From the text below, Ouyang Hao quickly figured out what had happened. It turned out that Lin Yixun resisted the advances because she couldn’t stand being teased, which angered the other party and led to her disfigurement.
For the sake of her purity, she didn’t even care about her appearance, which is most valued by girls. How could he believe that she would sell her body for money?
Sure enough, through the information that followed, Ouyang Hao learned the truth behind the recent photos that had been heavily reported by the media. As he expected, what the media reported was vastly different from the actual truth.
Ouyang Hao threw the document in his hand aside, leaned back on the sofa chair, closed his eyes and immersed himself in thoughts. He slowly straightened out the recent events, from the photo posted online from Bali Island to Lin Yixun’s previous relationship with Leng Yixiu, and then to those disgraceful photos of Lin Yixun in Nightshade...
These things, one by one, seem not to have happened by chance, but rather like someone was manipulating them from behind, and the purpose of that person was not to deal with him, but to completely ruin Lin Yixun.
Who could it be? Why target Lin Yixun so relentlessly? Could it be Leng Yixiu?
Ouyang Hao felt that Leng Yixiu was the most suspicious, and at this moment, the man was having someone help him handle another matter.
When Leng Yixiu’s call came through, Fei Yichen was blow-drying Mu Yi’s hair. Normally, Fei Yichen would not answer outside calls at this time.
"Why don’t you answer the phone? It might be something important."
"No matter how important, nothing’s more important than my wife."
Mu Yi rolled her eyes at him, "Stop being cheesy. How can a grown man like you say such mushy things."
"This counts as mushy?" The man squinted his eyes, curled his lips into a wicked smile, "There’s even mushier things."
Saying this, without further ado, he pulled his delicate wife into a passionate kiss.
As he was about to lose control, the person in his arms breathlessly pushed him away, "Alright, alright, go answer the phone."
"I’ll take care of you properly when I get back." The man reluctantly let go of her and turned to pick up the phone.
Though he picked up the phone, Fei Yichen’s gaze never left Mu Yi. To him, the woman in front of him is someone he could watch for a lifetime and still never get enough; God knows how much effort he spent to get her, and all the happiness he has now is stolen.
Looking at the carefree and joyous Mu Yi, the man felt a bit conflicted. Sometimes he hopes she can remember the past, but other times he wishes she would never remember it for her whole life.
The man slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes to look at the phone screen, and upon seeing the familiar name, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised. He then pressed the answer button and laughed, "President Leng, calling me in the middle of the night, what can I do for you?"
"I’m afraid to ask for a favor, but I do need your help with something."
"Oh? Then tell me, what kind of favor do you need from me?"
"Help me deal with someone."
Fei Yichen curled his lips playfully; dealing with someone for Leng Yixiu should be an easy feat. Why would he go through the trouble to ask for help and owe someone a favor?
Fei Yichen pondered for a moment; there was only one answer: Leng Yixiu found it inconvenient to use his business tactics against that person and had to rely on Fei Yichen’s underworld influence.
After all, in the underworld, dealing with someone is far less restrictive; it’s much easier, and the methods of dealing with someone are plentiful. There are thousands of ways to make someone’s life worse than death.