Returning to the private room, Yun Ya bid farewell to a few people and was ready to go home. Ming Han stood up: "I’ll walk you out."
Yun Ya wanted to say there was no need, but seeing Ming Han’s earnest gaze, she didn’t say anything more.
Before leaving, Shen Luokui looked at her reluctantly. Yun Ya waved her mobile phone at her: "Haven’t we added each other on WeChat? Let’s chat later." Updates are released by N()velFire.net
The walk was silent. Going downstairs, Ming Han finally spoke: "Yun Ya, no matter what happens, always remember, my arms are the safest harbor for you." With those words, he patted his chest.
After tonight’s events, the Yun Family was undoubtedly in chaos. What if Yun Ya’s despicable father took the opportunity to vent all his anger on Yun Ya?
It was unbearable to think about. Despite having no blood relation, why did he care so much for her? As if she were his own daughter.
As they almost reached the hotel entrance, Yun Ya saw a tall figure standing at the roadside through the hotel’s revolving glass door.
Gently looking away, she looked at Ming Han, this man who truly cared about her.
Feeling a warm sensation in her heart, Yun Ya smiled: "Father Ming Han, I’ll remember that. Remember our promise for tomorrow, don’t be absent." With that, she waved to him and turned to leave.
Ming Han watched her figure gradually disappear beyond the revolving glass door, swallowed by the night until out of sight.
He couldn’t help but sigh with a sense of loneliness, yet the thought of tomorrow perked him up.
Stepping out of the hotel, Yun Ya noticed many paparazzi lying in ambush. She was even more popular than the hottest movie stars, and these paparazzi were likely to go to great lengths for a story on her.
Yun Ya called Yan Song, and she saw with her own eyes Yan Song answering the phone and turning to look over.
While walking, Yun Ya said: "Do you see the Toyota SUV by the road? Get in first and wait for me three intersections away."
Yan Song gave Yun Ya a deep look, then turned, opened the car door, and got inside. The car zipped away like a shooting star, unnoticed by the paparazzi, vanishing at the end of the road.
Yun Ya ducked down an alley and quickly lost the group of paparazzi. Coming out at the next intersection, she arrived at the spot she had arranged with Yan Song.
Glancing around, she opened the car door and got inside.
No sooner had she settled in than a scorchingly hot hand grabbed her arm and yanked hard. She tumbled into his embrace, her face stinging as it smashed against his solid chest, unable to hold back a soft hiss. The next instant, rough fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet the deep, dark eyes of the young man.
In that moment, her heart thumped wildly. She slowly curled her lips and hooked her hands around his shoulders, straddling him, and leaned forward to press her lips to his.
Inside the car, the atmosphere turned ambiguous and heated.
Driving, Du Shan held his breath, trying his best to minimize his presence.
The banquet ended, and Yuan Pan and Xue Chengcheng walked out last.
Yuan Pan spoke to her kindly: "You must be tired after the whole night. Go home and rest well. Donghui has already communicated with me; if you work hard, Donghui and the TV station will throw ample resources your way."
Xue Chengcheng expressed her gratitude: "Teacher Yuan, you’ve been so good to me, I don’t even know how to repay you."
Yuan Pan sighed: "Consider this a form of compensation from me. That incident from the past... well, let’s not talk about it. You have potential, and I hope I’m not wrong about you." After speaking, he turned and walked away, hands behind his back.
Xue Chengcheng watched Teacher Yuan’s retreating figure and slowly curved her lips.
Such little compensation to make up for what I’ve lost, you’re oversimplifying things. Compared to what I’ve lost, what is this?
Sooner or later, I’ll take it all back.
And that Ji Yunya who took everything from me, I will surely drag you down viciously.
Under the dim streetlights, a crazy and cunning light flashed in the girl’s eyes.
The scandalous love triangle between Yun Shen, Kang Jinxian, and Kang Jinse was now known nationwide, its sensationalism unparalleled.
Yun Shen was dubbed the modern-day Simen Qing, Kang Jinxian crowned as the contemporary Pan Jinlian, and Wu Dalang as Kang Jinxian’s ill-fated fiancé. As for Kang Jinse, half pitied, half loathed. Her public perception was somewhat better than Kang Jinxian’s.
Their sordid affairs were turned into various internet memes, and Kang Jinxian’s Weibo had been completely overrun. Her last selfie post before the scandal broke had comments, shares, and likes exceeding a million. Opening it to see the creative insults, people didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Perhaps due to lingering patriarchal attitudes, people have always been more forgiving towards men. Yun Shen wasn’t scolded as much as Kang Jinxian, who was now thoroughly vilified and likely beyond redemption.
Yun Group’s stock also plummeted overnight, coming at a crucial time for funding. It was like pouring fuel on the fire.
The board urgently convened, demanding Yun Shen suspend all current projects, make a public explanation, and resign to take responsibility, in an attempt to salvage Yun Group’s reputation.
When Yun Shen heard the news, he sneered: "Ridiculous, a bunch of jesters. They think they can take me down with this? They’re dreaming."
It was also a good time to see who was loyal and who had ulterior motives.
Liang Yu rushed in: "President, there’s trouble. President Qin has called, saying he wants to cancel our cooperation."
Yun Shen’s brows furrowed deeply: "What did you say?"
The financing was at a crucial juncture. To call off the deal so suddenly, with assets pledged and the risk he had taken, if the funds didn’t come through, bankruptcy would be the least of his problems—he might also end up in prison.