Jing Jihan picked up the glass cup and glanced back at her: "What kind of drunken antics are you up to again?" Shi Su suddenly walked towards him, raised her hand, and poked his chest. As if to confirm that the person in front of her was indeed real and not a hallucination, she poked his chest again, forcefully, two more times. Just as Jing Jihan was about to push away her manic hands, the woman suddenly squatted down and hugged his leg, crying out, "CEO Daddy, save me!!!" Jing Jihan’s eyebrow twitched twice: "..." As if feeling her sincerity wasn’t enough, Shi Su suddenly sat down on the ground, holding onto his leg tightly, her expression brave and resolute as she closed her eyes. The water in the glass had long cooled; if he didn’t drink it soon, it’d get cold. After a moment of silence, Jing Jihan said calmly, "Get up first and drink the sobering tea." Shi Su continued to hold onto his leg, persistently murmuring, "Save me!" Jing Jihan sighed slightly, casually placing the glass down, then tried to lift her up. Shi Su clung to him stubbornly with both hands. He exerted a little force to pull her up, noticing she showed no signs of sobriety, his forehead vein couldn’t help but twitch. "When did you find out?" His tone was calm and steady, holding her shoulders to help the nearly collapsing woman stand firm, and said in a deep voice: "Stand properly." As always, a commanding tone. Get full chapters from ⓝovelFire.net But Shi Su couldn’t stand properly at all; she just looked at him, first grinning foolishly, then doing it again, her body unable to support itself, fell backward. Jing Jihan caught her, Shi Su suddenly crashed into his arms, perfectly encased by his single arm, and immediately a cup of sobering tea was thrust to her lips, coaxing and forcing her to drink it down. "Cough, cough, cough..." Shi Su coughed as she pushed him away, staggered and fell onto the sofa in front of her, coughing painfully: "You... cough..." Just then, Lu Zhao sent several messages. Jing Jihan casually looked at Shi Su, who was just coughing because of the forced tea, and picked up his phone. Lu Zhao sent several screenshots, outlining the situation regarding Shi Su on Weibo in concise words. Lastly, he emphasized: [According to current guang..dian..zong..bureau’s regulations on tarnished artists, if Shi Su’s role in the affair is confirmed, she will be kicked out of the cast, all her scenes will be deleted, her role will be replaced by another actress, she will face a hefty penalty for breach of contract, and will have no place in the industry, effectively banned and blacklisted. Facing such media scrutiny and violent online shaming, the ’Like Event’ equates to her being convicted indirectly, leaving her no room to fight back, as if they’ve expertly cornered her with no escape.] Shi Su coughed a few times, then fell asleep on the sofa again. Jing Jihan put his phone away, looked back at the little drunkard groaning in her sleep, picked her up, and took her back to the bedroom. After tucking her in, he noticed Shi Su frowned in her sleep, her hair was still slightly damp and cool, making her sleep uncomfortably. The master bedroom’s bathroom had a hairdryer, Jing Jihan got up to fetch it, plugged it in, leaned by the bed, gathered Shi Su’s long hair to one side, and dried it for her. After a while, the wind sound stopped, Shi Su slept more soundly, her hair no longer damp, her frown gradually relaxed. Putting down the hairdryer, Jing Jihan sat by the bed, watching the little woman in her dreams, tidying up the strands of hair blown out of place on her forehead. No matter who, outside they often wear various masks, only at home do they return to their truest self. In this house, he’d spent over a month living with Shi Su, he knew what kind of person she was. The phone again chimed a message notification, Jing Jihan pulled the quilt up for Shi Su with one hand and picked up the phone with the other. Lu Zhao: [I had someone trace the IP location, Yi City went to the capital for business two days ago and hasn’t returned, but his Weibo was logged in today from an IP location in Jiang City, specifically in Fenglin Villa, A9.] Jing Jihan called Lu Zhao: "Who lives there?" "Jiang City Shi Family, Shi Hong Group leader, the previously investigated Shi Yunyin, she’s the family’s cherished treasure." Jing Jihan looked at the increasingly peaceful sleeping Shi Su, took her phone, opened her Weibo, browsed through the hateful and curse-filled private message comments, coldly said: "Filthy things are offensive to look at, my deadline is before dawn, clean them up." After dawn, he had to address Shi Su’s "CEO Daddy" remark. These dirty minds and media don’t deserve further attention or effort. [Your mom is dead! Your dad is dead! Your whole family is dead!] [What are you to dare steal our Yunyin’s husband, disgusting!] [You wreak havoc, beware of getting hit by a car!] [Who gives you the courage to snatch a man from an actress, hope your family dies out!] Shi Su suddenly sat up, her mind still tormenting her with those things from her nightmares, the relentless stream of private messages and comments from Weibo yesterday. She sat on the bed in a daze for a long time, finally looked at the quilt on her body, then at the bed she was on. How did she end up sleeping in the master bedroom? She had drunk too much yesterday, although she felt not as bad waking up as expected, nightlong dreams about Weibo left her slightly headached. Unable to think too much, she lifted the quilt, got off the bed, thinking about how to explain the Weibo incident to the director and others when she went to the set this afternoon. Last night’s filming, the news hadn’t erupted yet, today it certainly would be known. If when she arrived at the set this afternoon, they’d hand her the termination agreement instead of the script, she wouldn’t be surprised. She should have known, no matter how calm she remained when encountering issues, having myriad solutions, facing an opponent like Shi Yunyin required more than mere tactics. If it were her alone, she could still think of ways to extricate herself fully, but now she’s Jun’s artist, she can’t ruin Jun. Shi Su picked up her phone to see the messages Jiu sent her last night, walked out, her mind still regaining clarity when she suddenly crashed into a solid warm chest. She paused, lifted her eyes, instantly meeting the man’s dark, calm gaze.