Zheng Xiaojue didn’t have the keys to Zhou Yun’s house, so she could only knock on the door.
After knocking for about five minutes, there were finally some sounds from inside.
The door opened, revealing Zhou Yun’s slightly swollen face.
"Xiaojue?" Zhou Yun leaned on the door frame, her eyelids droopy, "Is it already midnight? It’s so late?"
After speaking, Zhou Yun yawned.
Zheng Xiaojue looked at Zhou Yun, who was still stunningly beautiful even without makeup, hesitated, unsure of how to start.
"Come in." Zhou Yun opened the door and went inside.
"Sister Xiao Yun." Zheng Xiaojue stepped into the entrance but didn’t change her shoes to go further inside.
"Come inside and talk." Zhou Yun yawned again, "Have a seat."
Zheng Xiaojue mustered her courage and said, "Sister Xiao Yun, something has happened."
Zhou Yun turned to look at her.
Thirty minutes later, Zhou Yun got in the car and headed to her company.
She didn’t wear makeup, barefaced, donning a duckbill hat and sunglasses.
One could imagine, there would be many reporters with long and short cameras waiting for her to show up at the company building.
Zhou Yun even considered putting on makeup in the car, but then gave up.
She applied some sunscreen, then a layer of lipstick, enough not to look listless. That was it.
On the way to the company, Zhou Yun called Song Chi, but he was occupied and didn’t answer.
Zhou Yun didn’t want to check the missed calls and unread messages on her phone – there were too many to handle.
She closed her eyes in silence, her mind a mess due to the sudden turn of events.
She had already seen the report written by Lin Xiaomiao, about what happened last night.
She hadn’t expected that someone had tailed her the entire time last night.
Now, even she found the reported insinuations hard to dismiss just by reading the article.
The photos captured the moments too well; whether it was Song Chi’s gaze as he steadied Zhou Yun or when he grabbed her wrist in the KTV corridor, the look in Song Chi’s eyes was definitely not just that of a friend.
Zhou Yun held her forehead, feeling helpless.
This incident, unlike the last time they were seen at the same hotel, was essentially substantiated with photographic evidence.
How should she explain this?
And how should she clarify?
At that moment, Song Chi called.
"Do you... know already?" Zhou Yun hesitantly asked.
Zhou Yun sighed and said, "We’ve been tailed."
Song Chi replied, "Your company’s people are already communicating with my side, looking for a way to respond."
"Oh, I’m... I’m still on my way to the company, haven’t met up with them yet."
"Figured. Just woke up?"
Song Chi yawned long, "Same here, I was woken up early by Brother Lew’s call, asking if he should step in to help clarify things."
Zhou Yun thought, Lin Xiaomiao’s report was cunningly written, not mentioning that the two of them went out on a date alone. Even if Lew Yuan testified, he could only say he was present all the time and couldn’t clear up the nature of their relationship.
"But I refused, no need to trouble him with such trivial matters."
"What’s your company planning to do?" asked Zhou Yun.
"Don’t know, they’re discussing it. I’ll see what they come up with."
Zhou Yun thought, classic superstar behavior.
"Honestly, I think, what’s there to respond? Whether we’re dating or not is none of their business," Song Chi snorted.
"You can’t really respond like that, can you? Post a Weibo saying it’s none of their business," Zhou Yun chuckled, "I don’t know what it would be like if you did, but if I did, forget about ever making it public again."
Song Chi: "No problem, being rumored with me isn’t a disgrace to you."
"It’s troublesome though." Zhou Yun glanced out the car window, "I won’t talk more, I’ve arrived at the company. I’m getting out of the car."
"Why can’t you continue talking after getting out?" asked Song Chi.
"Because there are journalists all around outside the car, do you want to keep talking on the phone in front of them?"
Song Chi hung up immediately.
The company’s security had already been alerted and were on standby in the underground parking lot.
As soon as Zhou Yun appeared, the security guards immediately blocked the journalists, clearing space for Zhou Yun to get out of the car.
Zhou Yun got out of the car and, protected by Zheng Xiaojue, walked expressionlessly into the elevator, not until the elevator doors closed, blocking out the noise from the journalists, did Zhou Yun’s ears finally find peace.
This was the first time Zheng Xiaojue had seen such a scene, and she was shaking nervously.
Zhou Yun patted Zheng Xiaojue on the shoulder.
"Sister Xiao Yun, what’s wrong?" asked Zheng Xiaojue, still not over the shock.
Zhou Yun said, "Go to the thirteenth floor."
Only then did Zheng Xiaoju snap back to reality, her face flushed as she hurriedly pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.
Zhou Lan was waiting at the thirteenth floor elevator entrance.
As the doors opened, Zhou Lan said to Zhou Yun, "President He asked me to take you to his office first."
Zhou Yun nodded, agreeing.
Zhou Yun didn’t get many chances to see He Yong, and had never been in his office before.
His office was generally visited more by top-tier celebrities like Wei Ru Xue.
Their last meeting had been unpleasant, and Zhou Yun didn’t know what He Yong would say to her. The issue with the beauty instrument endorsement was still unresolved between them.
Who knew, upon entering, He Yong greeted Zhou Yun with a smile, saying, "Sit."
His demeanor was warmer than anticipated.
As the saying goes, an abnormality indicates a monster, Zhou Yun remained on guard.
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