to follow.
The smile on Yixing City’s face vanished instantly,
The two went back to the RV.
As soon as the door closed, the agent threw his phone at him saying, "See for yourself."
Yixing City caught the phone, looked at the agent, then at the screen.
Upon seeing the news on the phone, his eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the agent.
The agent didn’t speak as he watched him.
Yixing City blinked multiple tis, incredulous, "That woman is President Xi? Isn’t her surna Qiao? Could it be a mistake?"
"The Weibo was verified within minutes, clearly alerting higher-ups over there." The agent said, "I also asked Mr. He, and he admitted it himself."
Yixing City staggered a step back, supporting himself on the chair behind.
The agent pinched his brow, sighing.
Yixing City gripped the chair tightly, speechless.
After a pause, the agent said, "Luckily, you only comnted online and didn’t take further actions. If we admit our mistake and muddle through, we might scrape by."
Yixing City’s pupils quivered.
He suddenly worried about the photos he posted of Qiao Yuxian and Qiao Weizhou.
He feared they would trace it back to him.
"Qiao Weizhou... also has the surna Qiao." Yixing City suddenly said.
The agent looked at him, thought for a mont, and said, "They do look sowhat alike."
Yixing City leaned on the chair, slumping further, covering his eyes with one hand, breathing shallowly.
The agent said, "What’s wrong with you?"
Yixing City didn’t speak.
The agent fell silent for a mont, then suddenly realized, his hair standing on end, "The online stuff about Qiao Weizhou isn’t related to you, is it?"
Yixing City still didn’t speak, implicitly admitting it.
Seeing his admission, the agent was speechless, looking around, finally finding a place to sit and said, "They reported to the police! Didn’t you know?"
"I know. It was my cousin who handled it, very discreetly. Even if they investigate, they’ll only find that paparazzo. So I wasn’t worried." Yixing City said, "But now, I’m suddenly a bit uneasy."
More silence from the agent, finally saying, "Now, just pray. Pray we escape this calamity safely."
Yixing City’s face was deathly pale, terrifyingly so. It took him a long ti to sit in the chair, slowly steadied his emotions, believing his actions were discreet enough that they shouldn’t trace back to him.
He slowly exhaled.
But before he could fully relax,
The agent’s phone buzzed a few tis.
He picked up the phone and looked at it.
He opened the ssage and read the text.
Then his phone slipped from his hands, and he slumped into the chair.
It’s over, all over.
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