"Lord Lu isn’t little sidekick’s, is he? Why’s he clashing with Rong Lan? Could it be for President Qin?"
"Wrong! Lord Lu isn’t targeting Rong Lan, but President Qin. Who says Rong Lan’s former lover must be President Qin? It could totally be Emperor Rong!" Latest content published on NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Exactly! Lord Lu and Emperor Rong are the exes here. Now that their flame’s rekindled, what about our dear little sidekick?"
"Wait, I need a moment. What the hell is this? This isn’t a love triangle—this is clearly a love square! And the female lead isn’t even President Qin; it’s Emperor Rong!"
"The drama in this circle is too much for me. I need to lie down."
After Han Shu finished reading, Lu Qing’s face was already as dark as it could get. Tying him to Rong Lan? Just what the hell were these netizens thinking!
"So, Young Master Lu, should we close the comments?"
Lu Qing replied coldly, "No need. Just divert the attention—that’s enough. At least there won’t be any issues on Miao Miao’s side."
Only then did Han Shu realize—could it be the boss was sacrificing himself to divert attention for Young Madam? Truly noble, even his dignity was thrown in for this.
From that moment on, Young Master Lu’s rumored entanglements no longer only included Young Madam and the little sidekick, but now also Emperor Rong.
What a masterpiece of scandalous drama! But there still seemed to be something off... What exactly was it?
"Also, President, it seems there’s a troll army going after Young Madam."
Lu Qing’s gaze turned colder. "Investigate."
Mo Wenwan stared at Weibo for a long while, her lips curling into a cold smile.
It seemed the relationship between Lu Qing and Qin Miaomiao hadn’t been made public. Even if she became the Su Family heir, that was an upper-class inner-circle matter. Outsiders wouldn’t have a clue!
Since that was the case, there were definitely opportunities here to manipulate.
She made an anonymous call to a reporter at Mai Wen Entertainment:
"I’ve got some dirt on Qin Miaomiao, the president of Yao Guang Entertainment. Want to hear it?"
When Fan Si received the call, he was already in a foul mood. Being thrown out of the premiere had pissed him off horribly. He wanted to write a hit piece, but his editor-in-chief forbade it, saying the subject was too powerful to provoke. Despite being relatively well-known in the industry, with a penchant for exploiting celebrity scandals and making money for the company, Fan Si was humiliated.
"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is, I can give you some real money—if you smear Qin Miaomiao across the entire internet."
"I want a million," Fan Si demanded, shooting his shot, not expecting the other party to agree instantly.
"Deal. As long as you tear her apart, a million is no problem."
Looks like Qin Miaomiao had made some enemies. Good, this job just got easy.
Anyway, he’d been itching to strike out on his own. With this money, it’d all be set!
But Mai Wen Entertainment was still a good platform. Before leaving, he could orchestrate one last big show!
"Alright, I’ll take care of it."
Bashing someone? Now that was his specialty. He just needed to gather some material.
Mo Wenwan looked at the videos and photos of Qin Miaomiao circulating online. A tree that stands taller than the rest gets cut down.
If she couldn’t just keep her head down and stay a good Mrs. Lu, instead parading around and stirring up such a mess, then wouldn’t Mo Wenwan be letting herself down if she didn’t play her cards?
Let her act out! Let her gloat!
Still, Mo Wenwan had always known that scheming required meticulous planning. She couldn’t expose herself, so she’d need a few scapegoats to take the fall. She needed to think carefully about who would be the best pawns to use.