Lin Yixun’s involvement in the "mistress" scandal naturally reached Leng Yixiu’s ears.
"President Leng, should we send someone to negotiate with the media?" Assistant Chen tentatively asked.
Unexpectedly, the man’s handsome face did not show the slightest ripple, he just curled his lips and said coldly, "No one is allowed to interfere in this matter."
"But if this matter blows up too much, it might be very unfavorable for Miss Lin."
After all, this matter involved Lin Yixun, and the big boss’s attitude towards his ex-wife was so subtle. Gossip can be terrifying; if it drags out some bad things, it would be troublesome.
The man gave him a cold glance, "Is my meaning still not clear enough? Do I need to repeat what I just said?"
"No... no need." Assistant Chen was so frightened by the man’s icy gaze that he immediately fell silent. How could he dare to ask the big boss to repeat himself? If he annoyed him, he might be sent packing.
However, he really couldn’t figure out what the big boss’s intentions towards Miss Lin were.
If he had no interest in Miss Leng, why did he rush to Bali Island the moment he heard that Miss Lin had gone there with Ouyang Hao? But if he did care about Miss Leng, why was he now standing by while Miss Lin faced such a big problem?
Assistant Chen racked his brains but still couldn’t make sense of his boss’s thoughts. Forget it, it’s their business. Why should a mere employee try to guess?
These days, Lin Yixun had been living in constant fear, dreading that any little slip would let the rumors about her reach Lin’s mother’s ears.
Fortunately, the TV in the ward was broken, and although the nurses gossiped about her behind her back, they didn’t confront her, which gave Lin Yixun some relief.
She just hoped this storm would pass quickly, but things didn’t go as she wished.
During her stay in the hospital, she kept receiving harassing phone calls filled with vile language, calling her a slut, a seductress, a bitch... Even with her strong mental resilience, Lin Yixun found it hard to handle such relentless verbal attacks.
Her insomnia worsened. Every night, to fall asleep, she had to increase the dosage of her sleeping pills. But even when she slept, it was an endless nightmare.
Past events were cruelly torn open, and the efforts she had buried came flooding out like a torrent. In her dreams, scenes constantly changed: Leng Yixiu’s indifferent eyes, Cheng Ying’s victorious and smug smile, and thousands upon thousands of crazed fans, chasing her like zombies, wishing to strip her to the bone.
Nervous during the day, plagued by nightmares at night. Lin’s mother saw Lin Yixun’s face growing thinner, and paler day by day, and became very worried.
"Xiao Xun, are you feeling unwell?" Lin’s mother held Lin Yixun’s hand, touching her small face, "Look at you, you’ve lost so much weight since we came back."
"Mom, I’m fine, it’s just that I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Besides, isn’t it popular to be a producer now? It’s good to be a bit thinner."
"Nonsense! Don’t you learn from those girls outside, always dieting to lose weight. Mom prefers you to have more meat on your bones."
"Mom, you see I haven’t been dieting. Maybe it’s because I take after you and naturally have a slim physique."