"That's right, if you are magnanimous, please don't hold it against me. Besides, you haven't suffered any losses, have you?"
"Miss Wen, I apologize for my previous actions."
Wen Yan's expression remained unchanged. "You have one night. If the online news cannot be removed, you will bear the consequences yourselves."
Seeing that Wen Yan was unwilling to budge, some people wished they could slap themselves twice.
They had satisfied their urge to speak, but now the consequences were difficult to bear.
Helpless, everyone turned and left dejectedly.
Wen Yan turned and looked at Lu Si. "Sister Lu, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Lu Si felt very embarrassed. "Miss Wen, I'm sorry."
She smiled. "It's alright."
Saying that, she turned and left.
Half an hour later.
Wen Yan returned to her rented apartment and lay on the sofa, feeling a little tired.
Song Na had failed tonight, but it was hard to say if she would try something else.
It seemed like she needed to find a way to solve this once and for all.
As Wen Yan was thinking, her phone suddenly rang.
She collected her thoughts, saw the caller ID, and answered, "Bai Quan."
Bai Quan smiled and said, "Yan Yan, you've become completely famous now. Everyone online is supporting you."
"Huh?" She was genuinely a little confused.
Bai Quan cut to the chase. "You'll know when you go online. However, you're the first person to manage an apology scene like this."
Upon hearing the word "apology," Wen Yan suddenly understood. "Bai Quan, I'll hang up for now. I'm going to check."
"Okay."
Wen Yan hung up, opened her phone, and saw a stream of apologetic comments. Many people were commenting below.
She glanced at them and tossed her phone aside.
At this moment, her phone rang again.
Wen Yan picked up her phone and answered, "Sister Lu, what's wrong?"
Lu Si smiled sheepishly. "Miss Wen, I'd like to apologize to you for what happened tonight."
"It's alright." Wen Yan knew that this matter had nothing to do with Lu Si.
Lu Si continued, "Miss Wen, I have a good friend who is a model. I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in collaborating with her."
Wen Yan was naturally willing to agree when she heard about a collaboration. "Yes, thank you, Sister Lu, for introducing a client."
Lu Si smiled and replied, "You don't have to say that. If you're interested, I'll send you her phone number, and you can contact her yourselves."
"Okay." Wen Yan thanked her.
Lu Si ended the conversation. "It's getting late, Miss Wen. You should get some rest."
The moment Wen Yan put down the phone, she saw that Lu Si had already sent the other person's phone number.
She had wanted to inquire immediately but saw that it was too late. She stood up and walked into the bathroom.
After showering, Wen Yan lay in bed to rest.
...
Meanwhile.
In a certain bar.
Brilliant, colorful neon lights flashed alternately.
The noisy hall was filled with a strong smell of smoke and alcohol, along with the constant sound of music.
In a corner.
Rong Beifeng, dressed in a black suit, sat on a chair. He was particularly dejected tonight, and his wine glass was always full.
Bai Quan's words kept replaying in his mind, refusing to leave.
Rong Beifeng frowned, unable to describe his feelings. He glanced at his phone, which lit up on the table.
When he picked up his phone and saw the message from his assistant, his heart felt even more stifled.
Just then, Sun Liyan, wearing a designer dress, sat next to him. Sensing his unhappiness, she spoke softly, "Brother Beifeng, you seem unhappy. Is something troubling you?"
This was the first time she had seen something make Rong Beifeng frown.
Now that he and Bai Quan were about to divorce, she would be the one by his side from now on.
Thinking of this, she felt a surge of sweetness.
Rong Beifeng's expression was indifferent, and he did not reveal his emotions. "It's nothing."
Seeing that Rong Beifeng was unwilling to say more, Sun Liyan deliberately said, "Brother Beifeng, are you worried about Bai Quan's matters?"
When Rong Beifeng heard Bai Quan's name, he no longer felt the previous aversion. He even felt a slight urge to get closer.
He found it strange.
He had never felt this way since he married Bai Quan...
Rong Beifeng didn't overthink it and replied perfunctorily, "No."
Upon hearing him say no, Sun Liyan intensified her efforts. "Brother Beifeng, I think Bai Quan sometimes doesn't understand you. She doesn't know how to do business herself, yet she squanders your money recklessly."
Rong Beifeng frowned, turned to look at her, his deep eyes calm and unwavering, and his tone indifferent. "She knows how to do business, and she has never used my money. Don't say such things in the future."
Seeing that Rong Beifeng was still defending Bai Quan, Sun Liyan felt uncomfortable. Considering that they were not yet divorced, she said softly, "Brother Beifeng, I didn't mean anything else. Did you misunderstand?"
Rong Beifeng's voice was low. "It's good if you didn't."
Saying that, he stood up. "It's late. Let's go back."
"Okay." Sun Liyan smiled and nodded upon hearing this.
...
The next day.
Wen Yan woke up, stretched, and got out of bed to wash up.
A few minutes later.
She went to the kitchen and made herself a simple breakfast, feeling content.
After breakfast.
Wen Yan changed into her professional attire and headed to the studio.
As it was nearing noon, Wen Yan was organizing documents when her phone suddenly rang.
She saw the caller ID and answered with slight surprise, "President Leng, is there something?"
On the other end, Leng Xunze's voice was as cool as usual. "There's something I want to tell you. I'll send you the location."
Wen Yan's issue with her styling on the program had become widely known.
Because of this, he felt that only she could secure that project.
Wen Yan quickly asked, "What is it?"
Leng Xunze was unwilling to elaborate. "You'll know when you get here."
She wanted to ask more, but he had already hung up.
Wen Yan looked at the disconnected call and grumbled, "Still so cold. Can't he just say it clearly?"
After grumbling, she glanced at the time and realized it was almost noon. Just as she stood up, her phone vibrated with a message notification.
Wen Yan saw that it was the restaurant location sent by Leng Xunze.
She strode out of the room.
She took a taxi to the designated location.
Half an hour later.
As Wen Yan reached the second floor, she saw a large screen hanging in the center of the hall, playing an interview with a renowned stylist.
The woman in the video stood tall and graceful, dressed expensively, with a stunning face and arrogance in her eyes.
She glanced at it casually, not paying much attention, then scanned the room and found Leng Xunze sitting on a sofa in a corner. He was wearing a black suit, his legs encased in loose trousers.
His face was stern, his thin lips slightly pursed, giving him an extremely cold aura.
As she got closer, she could clearly sense the oppressive atmosphere around him.
Wen Yan walked over and asked, "President Leng, what did you want to see me for?"
"Sit." Leng Xunze looked up at her, his voice low.