Translator: _Min_
Zuo Qingya’s eyes brightened. “Second sister, how do you plan to deal with her?”
“You don’t need to know, but her arrogance won’t last much longer,” Zuo Xianyu replied, her tone indifferent. “Just behave yourself lately. I don’t want to catch you stirring up trouble again.”
Zuo Qingya shrank back a little. “But the lawyer notice…”
Zuo Xianyu took a deep breath. “I’ll go see Si Fuqing when the time comes. Only if she takes a step back will you avoid going to court.”
Nodding, Zuo Qingya immediately took out her phone and deactivated her Weibo account, lacking the courage to even glance at the comments.
The proactive actions of the Xingting Law Firm quashed any slanderous comments.
Both the Pei Corporation and Zuo Qingya suffered one defeat after another, to say nothing of the trolls and bots wading into the murky waters.
The Xingting legal team quickly logged all the IDs that were spreading rumors and reported them to their headquarters, urging them to produce the legal notices as soon as possible.
Zuo Qingya’s actions were soon detected as well.
“Oh, the young miss of the Zuo family deactivated her Weibo account. Isn’t this
an admission of guilt?” A young lawyer shook his head, then lowered his voice, “Sister Ling, is Miss Si really serious?”
“We’ve only found that there’s a minor issue with the Pei family’s cash flow, but it’s not enough to topple them. Won’t we expose ourselves if we exaggerate?”
The elite woman continued writing her document, not even lifting her head. “Let’s wait and see in five days. I’m not sure either.”
She was very curious about what kind of person Si Fuqing was, to have the headquarters form a special group for her.
But she knew when to ask questions and when not to.
The young lawyer scratched his head and went back to his tasks.
That night.
Si Fuqing visited the villa’s small courtyard.
Yu Xiheng had prepared a barbecue, and the dining table was set up in the yard.
The aroma of grilled meat wafted through the air, tantalizing the senses.
Yu Xiheng sat quietly to one side, his hands clutching a jade teacup.
The soft moonlight fell on him, as if he were wrapped in a layer of frost.
“Boss, I really don’t need this,” Si Fuqing said as she sat down. “There’s no need to waste manpower and resources, it’s just extravagant.”
“Words can be perilous,” Yu Xiheng responded coolly. “You must understand that words can both wound and kill.”
“If they don’t truly see the consequences, they won’t remember.” The entertainment industry had become like this because of its poor atmosphere, and it needed to be addressed at the root.
Feng San paused for a moment.
Listening to this, could it be that his Brother Nine was planning to reform the entertainment industry?
“I get it,” Si Fuqing said. “I just think it’s unnecessary. The innocent will clear themselves. ”
“I’ve told you,” Yu Xiheng looked at her, seemingly sighing lightly. “I don’t want any of you to be hurt, including emotionally.” Si Fuqing was taken aback again.
Did her boss experience some great change?
“Alright, alright,” she leaned back, her fox-like eyes curving. “I’ll accept this PR team. Don’t hold back if you have any demands.”
Yu Xiheng lifted an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. ‘What do you mean by
‘don’t hold back’?”
Si Fuqing looked at him. “Why do you love nitpicking words so much?”
Yu Xiheng corrected her with a smile. “I’m not nitpicking; I’m pondering your words.”
“You’re old, I can’t communicate with you,” Si Fuqing turned her head. “We have a generation gap.”
Yu Xiheng took a slow sip of his tea.
Such youthful temperament.
Feng San cautiously asked, “Miss Si, what about the Pei family?”
“Ah,” Si Fuqing took a bite of beef, languidly replying, “I took Pei Megnzhi’s money, so I saved him. As for the Pei family, what do they have to do with me? I won’t lose any good karma by not saving them.” “But I am curious about their curse. I might visit them one day.”
Maybe she would run into someone she knew.
Yu Xiheng put down his cup. “Better to be cautious.”
“I know,” Si Fuqing stretched lazily. “Tangtang, I’m going to the kitchen to grab something to drink.”
Yu Tang had his mouth full of barbecue and both hands occupied, so he could only nod in response.
Feng san recalled what yu Xineng nad said earlier and telt moved. “Brother Nine, I cleared out some people the other day, and I found out today that my arm got injured, so 1—”
Yu Xiheng rolled up his sleeves. “Hmm, there’s medicine in the study. Go get it yourself.”
Feng San:
He probably wasn’t included in his Brother Nine’s ‘anyone’, was he?
The next day.
In the morning, Daifei’s manager returned to the headquarters..