Today, for the first time ever, I retweeted a blogger's Weibo.
It was that Weibo that said, " I'm Just an Ordinary Person."
Fu Group V: [Since its inception, our company has strictly adhered to national regulations, striving to be a good enterprise that serves the country and its people. We have no intention of wasting public resources today, but this Weibo has seriously infringed upon the reputation rights of our CEO Fu Jingzhou, and his wife, Jiang Nan. Our company will file a lawsuit and pursue this matter to the fullest extent.]
The official Weibo of the Fu Group is not very active, but it has a large number of followers.
After all, the official WeChat account always holds some activities during holidays. For such a large company, the prizes for any activity they hold are incredibly generous.
So when this Weibo post was published, its popularity soared, and soon the hashtag was followed by the word "hot" in deep red.
[Holy crap, am I still half asleep?]
[Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!]
[The comment above perfectly captures my thoughts. Chinese culture is so profound; I feel that besides "Holy crap," there's no other word that can accurately express my feelings.]
[My heavens! My heavens! My dear mother!]
[Holy crap, I've never been so shocked before.]
[ Jiang Kounan, you little rascal, trying to make a fortune quietly, huh?]
[Waaaaaah, I'm not shocked, but I'm heartbroken! I'm an employee of the Fu Group, a newly promoted programmer. I don't have many hobbies, except for following celebrities. I work diligently at the company, and all the money I finally save goes to buying Little Immortal Nan's endorsements. If you two are a couple, then what am I? Waaaaaah!]
[You truly are Heavenly Immortal Heavenly Immortal! Absolutely stunning!]
[Good heavens, Jiang Kounan, Grandfather shouldn't have felt sorry for you, finding you such a rich wife.]
Wait, are you sure that's his wife?
[Of course not, isn't this just about upholding the dignity of our Little Immortal Nan?]
[@Little Immortal Nan V, are you happy living off a woman???]
[That's it, that guy who spread the rumors, you're finished, hahaha. I'm definitely not gloating, I'm just watching the show.]
Jiang Nan quickly scrolled through a few comments and found that the comments were all overwhelmingly negative.
He pursed his lips, hung up the phone, and went inside.
Upon entering, the man was sitting on the sofa reading a book, with a freshly brewed cup of tea in front of him.
" Zhouzhou."
Jiang Nan silently walked to his side, "I saw it trending on social media."
"Hmm." Fu Jingzhou responded briefly and turned a page of his book.
He didn't seem to consider this a big deal.
Jiang Nan felt a warm glow in her heart. " Zhouzhou, how can you be so kind?"
"Is that all?"
Fu Jingzhou put down his book, exchanged a glance with Jiang Nan, and noticed that the boy's nose was a little red. He reached out and gently covered the boy's nose with his hand. "You protect me, so I'll protect you too. Isn't that what we should do?"
Jiang Nan muttered, "That's different."
Fu Jingzhou: "How is it different?"
Jiang Nan sniffed. "It's only natural for a husband to protect his wife. Besides, if you hadn't been on this show, no one would have said you'd had plastic surgery. In the end, it's me who dragged you down with me."
Fu Jingzhou actually looks very much like his birth mother. In the capital, powerful figures often exchange favors, and anyone who has ever met Fu Jingzhou's mother would never mention that she had plastic surgery.
Fu Jingzhou sighed, reached out and hugged Jiang Nan's waist, pulling her onto his lap. "We're already married, why are you talking about being a burden? Besides, I gave my consent to her appearing on the show."
Jiang Nan lowered her head and remained silent.
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"What should we do? Lin Cheng, say something!"
Zhou Qianqian said in a panic.
Lin Cheng was seething with anger. "What do you mean, 'what to do'? The Fu Group probably just said it casually. Besides, isn't your Weibo account registered with your mother's real name?"
Zhou Qianqian, the one who posted that Weibo stirring up trouble, saying " I'm Just an Ordinary Person."
"It's my mom's verified account."
"That settles it then." Lin Cheng stood on the balcony, phone in one hand, looking down at the scenery across the way. "Even if the Fu Group really does sue, it'll be your mother who gets sued. What are you afraid of?"
That's not how you say it.
Zhou Qianqian was furious. She was Lin Cheng's assistant and had worked for him for almost a year. She knew he was more cunning than he appeared on screen, but she never expected him to say something so outrageous.
"Why can't I say that?" Lin Cheng sneered. "This matter has nothing to do with me."
Zhou Qianqian: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? Wasn't this the idea you came up with?"
Lin Cheng asked calmly, "Do you have any evidence?"
Zhou Qianqian: "Of course."
She answered without even thinking.
Lin Cheng seemed to sneer, "Where's the evidence?"
Zhou Qianqian suddenly fell silent.
She remembered that Lin Cheng had told her this in private; it wasn't in the chat history or the phone records.
Her legs went weak instantly.
Lin Cheng looked at the small flowerpots on the balcony, filled with cacti. He expressionlessly plucked a thorn, his voice calm and utterly emotionless, "Don't forget, I was the one who had your father's hospital bills paid."
Zhou Qianqian took a long time to speak, "Are you threatening me?"
"Did I? I was just offering a friendly reminder," Lin Cheng said calmly. "You still need my help, so you have no right to negotiate with me. At worst, this will just mean you go to jail."
"Your mom's old anyway, going to jail won't be a big deal. In fact, she might be quite happy there, with food and lodging provided."
Zhou Qianqian said softly, "I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Lin Cheng's furrowed brows quickly relaxed.
The next second, he lowered his eyes again and started tugging at the cactus thorns.
One after another.
His phone vibrated again. Thinking it was Zhou Qianqian calling, he answered impatiently, only to hear an unfamiliar male voice. " Lin Cheng, hello."
"Who are you?" Lin Cheng asked.
"Guess who I am?" The man seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "Can't you recognize my voice?"
"Are you crazy? Stop playing mysterious in front of me."
Lin Cheng said impatiently.
He was seething with anger. He had spent a fortune to get Jiang Nan trending on social media, thinking he could use her to climb the social ladder, but instead, she turned out to be the young mistress of the Fu Group?!
This is even more popular than Xiao Yu and Qiao Haiyue.
Lin Cheng felt both jealous and resentful.
Spending money to boost someone else's popularity only leads to losing both money and effort.
Moreover, he believed he was no less handsome than Jiang Nan. Was Fu Jingzhou blind to have chosen Jiang Nan as his wife?
Rich people are probably not very bright.
Lin Cheng's blunt words angered the person on the other end of the phone.
The man's breathing rose and fell several times before he gritted his teeth and said, "I am Shen Anbai."