Chapter 4: Being prepared is crucial; these people even came to our doorstep...

Mo Ningzhi stayed up until dawn spying on the group, and almost missed her work the next day.

The job of an artist's assistant has dress requirements, and none of the trendy brands in the closet are suitable. Mo Ningzhi searched for ten minutes and finally found a black shirt that had been almost forgotten in the corner of the closet.

This understated and low-key style of dress is perfect for a junior assistant.

Mo Ningzhi leaned against the wall, bending down to change her shoes in the entryway. The sleeves of her black shirt were rolled up to her elbows, and the hem was casually tucked into her waistband. The fabric flowed smoothly down her shoulders and back, tightening around her waist to create a taut waistline.

His bone structure makes even the most ordinary styles look extraordinary on him.

Before leaving, Mo Ningzhi checked the group chat as usual.

Last night, the discussion about blocking them off-site came from a rather unique group—the other extreme of anti-fans. They often portray their affection in a very unconventional way, claiming it's true love and behaving insanely. Within the community, these people are also known as "sasaeng fans," and are feared and shunned.

Mo Ningzhi didn't have a good impression of this group either. The reason she was in the group was because a friend on her contact list suddenly invited her a while ago; the friend probably invited the wrong person. Mo Ningzhi didn't notice anything wrong when she joined the group, but later she realized it was a stalker group.

He rarely spoke in the group chat and was usually an obedient nobody, but that didn't stop Mo Ningzhi from gathering information.

During his time as an entertainment reporter, he had released several videos of sasaeng fans gathering in advance, which aroused public opinion and caused the sasaeng fans' surprise attacks to fail. Even now, people in the group are still investigating the heretics who leaked the information.

Last night they discussed in the group chat how to launch a surprise attack on a certain section of Qinweijin's journey today, and the discussion lasted until late at night.

Because the organizer of this event was quite radical and a notorious troublemaker in the group, Mo Ningzhi didn't get involved. She just watched from the sidelines and eventually couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep.

The last reply in the group was at 03:25. Scrolling up, you can see various detailed plans.

Thanks to these people, Mo Ningzhi has become intimately familiar with Qin Weijin's itinerary over the past two weeks.

Qin Weijin will attend a new product launch event for a brand he endorses at 10:00 AM today. The event will be held on a cruise ship by the river, in a relatively open environment, which is perfect for a surprise visit.

However, the group remains unusually quiet until now.

Mo Ningzhi didn't believe they had all overslept; this was just the calm before the storm.

Worried about unforeseen circumstances, Mo Ningzhi temporarily disabled the "Do Not Disturb" function in the group chat. He wasn't sure if these stalkers had created new group chats in private, and could only pray that they would hold a final gathering before the official operation.

...

Just as Mo Ningzhi arrived downstairs at the studio, her phone suddenly vibrated.

He thought the group chat was finally getting interesting, but it turned out to be an unknown number. He lowered his eyebrows and locked his screen, pretending not to hear it.

But after a short while, the phone vibrated again, ringing incessantly, this time with several messages coming in one after another.

[Unknown number]: Xiao Mo, how's your decision? You should have figured things out by now, after these two weeks of suspension and reflection at home, right?

[Unknown Number]: I'm a few years older than you, and I've seen more stubborn people than you have hair, but in the end, they all gave in. In the end, I'm doing this for your own good. By the way, while you were away, Boss Qiu asked me about you several times.

[Unknown Number]: If you agree to keep me company, the editor-in-chief position will be yours after I get promoted.

[Unknown number]: Where are you? Give me a reply!

Shameless content keeps popping up, and the bottom line is getting lower and lower, like a stinky rat hissing and sticking out its tongue in the sewer, making people feel disgusted.

Mo Ningzhi frowned in disgust.

The person who messaged him was his former editor-in-chief, his direct supervisor.

Two weeks ago, Mo Ningzhi was still shining brightly as an entertainment reporter when he suddenly received a notice asking him to receive a new business partner.

The other party is a real estate tycoon in the south who is quite wealthy and very interested in investing in self-media, which the company attaches great importance to.

Mo Ningzhi used to refuse to attend any dinner parties, but the editor-in-chief intercepted him at the airport on his return trip and took him directly to the meeting place. In just one glance, the editor-in-chief pushed Mo Ningzhi into the other person's arms and asked him to pour wine for the boss with a smile.

Mo Ningzhi came from a well-off family and had witnessed the depravity of the wealthy since childhood. He immediately realized that this was a disgusting pimping operation disguised as a business deal. So, when the boss tried to touch his waist, Mo Ningzhi grabbed the wine dispenser and splashed it at him.

The boss was thoroughly drenched.

The editor-in-chief was so angry that he turned into a screaming chicken in despair.

Mo Ningzhi left cheerfully after spilling the wine, leaving the editor-in-chief to clean up the mess. However, the next day, HR suddenly notified him of his suspension pending investigation, on the grounds that he had offended a business partner and damaged the company's interests.

It was obvious that the editor-in-chief was behind it. Mo Ningzhi was so disgusted that she couldn't eat and submitted her resignation that very day.

Buzz!

[I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?]

[How could I know!]

[Unknown Number]: A person should know their own worth! Boss Qiu may be a bit old, but he gets more caring as he gets older, and he's still rich. If you follow him, you'll rise to the top in one step. Why insist on working hard from dawn till dusk for such a pittance?

Mo Ningzhi laughed in exasperation, licking her lips, her eyes dark and piercing: "If he's so good, why don't you let your dad, your brother, or your son go? The whole family would be lifted up."

The editor-in-chief was so angry he was furious and sent over a dozen messages in a row.

The vibration was annoying, so Mo Ningzhi simply put his phone on silent. He had a stiff neck from sleeping in the night before, and it ached a bit when he looked down. He tilted his chin back, grasped the back of his neck, and moved it around. The taut lines of his shoulders and neck looked exceptionally firm and smooth.

He only picked up his phone again just before the editor-in-chief was about to explode with anger.

[If you want to be a brothel madam, go to a brothel. If you bark again, I'll post your face on Weibo and whip your corpse, believe me?]

The editor-in-chief was terrified, having never encountered a subordinate who was so unconcerned about losing face and even wanted to die with him. He immediately tucked his tail between his legs and fled.

[Unknown Number]: You dare! Mo Ningzhi! I'll make sure you can't survive in this industry, believe it or not?

Mo Ningzhi scoffed; he had long since left the entertainment reporting industry.

He unconsciously fiddled with the disposable chopsticks in his hand, and the darkness in his heart spread little by little. After thinking for a while, Mo Ningzhi blurred out his name in the screenshots he had just taken, then opened Weibo, ready to send the editor-in-chief off the stage on the spot.

My phone vibrated again; a call was coming in.

"You answered the phone so quickly, where are you? I've arranged a night fishing trip at sea, wanna come?"

The person on the phone was named Li Yan, a childhood friend of Mo Ningzhi. He had just taken over the family company a few months ago and was doing very well.

"No, I'm busy."

"Damn, you've been busy every day for half a year, making millions a day, and you haven't even come to parties." Li Yan complained a couple of times, "Are you home? I'll come find you."

"Don't come, go to work."

"Tsk, you're still arguing with Uncle Mo?"

Mo Ningzhi fell silent.

Realizing she had inadvertently stepped on a landmine, Li Yan quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. I really have something to tell you. That old guy surnamed Zhou has been making a lot of noise lately. I heard he made a fortune overseas with some project. At this rate, it'll be only a matter of time before he gets on the board of directors. You better not go out and mess around, or you might end up losing all your savings."

The "old rascal" that Li Yan mentioned is named Zhou Yaozheng. He is the son of Mo's stepmother after Mo remarried. He is four years older than Mo Ningzhi. After graduating from university, he went directly to work for Mo's Corporation. Because of his shrewd methods and great ambition, he was promoted to general manager of the company within three years and has now become a well-known figure in the world of fame and fortune.

However, his legitimate son was kicked out of the house six months ago because of his sharp and conflicted relationship with his biological father. During this time, countless people have been laughing at him.

Mo Ningzhi frowned impatiently: "The old man can give his money to whomever he wants. You don't need to tell me about them in the future."

The sun rose, and the air was a bit dry. Mo Ningzhi casually unbuttoned the two buttons below his Adam's apple and said, "Li Yan."

"Um?"

"I need your help with something."

"What?"

Mo Ningzhi sent over the picture he had just seen, but before he could even speak, Li Yan exploded: "Damn it, this old scoundrel dares to harass you? If I don't ruin his reputation within three days, I'm a complete idiot."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Ningzhi went to the studio.

With two hours to go before the press conference, time was running out, but the brokerage department colleagues were already busy.

"Yu Yu, the brand just said they'd like to add some diamond elements to Jin Ge's look. Could you take this form to the stylist for me? Driver Xiao Liu said there's been a problem with the car, I'll go check it out." Xiao Guo hung up the phone, looking a little anxious.

Just as Zhang Yuyu was about to agree, Mo Ningzhi, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up and said calmly, "I'll do it."

Xiao Guo stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then handed over the document: "Okay."

Mo Ningzhi didn't reach out to take it, but smiled and said, "I mean, I'll go check the car."

...

Underground parking garage.

As soon as Mo Ningzhi stepped out of the elevator, he saw a familiar car. He had followed Qin Weijin for a while a few months ago and still remembered his car.

A young man was standing beside the car, stomping on the tires in frustration. Mo Ningzhi walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

The other person turned around, paused for a moment, and said, "You are..."

"The new assistant," Mo Ningzhi said, taking out her work ID. "Is there a problem with the tires?"

"It's not serious, just a bit of low air pressure, but the cause is still unclear."

Mo Ningzhi squatted down and pressed it, and found that the tire on the left front was slightly dented. When he got closer, he could hear a hissing sound of air leaking out. It was very faint and hard to hear in the open and noisy underground space.

He carefully inspected the tires and found no signs of vandalism; it was likely just normal wear and tear.

Mo Ningzhi wiped her hands and stood up: "The tire is flat. When will the mechanic arrive?"

Driver Xiao Liu frowned: "It's rush hour, and we're stuck on the elevated road. It'll take at least forty minutes to get here."

It's too late.

Mo Ningzhi glanced at the time, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Are there any other cars here?"

"Yes, there is..." Xiao Liu hesitated, "but it's a brand new car that was just delivered last night, and I haven't driven it yet."

"Just drive that one." Mo Ning knew: "Go check if there are any problems, then drive the car to the entrance."

His tone was direct and quick, and the naturalness of his words made Xiao Liu unconsciously listen and carry out his orders. Only when she realized it did she discover that this matter had not been reported to higher authorities or obtained the studio's consent.

Mo Ningzhi had just finished moving the items from the car to the new car when a voice came from a group chat.

The first team is in position.

[Hold the studio at all costs; take immediate action the moment the target appears!]

[Great! I must see Qin Weijin up close today!]

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

This is terrible, these people have even come to our door to cause trouble.

...

After an hour of preparation, Qin Weijin's look was complete. He wore a dark black suit with a red dragon embroidery on the left shoulder, adorned with gemstones. He looked dignified and sophisticated without being too somber, and his hair was meticulously styled.

The stylist knows how to make Qin Weijin look stunning. His side-swept hairstyle has a few strands falling over his eyebrows, his eyelashes are thick and long, his suit is impeccably tailored, and every move he makes exudes a powerful and commanding aura.

It was almost time. Qin Weijin looked behind him and, not seeing the new assistant, asked, "Where's Mo Ningzhi?"

Xiao Guo was filling his water bottle when he heard this and said, "I'm going to the car. Xiao Liu said there was a problem with the car, and he said he'd go take a look. It's been fixed now."

Qin Weijin nodded. "Let's go then."

Work assistant Xu Hangxing led the way, taking Qin Weijin and Xiao Guo to the underground parking garage. Qin Weijin noticed that this was not where he usually got into his car, and he unconsciously frowned.

The next second, a brand-new, stylishly colored van came to a stop in front of them. Xiao Guo was startled and took a few steps back: "Xiao Liu, why are you driving this car today? Where's the previous one?"

The driver's side window rolled down, revealing Mo Ningzhi's handsome face. He glanced at Qin Weijin beside him before saying, "That car broke down, Xiao Liu took it to be repaired, I'll drive today."

"You can drive this kind of car?" Xiao Guo said with a hint of envy. He opened the car door and let Qin Weijin get in, while he and Xu Hangxing got in from the other side.

This new car was specially customized by the brand six months ago by Zhan Linzhou. It is spacious and comfortable, and the doors and glass are also custom-made, with complete facilities and privacy.

As soon as Qin Weijin sat down, he heard a voice from the front seat: "Fasten your seatbelt."

Qin Weijin looked up and his gaze met Mo Ningzhi's in the rearview mirror. Before the coldness in Mo Ningzhi's eyes could be concealed, he was stunned for a moment before his eyes became clear and bright, with the corners of his eyes curving upwards, clear and pure.

Just like yesterday when he said he was a true fan.

Qin Weijin withdrew his gaze and fastened his seatbelt.

The car finally slowly drove onto the road.

Qin Weijin unconsciously turned his gaze to the seat in front.

The new assistant is a very skilled driver, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and his left arm casually resting on the window. The pose is quite stylish, and combined with his handsome face, it's easy to mistake him for a hardcore off-road vehicle.

"Brother Jin, is there something you want to tell me?"

Qin Weijin snapped out of his daze and realized that Mo Ningzhi seemed to have been watching him in the rearview mirror for quite some time. "Hmm?"

Mo Ningzhi smiled gently: "You've been watching me for quite a while now."

"Your senses are quite sharp," Qin Weijin thought. He looked up and met the gaze of his reflection in the mirror. Those eyes curved into crescents, bright as a clear spring. "Being stared at like that by my idol makes me nervous, and I easily lose track of the brakes and accelerators."

Qin for Jin: "..."

Xiao Guo and Xu Hangxing, who were standing nearby, were almost scared out of their wits.

...

No longer feeling the watchful gaze, Mo Ningzhi drove the car to the exit.

He had already familiarized himself with all the entrances and exits near this underground parking lot, and after making several turns, he was already quite far from the studio.

Xu Hangxing looked around and asked in surprise, "Isn't this a supermarket? How did we end up here?"

Qin Weijin's studio is adjacent to a large shopping mall, separated by two streets. They seem to have no connection, but they are connected underground. However, the garage has a complicated layout and it is easy to get lost.

As Mo Ningzhi drove past the barrier gate, he heard the voice and said succinctly, "There's a traffic jam. This route is faster."

Xu Hangxing said "Oh," turned to look out the window, and didn't ask any more questions.

The van turned at the supermarket exit, then turned back, recklessly merging into the traffic. As it passed under the overpass between the high-rise buildings, a sudden uproar drowned out the traffic noise, like a hurricane tearing a gap in the city, drawing everyone's attention.

"Damn, when did these guys get to our doorstep?" Xu Hangxing exclaimed in surprise as he leaned against the window.

Xiao Guo muttered along, "With this scale... we've broken some kind of cardinal rule, haven't we?"

Qin Weijin raised his eyebrows and looked over. The familiar nanny van was intercepted less than ten meters from the garage.

The excited young people surrounded him, shouting his name.

Security personnel poured out from all directions, trying to clear the group away, but with little success.

Mo Ningzhi looked away and chuckled softly.

The group missed them again.

While Qin Weijin was relieved that his assistant had taken a different route, he looked away and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a wicked smile on Mo Ningzhi's lips.

Qin for Jin: "...?"

A note from the author:

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