Chapter 103: You Were Mistaken
“About yesterday, the trending topics on Weibo were all about you, and... me.”
By the end, Meng Yier had drooped her little face, her soft voice carrying a note of helplessness.
Yan Yichen arched a brow. “Is that so? What were they saying on Weibo?”
Compared with Meng Yier’s panic, her helpless fluster, Yan Yichen remained frighteningly calm, as though none of it had anything to do with him.
“...”
How was she supposed to explain this?
With a sigh, Meng Yier stood up and set the laptop on the coffee table.
“Look for yourself. This is all your fault. I still don’t even know what to do. Hurry up and think of a solution.”
Yan Yichen took the laptop in confusion and searched for a while, but found no news about them at all.
“There’s nothing here. Did you look at the wrong thing?”
Meng Yier leaned closer. “Impossible. How could there be nothing?”
But the truth was, there really was no news about it online.
Meng Yier’s eyes widened in disbelief as she grabbed the laptop to check again.
“Is there something wrong with your computer? ... It must be broken.”
Yan Yichen let out a low laugh. Meng Yier shot him a glare.
“What are you laughing at? How can you still be laughing?”
A sly glimmer flashed through her eyes. She pulled out her phone.
“The phone. I can see it on my phone too.”
But no matter how hard she searched, she still could not find the news she had seen that morning. Muttering under her breath, she said, “What’s going on? That’s strange. Why can’t I find anything?”
Could she have been hallucinating?
No, impossible. It had been Yu Mingxin who reminded her to look.
It was impossible for both of them to be hallucinating.
Yan Yichen watched the puzzled, astonished look on the little woman’s face and covered his mouth as he gave a low chuckle.
Meng Yier noticed his strange reaction and stared at him for a long while with an odd expression.
“Yan Yichen, did you have something to do with this?”
Yan Yichen subdued his smile, his long fingers lovingly tapping her forehead as his low, magnetic voice slowly fell by her ear.
“What nonsense is running through that little head of yours?”
After speaking, Yan Yichen rose and headed upstairs, the corners of his lips lifting faintly as he tossed a remark over his shoulder.
“I’m hungry. Prepare something to eat.”
Meng Yier looked at his carefree, lazy back and rolled her eyes, saying unhappily, “If you want to eat, do it yourself.”
Yan Yichen kept walking upstairs when his phone in his pocket began to vibrate.
He took it out, glanced at it indifferently, then went into the bedroom and answered the call.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Yichen. The crisis public relations has already been handled. Not a single photo of Miss Meng can be found online anymore, and every report connected to you and her has been deleted. Actually, this wasn’t the public relations department’s fault. The reason it leaked was because—”
Yan Yichen frowned, and his cool voice carried an unmistakable chill.
“I don’t want to hear excuses. Keep them all on a tight leash today. Don’t let anything go wrong again, or the public relations department can be disbanded.”
“Understood.”
After hanging up, Yan Yichen let out a heavy sigh.
Before dawn had fully broken, Mo Bei had told him about this matter, and he had immediately ordered the public relations department to handle it.
He had long since grown used to such things.
But not when it came to her. He could not simply ignore it.
He could not tolerate anyone doubting her, insulting her, or slandering her.
Fortunately, it had been discovered in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Even the future he had only just begun to build with her might have been ruined.
He knew that girl well. If she found out, she would certainly push him far away afterward and keep her distance from him.
He had spent many years in the entertainment industry and knew better than anyone how terrifying those rumor-mongering reports and verbal attacks could be.
He would not allow her to suffer even the slightest injury.