[Help! I'm a mongrel, so this is what people in "Tangerine Food Chronicle" look like.]
[ Tangerine Food Chronicle... emmmmm, this is really a bit hard to review.]
[I'm a fan of Jiang Nan, and my feelings are a bit complicated. I blindly followed him when he was on a boy band audition show, and now that he's a bit more popular, I'm totally a fan. So I know his family situation very well; they're not well-off. His personal clothes are mostly cheap stuff from street vendors, and he even has to borrow money from his teammates to eat out because he's short on cash... He really doesn't have the means to afford things like Tangerine Food Chronicle ).]
[Just wondering, which teammate did he borrow money from?]
[ Luo Hang. There was no one else besides him.]
[Ugh, I never liked 208 to begin with, and this makes me even more disgusted. Sleeping with an old man just for fame, she really has no bottom line.]
[The entertainment industry is truly complex and murky; if even a popular young actor can be kept by an older man, what else can't happen?]
[I've unfollowed them.]
The comments instantly turned overwhelmingly negative.
When Zhu Xia heard the news from the company's public relations department, her heart skipped a beat.
Her first reaction was, "I've been exposed!"
The company's public relations department only has two people, one of whom is a young woman who just graduated from university. She cautiously asked, "Boss, should we issue a statement?"
The premise for issuing a statement is that the matter must be false.
Otherwise, if they issue a statement now and it's proven true later, their entire company will become a laughing stock.
The company has only recently started to see some improvement, having hired many new employees and received numerous collaboration offers.
Zhu Xia has a long, thin face. She always wears business attire, usually in light colors, but she always prefers a bold, bright red lipstick. She crossed her arms, her figure slender, and after a few seconds of contemplation, she said, "I won't send it yet."
The little girl's eyes widened involuntarily, her feelings a mix of emotions. "Okay."
Zhu Xia scrolled through the Weibo; it was posted precisely at 8 PM.
They definitely came prepared.
I deliberately chose a time when netizens are extremely active; around 8 PM, most people have finished eating and are starting to look for fun.
She pursed her lips and called Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan had replied to her message two hours earlier, saying that he had accidentally torn the white suit with a nail and that he would compensate her at the original price.
I've tried calling several times, but no one is answering.
Zhu Xia remained calm as she dialed the number again, while instructing the public relations department to keep a close eye on online news.
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The phone vibrated for a long time, making a buzzing sound. Jiang Nan knelt on the bed, his eyes red like a rabbit's, and searched for a long time before finally finding his phone under the sheets.
He reached out and picked up his phone, his fingers sweaty, and he couldn't swipe the screen for a long time.
He had to rub his fingers hard on the sheets before he could turn on his phone.
He was startled when he saw fifty missed calls. Just as he was about to call back, the bathroom door was pushed open from the inside.
The man, wearing a bathrobe, dried his hair with a towel and said as he walked, "Is it a nail?"
"It's not a nail, it's a club," Jiang Nan through gritted teeth.
He had only mentioned it casually to Sister Xia, making up a random excuse, but the person became unusually unhappy, grabbing him and doing a lot of inexplicable things, asking a lot of inexplicable questions.
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
The word "club" doesn't sound very nice either.
Jiang Nan coldly questioned, "Are you satisfied now? You cold-hearted person."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Seeing his silence, Jiang Nan happily attributed it to his guilty conscience.
I called Sister Xia Zhu back.
The call was connected very quickly.
" Jiang Nan," Zhu Xia's voice was deep and angry, "Give me a reason why you didn't answer the phone for three hours."
Jiang Nan instantly guilty.
Just then, someone poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of him. Jiang Nan turned his head away and refused to drink it. Then, the person came over and touched his earlobe.
Jiang Nan trembled, gritted her teeth, and told Sister Xia, "I was bitten by a dog and spent the whole night getting vaccinated."
Zhu Xia: "..."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Zhu Xia: " Jiang Nan, am I stupid? What kind of vaccine do you need to get all night?"
Jiang Nan changed the subject. "I saw that you called me dozens of times, Sister Xia, what's wrong?"
Zhu Xia was moved there by his Qiankun Great Shift. "This is bad news. You should be prepared."
These words caused both of them to frown simultaneously.
Fu Jingzhou asked silently, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan replied silently, "How should I know?"
The two exchanged a glance, Fu Jingzhou subtly raised an eyebrow.
Zhu Xia sighed, "It's been exposed that you're a kept man."
Jiang Nan: "Huh?"
He was clearly a bit confused.
Zhu Xia said, "The paparazzi took photos of you and your old man going out to eat, and now it's a big deal. I think someone deliberately leaked it."
She was preparing to analyze the situation carefully with Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan was stunned. He looked at the person in front of him with a half-smile, feeling like crying but unable to. He said in a double entendre, "I'll hang up now."
Zhu Xia: "..."
"What the hell?" Zhu Xia said. "News is all about timeliness, and so is clarification. False information is usually clarified on the spot, and only irrefutable facts are allowed to spread online."
Fu Jingzhou reached out and ruffled the boy's pink hair, smiling as he said, " Nannan, don't hang up yet."
Jiang Nan: "..."
Fu Jingzhou's voice wasn't very loud, but Zhu Xia, with her sharp ears, asked, "Is someone on your side?"
"No," Jiang Nan retorted defiantly, "There's only a cat in heat around me."
The man raised an eyebrow, not annoyed, but slowly moved his hand down from the boy's scalp, inside the boy's loose pajamas.
Jiang Nan had something to say but couldn't.
Zhu Xia said "Oh," not taking it seriously. "Here's what I'm thinking: Go ask your old man if he'd be willing to help you clarify things, saying that you two are actually grandfather and granddaughter, and that going to Tangerine Food Chronicle for your grandfather, who is actually very rich."
Zhu Xia herself used to call her dad "old man" every day at home.
"..."
Jiang Nan's vision went black.
He has a bad habit of always speaking on speakerphone when he makes phone calls, otherwise he always feels the sound is too low. So Zhu Xia's words were heard very clearly by Fu Jingzhou.
The man's smile remained unchanged, but his hands became increasingly inappropriate.
Jiang Nan bit her lip, held her breath for a moment, and then said, "Okay, I'll go talk to that old geezer of mine."
"Okay," Zhu Xia said, "Give me a reply as soon as possible, and I'll contact some online trolls while I'm at it."
Jiang Nan: "Mm."
The phone call had barely ended when he was forcefully pinned to the bed, his legs spread wide. Fu Jingzhou, positioned above him with his back to the crystal chandelier, a slight smile playing on his lips, asked in a drawn-out, casual voice, " Nannan, who's the old man?"