The reporters were all moaning in their hearts, god d*mn, this was an attack dog!
It’ is unknown if those the paparazzi were also single dogs[1]?
In the press of people, Yue Tingfeng held on tightly to Yan Qingsi’s hand. He looked at the reporters, saying, “I know for myself how good Yan Qingsi is, and as to her flaws, it’s not for you lot to speculate.”
“When we get married, then you’ll find out who Yan Qingsi’s man is.”
Yue Tingfeng had just dropped a bomb and now covered Yan Qingsi as he led her to the revolving doors. The security and staff of the hotel had formed a human wall protecting the main doors, preventing the reporters from entering.
The reporters outside were reluctant to leave. “Ms. Yan, Ms. Yan… please answer one more question?”
“Ms. Yan…”
Yue Tingfeng and Yan Qingsi held each other as they left. The reporters all sighed. Some of them quickly took seats on the floor outside, pulling out their laptops to write out their draft articles.
Yan Qingsi had revealed so much today. God d*mn, any one of them would grab the headlines in minutes, they could even think of the headers.
The moment they entered the elevator, Yue Tingfeng immediately tore off his face mask. He did not even bother with the glasses and cap. He then grabbed Yan Qingsi, lowered his head and kissed her.
Yue Tingfeng kissed her with such intensity, he might have swallowed Yan Qingsi whole.
Yan Qingsi could not bear the heat radiating from his face and pushed him twice.
Yue Tingfeng let her go, and said, “In public, you have recognized me as your boyfriend. If you ever backtrack or find someone else in the future, I will never forgive you. When I get mad, even I scare myself.”
Yue Tingfeng could not help but wanted to run to tell the old lady at home, that your son had finally been recognized. Your son had finally… after so much optimism, you can finally relax– your son has finally received the label of the boyfriend.
Yan Qingsi’s spring break elevated[2]. “I know!”
Yue Tingfeng took off the glasses and cap, saying, “I was holding back so much, I was really thinking about giving everyone there a beating.”
Yan Qingsi smirked. “If its the reporters and we could hit them, I’d beat you to it.”
Public opinion, the media, could really be a thorn in one’s flesh at times…
Yue Tingfeng held onto Yan Qingsi’s hand. “Regarding the recent public opinion, I’ll have the media companies under the Qi Family banner pay some attention to it. Let them meet and discuss how to resolve this issue. It’s no big deal, so don’t worry about it.”
Yan Qingsi nodded. “Just take advantage of the situation, there’s no need for a strong intervention. I think there’s still more to this issue. I’m just pouring oil on the fire today so that they burn even more.”
Yan Qingsi knew. Her words just now would be on the internet very soon, and it would cause no small amount of ripples.
However, if she thinks about it, the reaction most definitely would not be very positive.
Every netizen was probably thinking, ‘Yan Qingsi was the queen of troublemakers!’
Be that as it may, what mattered was that she was happy. She was not going to retreat. She was going to bludgeon her way through this war of public opinion.
Yan Qingsi suddenly smiled. “If this keeps going on, I might get censured by the Bureau[3].”
Physically assaulting someone, that would count as being a bad moral influence. If she did not acknowledge her fault, apologize, and change, would that be a bad motive?
Even if the Bureau did not censure her, the hordes online may decide to band together to attack her.
Yan Qingsi rubbed her jaw, she has attracted the ire of the public.
The elevator arrived. Yue Tingfeng hooked his arm around Yan Qingsi’s neck. “Censure? That would be great, you can stay home and bear me a child.”
[1] single dog is a Chinese phrase to refer to someone single
[2] the author likely meant to say, “the edges of her lips”
[3] the ‘Bureau’ refers to The People’s Republic of China State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, a government instrument that governs all matters of the entertainment industry in China. ‘Censure’ is a measure the Bureau uses to punish artists in China, whereby the artist’s career is effectively destroyed by the banning of publication of any works the artist appears in.