In Chapter 7, the haters retreated obediently within two minutes of the confrontation...

Because of the trending topic, Mo Ningzhi did not choose to take a day off the next day, and left on time after breakfast.

After a night of fermentation, the trending topic on Weibo has evolved into "Qin Weijin's unspoken rules against his new assistant," transforming from a simple and easily clarified sex scandal into a shady power-for-sex transaction.

That's not all; there's also an "insider" who suddenly jumps out to reveal information, and a bunch of people rush to agree.

Qin Weijin maintained a sullen expression throughout the interview, his diva-like behavior is well-known.

The controversy surrounding workplace bullying hasn't even died down, and now there's this accusation of sexually harassing a new assistant. Surely this can't all be a misunderstanding again?

I firmly believe that flies don't land on eggs without cracks.

[Don't forget this person also has a history of sleeping with fans! I've absolutely reached my limit, click on my profile picture to see the whole story!]

If things continue like this, not only will Qin Wei Jin suffer serious damage, but Mo Ningzhi is also worried that her information will eventually be posted and spread all over the internet.

He disregarded his vacation, got up early, and went straight to his studio.

"Beep beep".

As soon as I arrived at the building, I heard two clear car horns.

The voice was very guiding, as if it had been waiting in the neighborhood for a long time, only speaking up to remind Mo Ningzhi as she passed by.

He turned around and saw a Porsche Cayenne parked under the shade of a tree. After a beep, the driver's side door opened, and a man in a dark blue suit got out of the car.

The other person was handsome, mature and noble, with a pair of frameless glasses on his nose, exuding an extraordinary air.

But when Mo Ningzhi saw this person, his face immediately darkened.

"Good morning, Zhizhi," Zhou Yaozheng said.

"Don't call me that." Mo Ningzhi's expression was unfriendly: "What are you doing here?"

Zhou Yaozheng: "I heard you were injured, so Uncle Mo sent me to come and see you."

Mo Ning's calm mood was completely ruined by his words, and her mood plummeted to freezing point in an instant.

And he didn't show his face, so how come everyone can recognize him?

"You're a photographer, and suddenly you switched to being an assistant. This job is hard and thankless, you..."

“Zhou Yaozheng.” Mo Ningzhi addressed him by his full name, interrupting Zhou Yaozheng’s endless chatter: “Our relationship hasn’t reached the point where you can interfere in my private affairs. Just because I’m too lazy to scold you doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me.”

Zhou Yaozheng is a man who flatters his father, acts like a gentleman to outsiders, and fantasizes about being a good older brother to discipline his father. He is extremely good at being a charming troublemaker and is very good at creating the perfect image of an eldest son and older brother.

Whenever Mo Ningzhi and her father had a conflict, he would always intervene, offering kind words of comfort to Mo's father and earnest advice to Mo Ningzhi.

Mo Ningzhi was really annoyed by his hypocritical face.

Unfortunately, this person has so many phone numbers that he can't block them all. Every time Mo Ningzhi receives a call from him, her blood pressure spikes for days.

"Sorry, Uncle Mo asked me to come see you." Zhou Yaozheng said, "The trending topic you guys made yesterday generated a lot of discussion, and Uncle Mo found out about it, so he wanted you to have time to come home for dinner."

"I'm not going."

Since their big fight six months ago, Mo Ningzhi and his father have been locked in the longest cold war in recent years. For six months, neither of them has called the other. Mo Ningzhi knows his father too well; the old man is not going to back down. It must be Zhou Yaozheng stirring things up again.

"Okay, I'll tell Uncle Mo you're busy. Take care of yourself. How serious is your injury? I brought you some medicine..."

Before she could finish saying the word "medicine," Mo Ningzhi turned and left.

Zhou Yaozheng stood there, watching the slender figure gradually disappear from sight, and sighed.

...

"Tsk tsk, putting everything else aside, this photo is pretty good."

Agent Zhan Linzhou returned from the coast before dawn, and after a night of fermentation, more negative news emerged like mushrooms after rain.

Even the director of the upcoming drama called to inquire about the truth.

Zhan Linzhou explained the whole story, and the other party was finally at ease. He arrived at Qin Weijin's house early in the morning, accompanied by his entire styling team.

"You said you'd choose the new assistant, and this is the one you chose?"

"Such a handsome boy, it's a pity he's just an assistant. You didn't even tell me he has the face to debut as a celebrity."

"My phone has been ringing off the hook all morning, with people asking me to poach him. They're saying I'm wasting talent and mistaking a gem for a fish eye. Sigh, does he even have any intention of debuting?"

At this moment, Qin Weijin was sitting in the dressing room, being pulled aside by the stylist to discuss hairstyles. Upon hearing this, he finally replied, "No, don't waste your time."

How did you know? Did you ask?

"Is that even a question?" Qin Weijin glanced at him. Zhan Linzhou was sprawled lazily on the sofa, exuding an air of utter indifference. "Since you're so free, you might as well think about how to bring this trending topic down."

“I’m keeping an eye on the PR side. They’re issuing a clarification statement right now. You didn’t do those things, so it’s not hard to explain. It’s just that your uncle always likes to leave a trace of what he does.”

Qin for Jin: "..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, this unruly man was indeed his uncle in terms of seniority. He wasn't much older than him, but he had benefited greatly from his seniority, and many of the younger generation in the family already called him "Grandpa."

At this moment, Xiao Guo delivered the clothes that Qin Weijin was supposed to wear today. Each piece was quite expensive, had been ironed in advance, and was sealed in plastic film. "By the way, Brother Jin, Mo Ningzhi is already on his way."

Qin for Jin: "Isn't he resting?"

"I heard it's trending on social media, I guess he's getting restless," Xiao Guo said. "Seeing his insistence, I gave him the address here, and now... we should be arriving soon."

Qin nodded to Jin, took the clothes, and went into the fitting room.

"Hey, Guo'er." Zhan Linzhou beckoned, "Come here."

"Manager Zhan, what's wrong?"

"Have you met Mo Ningzhi? What does he look like? None of the photos online show his face."

Xiao Guo said, "You'll know when he gets here."

Zhan Linzhou clicked his tongue and said, "I'm so curious!"

Xiao Guo thought about Mo Ningzhi's appearance and thought he was very handsome, but he didn't know how to compliment him. His mind was filled with the image of Mo Ningzhi wearing a mask and getting out of the car with one hand. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "He's quite good-looking."

Zhan Linzhou: "..."

I'm at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Mo Ningzhi arrived shortly afterward. Xiao Guo opened the door and led him into the living room.

"Brother Jin is almost done changing. I should have just had you wait for us on set."

"It's nothing. Has the studio had any ideas about trending topics?"

"Don't worry, the PR department is already controlling the comments and clarifying things. According to Zhan's agent, it's not a big deal, so don't worry."

Qin Weijin's PR team has an excellent reputation in the industry. It is said that the annual cost of supporting this team is as high as seven figures. With such a high evaluation from them, things online should not cause much of a stir.

"Mo Ningzhi?" A voice came from behind.

Mo Ningzhi turned her head away.

Zhan Linzhou, looking rather furtive, emerged from somewhere, his eyes shining as he looked at him: "You must be Mo Ningzhi?"

"...?"

"Ningzhi, this is Brother Jin's agent, surnamed Zhan," Xiao Guo whispered.

"Hello, I'm Zhan Linzhou. You're even more photogenic than I imagined."

Mo Ningzhi shook hands with him, "Hello, Manager Zhan."

Just as he was about to let go, Zhan Linzhou grabbed him and pulled him away.

The other person looked at him with a smile: "Want to debut? Want to be famous? Want to make money? Follow me, and I'll make you the next Qin Weijin."

Mo Ningzhi: "..."

Xiao Guo: "..."

Mo Ningzhi forcefully pulled her hand back and said with difficulty, "No need, I didn't have that idea."

Zhan Linzhou quickly assessed Mo Ningzhi's appearance and gave it a high score. Since the rumors surfaced, countless people have been inquiring about Mo Ningzhi, and Zhan Linzhou, worried that he might be poached, pressed on, "Not even a little bit?"

Mo Ningzhi replied firmly: "No."

Just as Zhan Linzhou was about to speak, there was a light knock behind him, and the fitting room door opened.

The two looked over at the same time, and the next second, Mo Ningzhi's eyes lit up.

Qin Weijin's soft black hair fell down, with stray strands slightly covering his brow bone. His eyes were deep black, and his lips were clearly defined. He wore a dark gray washed denim jacket, which was loose-fitting but did not look bulky, revealing a black and white V-neck knit sweater underneath. His black straight-leg pants with a good drape were naturally piled on his beige shoes.

Mo Ningzhi always felt that Qin Weijin's stylist knew how to highlight his own strengths. This outfit balanced his relaxed demeanor and youthful spirit very well, and his cool and aloof features were outstanding.

In the entertainment industry, every actor's image is very versatile, and there are many stars who are good at creating all kinds of personas and styles.

But Qin Weijin's appearance still gave him a great shock from the contrast.

Yesterday he was a majestic and domineering lion, but today he's transformed into a cool and aloof campus heartthrob, and he plays the role so convincingly...

"What are you spacing out for?"

When she came to her senses, the aloof school heartthrob was already standing in front of her. Mo Ningzhi subconsciously looked up and asked, "Hmm?"

Qin Weijin found his current confused state quite amusing.

He stood in front of Mo Ningzhi and said softly, "Give me your hand."

Mo Ningzhi paused for a moment, then obediently reached out her hand.

Then, a cool sensation touched his palm, and a small gourd-shaped medicine bottle landed in his hand. Qin Weijin's warm and gentle voice came from beside him: "Apply the medicine twice a day. Don't be lazy. It will be fine after a few days."

Mo Ningzhi was somewhat surprised, and holding the medicine bottle, she said, "Thank you, Brother Jin."

Qin Weijin's lips twitched, his expression remained unchanged, but the slight upturn of his lips indicated that he was in a good mood.

"Brother Jin, Xiao Liu is downstairs." Xu Hangxing poked his head in from outside the door: "Shall we go?"

Qin said to Jin, "Let's go."

Mo Ningzhi stood still, looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand, and after a moment, put the bottle into his pocket.

...

Zhan Linzhou didn't come with the filming this time. He came to deliver the script to Qin Weijin. The studio's newly signed artist is currently embroiled in a scandal, and one of them is registered under his name. He's been very busy these past few days, so he left after delivering the script.

Qin had many announcements to make for Jin, with almost no continuous, long rest periods. Even things like selecting scripts were done on the train.

"Xiao Liu, drive carefully. It's too hard on Brother Jin's eyes to read scripts," Xu Hangxing instructed the person in the front seat.

"Okay."

Considering that Mo Ningzhi was still injured, Xiao Guo took the initiative to sit in the back row, giving him the more spacious middle seat.

In this way, Mo Ningzhi and Qin Weijin were less than a meter apart.

That familiar scent wafted over again. Mo Ningzhi unconsciously sniffed.

Qin Weijin suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Mo Ningzhi was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

What perfume are you wearing?

"?"

Mo Ningzhi lowered her head and sniffed herself. "I didn't wear perfume..."

Before he could finish speaking, a scene flashed through his mind of him playing with perfume at home yesterday, and he paused slightly.

A whole night has passed, and the fragrance is still so strong?

Qin Weijin turned to look at the script while he was stiff, and said indifferently, "It smells pretty good. It would be even better if you sprayed less next time."

"…………"

Mo Ningzhi pursed her lips, her expression stiffening.

The car emerged from the underground parking garage and slowly drove out of the picturesque residential area. Registration is required to enter and exit, making it highly discreet. The nanny van's license plate had already been registered, so it was easy for it to leave.

Mo Ningzhi took out his phone and saw several messages that had been sent to him at some point. They were from friends he had met while surfing the internet. They were also in the anti-fan group and, like him, were entertainment reporters who had infiltrated the group. They would occasionally exchange information.

【Junzi Tandangdang】: Someone in the new group said that Sun Tzu's Ice Mage has gone invisible in 18 moves and hasn't said a word since noon yesterday.

【菌子坦荡荡】: That's quite strange.

【Junzi Tandangdang】: You can keep an eye on Qin Weijin's offline schedule; you might be able to get some big news out of him.

Just as I was seeing this, the van braked suddenly.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

Mo Ningzhi lunged forward due to inertia, then fell backward. Just before he hit the back of the chair, someone next to him reached out and pulled him back, saying, "Be careful."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Guo climbed out from the back row.

Xu Hangxing, in the passenger seat, looked grave: "We're surrounded. Lock the doors and windows, don't get out of the car. There aren't many of them. I'll contact the studio to send bodyguards over."

Mo Ningzhi looked out the window and saw young fangirls pouring out from all corners, crowding around Qin Weijin's car. They were stuck on the auxiliary road outside the residential area, unable to move an inch.

Many people pressed their faces against the car windows, trying to peek inside. The sounds of banging on the door and shouting were incessant. Looking out from inside the car, their faces appeared somewhat ferocious due to the obstruction of the windows.

"Why would you engage in underhanded tactics! You have no manners!"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Qin Weijin, I know you're inside!"

"Honey, I love you, just look at me."

"Are these people crazy?" Xiao Guo was probably seeing something like this for the first time and was a little nervous: "Should we call the police?"

“I’ve already contacted the nearest police station.” Xu Hangxing leaned inward and took a picture out the window: “But they only surrounded the car and didn’t take any further action, so there shouldn’t be any punishment.”

Mo Ningzhi sat quietly in the chair, frowning as she stared out the window.

These people were so noisy, banging on the car and knocking on the windows. Their high-pitched voices were making his ears ring. The car was a closed space, which was very uncomfortable.

Moreover, I don't know if it's just my imagination.

Before these people surrounded him, he seemed to see a familiar face.

“But we’re running out of time.” Xiao Guo looked at his watch. “Brother Jin has a charity event this afternoon, the time has been set a long time ago, there’s no way to postpone it.”

Xu Hangxing also fell silent.

Qin Weijin was surprised to be surrounded and said with a serious expression, "Don't be impulsive, sit down and wait for the police to arrive before you leave."

Before he could finish speaking, the car door was pulled open with a whoosh.

The noisy commotion assaulted everyone's faces.

Qin for Jin: "..."

He turned his head, his expression changed drastically, and before he could reach out to grab the person, Mo Ningzhi had already closed the door tightly from the outside.

"He...he...he...he...he..." Xu Hangxing and Xiao Guo were dumbfounded.

Mo Ning was expected to be overwhelmed by the irrational stalkers on the spot, but the crowd quieted down shortly after he left.

Xiao Guo pressed his face against the car window in disbelief: "?"

Xu Hangxing was also stunned.

I didn't see what Mo Ningzhi said, but in less than two minutes, the stalkers who were yelling just now obediently retreated.

Qin for Jin: "?"

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