Yan Zhen thought that even if he could not ruin Yan Ningke, he could at least disgust him. As far as he was concerned, as long as Yan Ningke was unhappy, he was happy.
But he had never imagined that, ever since the last unforeseen incident, Lin Yechen had kept a tight watch over the internet and specifically had the Computer Department develop a system.
Any comments unfavorable to Yan Ningke would automatically be blocked by the system, while staff worked rotating shifts to monitor things around the clock, screening every post that mentioned Yan Ningke.
Yan Zhen's stupid brain could not keep up with his malicious intentions. It was not that he had not tried contacting the major media outlets, but every message he sent went unanswered.
As luck would have it, a paparazzo wanted to make a name for himself overnight. The two hit it off, and after Yan Zhen sent over the photos, the paparazzo spent the night crafting an exclusive exposé.
He chose a prime time slot and waited for good news.
Instead, what he got was:
"Found you /skull"
The scarlet lettering stood out starkly. Yan Zhen let out a yelp and scrambled under the desk.
"Assistant Lin, we've locked onto the IP address."
Lin Yechen glanced at his phone and suddenly smiled. He promptly dialed another number and gave a concise order.
"Go. Deliver them to the Yan family."
Although Yan Zhipeng was furious over what Yan Ningke had done, he could only swallow his anger for the company's sake, trying every possible way to get in touch with him.
He was overwhelmed with problems at the office, never imagining that his beloved son had brought the sky crashing down behind his back.
A black minivan stopped outside the Yan family villa. Two people