Yu Yuanshen doesn’t care how society looks at it. The only thing he cares about is Gu Zixuan’s mood... After a pause, he picked up the phone, ignoring the string of missed calls, and dialed Gu Zixuan directly. The moment the call connected, surprisingly, it was He Qimo’s voice on the other end. Without waiting for him to speak, the other side said, "She doesn’t know yet." Yu Yuanshen breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, knowing Gu Zixuan was with He Qimo, he couldn’t help but frown, "You guys... made up?" That day, Rong City experienced the biggest news upheaval in its history. First, news about Gu Zixuan spread throughout the entire Rong City within an hour, followed by the second hour when almost all media outlets, magazines, and newspapers were forced to take down the news. The speed of action was so swift that even the smallest websites weren’t spared, making everyone in the industry... But there was no other way to be fast, first, Feng Yi took the lead, followed by GIO, and finally, Junsheng bringing up the rear. Nearly every public relations manager used the same tone. Take down the news, the loss can be negotiated, all the traffic’s heat, benefits, prices are not an issue. However, if they don’t take it down and continue spreading rumors, wait for the court summons from the lawyer’s letter! A firm stance with an uncompromising attitude. Even the entertainment channel of the provincial TV station was warned. It’s impossible for half of the media circle not to be shocked. One must know, the province in which Rong City is located is one of the top provinces in the country. As the capital center, Rong City, whether it’s the real estate giant "Junsheng", or the financial powerhouse "GIO Investment Bank", or the internet oligarch "Feng Yi", are all intimidating titans. Especially Feng Yi, which is almost legendary in status! The presidents of the three companies actually spoke out together to protect Gu Zixuan. What kind of capability does this former top socialite of Rong City have to accomplish this? The media circle was in an uproar, tongues were wagging. On the internet, the public, unaware of the situation, showed another extreme scenario. Everyone was very angry, especially with such overbearing actions of taking down news, and the relentless post deletions on major social forums made everyone more resentful of the name "Gu Zixuan". There was no helping it. When all the news was taken down, Qin Nuo walked over to Feng Chengjin, who was standing by the window. He gathered his brows slightly, and said, "President Feng, all the news has been taken down now, but the public’s reaction on the internet is still very intense. The discussions are endless, and it might take three to five days for the heat to subside, no matter what we do." This is just a conservative estimate. Feng Chengjin folded his arms, frowning, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, somewhat indescribably cold and gloomy. Qin Nuo looked, knowing the president’s mood. The president is in the internet business, but some aspects of the internet, with technological progress and the enlightenment of the people’s intelligence, are not within the control of the managers. It’s market-driven. In the area of the internet, they can only provide the environment and cannot influence public opinion. Looking again at the somewhat cold and gloomy man at the moment, pinching his brows, simmering with irritation. Qin Nuo gathered his brows further, and said, "President Feng, I know the situation now makes you uncomfortable. You’re in the internet industry, but you can’t control it, only watch as netizens use the most vicious words to curse Miss Gu, and this situation will last for a period. However... the current situation is as it is, I think, after eight years, you have done your best, Miss Gu will not mind this, she will understand you..." "That’s easy to say, but is understanding alone enough?" Feng Chengjin rubbed his brows. Qin Nuo was momentarily stunned, speechless. Feng Chengjin pressed his lips and said, "Alright, go down." Qin Nuo sighed a little, nodded, and walked out. But the door hadn’t been closed for long when it was once again pushed open with two knocks. Feng Chengjin turned around, looked at the visitor, and politely curved his lips, "You’re here." At the door, Ding Hui smiled at Feng Chengjin, his suit exuding an elegant demeanor, he gently pushed the door open, closed it, and walked in, "Yes." Seated on the sofa, Ding Hui watched as Feng Chengjin went to make coffee personally, unconcerned. Instead, he curved his lips and said, "Qin Nuo is ultimately still young, there are some things he knows only one part but not the other, right." Feng Chengjin smiled and said, "Don’t blame him, he is still young after all, can’t consider so much." Setting down the coffee, Feng Chengjin sat in the single seater to Ding Hui’s right, and spoke, "Sorry for involving you this time as well. Are things explained well at home?" Feng Chengjin spoke lightly, yet Ding Hui cast down his lashes, revealing a gentle expression. Indeed, this was what Feng Chengjin was concerned about, even though at this stage, some things can be quite disturbing and frustrating. But as a mature and steady middle-aged man, he thought more about the consequences than the current situation. Feng Chengjin might not care about the public opinion in society, as those people’s lives were too far removed from his own, and their words couldn’t take anything away from him. What he worried about was his own circle... Ding Hui took a sip of coffee, and after savoring it, said, "It’s well explained. There’s no estrangement between me and Xi Yun. I explained to her that you went abroad, and your fiancée, who hasn’t had much exposure to society, was just familiarizing herself with the company business under my guidance." Xi Yun was a socialite who had been set up with Feng Chengjin before. Feng Chengjin found her pleasant but couldn’t let go of someone else in his heart, so he introduced her to Ding Hui. Now, they had a good relationship, and their child was two or three years old. Feng Chengjin heard this, and a smile tugged at his lips, "That’s good." Seeing that Feng Chengjin was still concerned about his family, Ding Hui looked at Feng Chengjin, who no matter how domineering on the outside, was always soft inside, and unwilling to hurt others, and felt warmth somewhere. He put down the coffee cup. Facing him directly, "So what will you do now? Social issues are easy to handle, but the crux of the matter is that the opposition is clearly targeting you and Miss Gu to prevent your marriage. Although the news was released briefly, everyone in the circle knows. Even if that nude photo was a fake PS, the impact is..." Feng Chengjin looked coldly into the distance without saying anything. Ding Hui paused further, "Don’t dislike me for being realistic, even if this matter is all fake, the reputation..." Feng Chengjin was even more silent. Ding Hui, "Your world can no longer accommodate Miss Gu, especially... your shareholders, your partners, your... family, and father." The words fell, and Feng Chengjin lifted his cold eyes. Since He Qimo had stopped vomiting blood for over 12 hours, he could finally eat after a day of hunger. Facing Liang Xi, who had turned his back in anger to handle everything according to his eyes. Having just finished attending to matters, Liang Xi came back with soup porridge, looked at Gu Zixuan, and still chose to follow He Qimo’s eye signals, placing the soup down and closing the door. Then, in cold sweat, blocking the contact numbers he had publicly disclosed, including fielding calls from his already frantic mother. He Qimo’s gaze fell on Gu Zixuan. Gu Zixuan stirred the soup, carefully inspecting whether everything inside was well-cooked and swallowable. He lowered his eyelids, picked up Gu Zixuan’s phone, and continued setting call blocks on almost all her contacts except a necessary few relatives. This strange action made Gu Zixuan furrow her eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing? You’ve been playing with my phone for a while." "Nothing." Just as He Qimo finished saying this, the phone vibrated. Faced with a call from Gu Zixuan’s mother... Qiu Yuan, Gu Zixuan was about to answer, but He Qimo had already swiped to answer, bringing it to his ear. On the other end of the line, there was some emotional turmoil in Qiu Yuan’s voice, having just learned the news. However, He Qimo’s first words were, "Mom, it’s okay. Zixuan is with me." Which completely calmed Qiu Yuan’s emotions. In a tremulous voice on the other end of the phone, Qiu Yuan said, "As long as she’s there with you, as long as she’s there with you, Qi Mo... take good care of Xuanxuan. She’s not that kind of person who would do something against the family. You both be well, and don’t let news circulate in society anymore. Your father and I can’t handle the emotions." Gu Zixuan’s parents still didn’t know they were divorced. Of course, He Qimo hadn’t informed anyone in society about their private divorce with Gu Zixuan. Partly for Gu Zixuan’s reputation, and partly... he couldn’t let go in his heart. Follow current novels on Nove1Fire.net He Qimo cast down his lashes and said, "I know, Mom, don’t worry, we’re both good, it’s nothing, I’ll handle it." He Qimo’s vague words reassured Gu Zixuan’s mother’s heart. Yet left Gu Zixuan somewhat confused, as she couldn’t hear the phone’s content, "What was said?" "Mom asked about my hospitalization." After saying this, He Qimo lit a cigarette, held it between his lips, and continued deleting website links and inquiries sent chaotically by friends in Gu Zixuan’s phone chat apps. Because of the angle, Gu Zixuan couldn’t see what He Qimo was doing. However, because of that naturally calm "Mom..." from He Qimo, and his comforting words, her heart trembled slightly, and she watched him smoke... She held back the moisture in her eyes and handed him the soup. He Qimo wasn’t focused on this, unconsciously crushing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, leaning forward and sipping the porridge that Gu Zixuan offered. Their eyes met, gazing silently and deeply. But this scene fell into the eyes of a pair of pitch-black, angry eyes outside the door. Feng Jingguo trembled with his fingertips, looking at the scene inside, a more intense dark fire rising...