The next morning, Gu Chengyu stood by the window in his bathrobe, his brows furrowed, holding his phone in his hand.

The news about his marriage to Song Qingwan kept popping up on his screen, which annoyed him so much that he closed them all and didn't even bother to open Weibo.

He glanced at the time; it was already nine in the morning.

There was no word from his mother.

Gu Chengyu's patience had completely run out.

He made a direct call to the personal cell phone of the head of the public relations department of the Gu Group, and the call was answered almost instantly.

"Young Master Gu." The other person's voice was tense, clearly aware that the young master had been in a bad mood lately.

In the past, when they made mistakes, he would just make a few sarcastic remarks, but recently he has started to impatiently curse at them.

"Immediately, draft a statement in the official name of the conglomerate." Gu Chengyu's voice was cold and hard.

"All the news yesterday about my marriage to Song Qingwan was false."

"The Gu and Song families have no such plans. This is to clarify."

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned, gasping, "Young Master Gu, does Madam know about this? This news initially came from the old mansion..."

"Do as I say." Gu Chengyu interrupted him, his tone undeniably authoritative.

"I need to see the statement released within half an hour, and I will take responsibility for the consequences."

"Yes, Young Master Gu, I'll take care of it right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Chengyu irritably threw his phone on the desk.

He felt his mother was being too slow, so slow that he suspected she was deliberately delaying.

He had clearly expressed his intention to cancel the marriage, yet she still allowed these unsightly news articles to be displayed there, causing the little girl hiding in the bedroom to feel sad.

It's already nine o'clock, shouldn't I call her for breakfast? I wonder if she ate anything last night?

Meanwhile, at the Gu family's old house.

Madam Gu did not sleep all night.

She sat in a chair in the small study, with several documents and a tablet computer spread out on the table in front of her.

After listening to Assistant Zhao's objective words last night, she had a vague premonition that something was wrong.

She immediately looked up Su Qianqian's detailed information.

Besides what I saw online before, I also discovered that before her debut, she was Lin Shu's assistant.

The electronic version of the unequal artist contract that Su Qianqian signed was also on Madam Gu's computer.