As the reporters left, Mo Jianing seemed to remember something, and immediately turned to look at her assistant, afraid that the fans in the live broadcast room would say she was bragging and unfollow her. To her surprise, she saw her assistant looking utterly dejected.
It wasn't the usual panic of the assistant when someone mocked Mo Jianing or a large number of fans unfollowed her.
It was... a look of utter despair?
Mo Jianing found it strange. She walked over, picked up her assistant's phone, and was stunned.
"Wow, I knew Xia Qingtian was the one recognized by Mrs. Camille!"
"Brothers, I'm back! They used to give gifts to beauties, but now I've traveled all this way to see her. I'm totally shipping them!"
"Oh my god, what kind of divine maiden is Xia Qingtian? Even Mrs. Camille, who stands at the pinnacle of aesthetics, is fond of her!"
"My Xia is as beautiful as a painting! I'm writing a petition with all my might, begging Xia Qingtian to show up, ahhhh!"
"Xia Qingtian hasn't updated her social media photos in 15 days. I've almost licked her old photos until they're faded!"
"Every time Xia Qingtian posts a new photo, I lick my screen until the phone protector melts!"
"Every time Xia Qingtian updates, I quickly go and like it, just to be the first little red heart she sees!"
"You guys are too much! Qingtian knows about all your actions. She complains to me every night in her dreams that you're too annoying, and that I'm the only one she loves!"
"Nonsense! Qingtian said in her dream last night that she's just playing with all of you in her dreams, and only I am serious. She even called me her wife!"
"Then we are truly different. Do Xia Qingtian talk this much in your dreams? In my dreams, Xia Qingtian rushes straight at me, not giving me a chance to speak! She calls me her wife while asking if I'm enjoying it! *Shy.jpg*"
"Holy crap... sisters, let's wear some underwear!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"No, you guys are making me genuinely scared..."
"Hahaha! You all desire Xia Qingtian, but I'm different. I'm the woman Xia Qingtian is destined not to get. It's bitter..."
Looking at the rapidly scrolling messages before her, Mo Jianing couldn't tell if this was her live broadcast room or Xia Qingtian's.
The words she had originally planned to say to forcefully save face and appease her fans were now something she didn't want to utter. She hastily ended the live broadcast.
Mo Jianing originally wanted to complain to Yu Linwan about how outrageous Xia Qingtian was, but was met with Yu Linwan's eyes full of resentment.
The words that were about to be spoken were now something Mo Jianing dared not say, for fear of instantly losing Yu Linwan's favoritism and returning to the situation where anyone could bully her.
Yu Linwan genuinely wanted to kill Mo Jianing at this moment.
Is this woman completely brainless?
Why would she give Xia Qingtian such a trending topic out of nowhere!
Was it essential for her to ask that question?
If the young master hadn't told her to look after Mo Jianing, she would have packed Mo Jianing off to Japan right now to make adult films with that little slut Wen Shengsheng!
"Sister..." Mo Jianing was terrified. She timidly reached out to touch Yu Linwan's sleeve, but Yu Linwan directly flung her hand away.
"Hmph!" Yu Linwan snorted coldly, turned around, and left without even giving her a second glance.
The others present also remained silent, not daring to breathe too loudly.
They were all employees. Who they served was irrelevant.
It was better to remain quiet, lest they become targets for venting.
Mo Jianing didn't even dare to vent her frustrations. She looked at Yu Linwan's retreating back, feeling for the first time a sense of panic and helplessness, as if everything that belonged to her was about to disappear.
She once thought she was different, but now it seemed she was no different from before.
Back then, she thought she could rely on Xia Qingtian, that naive idiot, as an ATM to live a life of superiority. But that slut Xia Qingtian turned her back on her in an instant, leaving her with nothing and making her suffer greatly.
Now, she thought she could become a top star in the entertainment industry by relying on the CEO Yu Linwan. But Yu Linwan could send her from heaven to hell with just a flick of her finger.
When would this life of being controlled by others end?
Why was fate treating her like this?
Others had everything from birth, but what about her?
She worked so hard just to live like them. Why was fate treating her this way?
Power that she could truly hold in her own hands was what truly belonged to her.
From this day forward, she would climb to the top no matter what, never be restricted by others, and never have to live by the whims of others.
Having made this decision, Mo Jianing told her team to go back and handle the online comments quickly, lest any unfavorable remarks appear online.
Mo Jianing herself went to the mall, gritted her teeth, and bought a full set of designer skincare products, as well as a bracelet worth over seventy thousand yuan. That evening, she went to Yu Linwan's place to apologize.
Although Yu Linwan disliked Mo Jianing, she wouldn't completely fall out with her.
With Yu Yinyin's delayed and uncertain news, Yu Linwan didn't want to make an enemy of Mo Jianing again, especially since she had to give face to the young master.
After accepting Mo Jianing's gifts, Yu Linwan used the opportunity to explain how difficult it was for her to pave the way for Mo Jianing and how hard it was to survive in this industry.
Mo Jianing was naturally grateful, weeping uncontrollably.
Yu Linwan also managed to squeeze out a few drops of sentimental tears.
Before long, the two were once again acting like sisters who cherished each other.
Only when they could no longer maintain their act did they each find an excuse for the other and part ways.
As soon as the door closed, Yu Linwan threw Mo Jianing's gifts into the trash, her eyes cold.
Mo Jianing held up a mirror to her face, admiring her delicate and fragile beauty for a moment. She felt that the time was just right and shouldn't be wasted. She immediately dialed Song Junhan's number, her voice choked with emotion, saying only that she wanted to talk to him.
Song Junhan was also in a dire situation.
To his left sat A Long, his expression gloomy as if he would kill someone if they disagreed. To his right sat Gou Wen, appearing calm and collected, but everyone knew that this viperous beauty was the one who treated killing like a game.
His spacious apartment felt suffocating, as if there was nowhere to escape.
He wanted to get out but had no excuse. When he received Mo Jianing's call, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and immediately agreed. After seeking permission from A Long and Gou Wen, he left.
After Song Junhan left, A Long said dismissively, "You really have no standards, keeping such trash."
"Trash has its uses," Gou Wen said with a light smile. "Didn't he bring you here?"
"I haven't agreed to anything yet," A Long said coldly.
There were still many things he hadn't figured out.
"You will agree," Gou Wen said, glancing at A Long from the corner of his eye, a confident smile playing on his lips.