Chapter 146: They're not even going to act anymore.

Chapter 146: They're not even going to act anymore.

"Don't blame me for not protecting you then."

Such blunt and unflinching words made He Jiayu's face flash with a hint of guilt.

Her arrogance visibly subsided. "Weren't those three years just a fling? Besides, A-Jing has already left Jiangbei, which means Wen Jinye is insignificant to him. Why would he care about Wen Jinye's business? Don't try to scare me."

Besides, she's targeting Wen Jinye now, not to get Fu Yanjing.

He Jiayu wasn't so stupid as to be completely blind to the situation. The He family almost lost its cash flow because of the cooperation terminated by Fu Yanjing, so He Jiayu dared not have any more expectations of Fu Yanjing.

She had just suffered too many setbacks at Wen Jinye's hands. Someone of such lowly and humble status somehow caught Fu Yanjing's eye, making him protect and cherish her.

Wen Jin actually thought highly of himself and dared to confront and challenge him.

He Jiayu was just angry.

Now that Fu Yanjing has returned to Hong Kong, no one can protect Wen Jinye anymore.

She has to get back at herself after losing face.

Thinking this way, He Jiayu felt a little more confident.

Xu Xiangbai spoke so bluntly and harshly that He Jiayu stopped pretending to be kind. "Wen Jin is such an ant. Fu Yanjing discarded her like a worn-out shoe. I can trample on her if I want."

Xu Xiangbai looked down at He Jiayu with an expression that suggested he was looking at an idiot.

He shouldn't have been so attached to their youthful friendship, suppressing the passion and keeping it a secret from Fu Yanjing.

She's courting death; let her go.

Even if Ah Jing is able to take it all in stride, it will eventually dissipate without a trace.

It will also take time.

*

The eventful day finally ended when Wen Jin was lying in her hotel bed.

A wave of fatigue washed over her belatedly, and Wen Jin lay down on the soft bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky.

My phone, which was on silent mode, had a lot of unread messages.

An Yu's, Xiao Yin's, Tang Man's, Meng Qinghe's.

But everyone's messages were exactly the same.

That is, He Jiayu issued an apology statement, admitting that she accidentally triggered public opinion.

The truth has come to light.

The truth came faster than expected.

In the voice message sent by An Yu, it was still An Yu chewing her words, "I was so anxious at the time, but my agent knows me too well, so she took control of my phone and various accounts in advance, otherwise I really would have posted a blog post to diss her."

In fact, An Yu can understand her agent's actions very well. Otherwise, given An Yu's impulsive personality, she probably would have started a fight with He Jiayu on Weibo that very day.

"How many fans does she have, and how many do you have? And don't you know her fans are young? It's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree."

This is a straightforward statement, but it makes a lot of sense.

Even if He Jiayu's fans don't drown An Yu in their spittle, An Yu is still very likely to be sidelined by the company.

After all, He Jiayu is the company's cash cow.

Right and wrong are unimportant; only profit matters. That's how every brokerage firm operates.

Controlling her phone and accounts was the agent's plan, but there were many more thrilling moments left untold.

For example, her personal safety was taken into custody.

Her argument with her agent was so loud that it was overheard by someone with ulterior motives and reached the ears of the company's upper management.

An Yu was then locked in the dressing room by a group of well-trained security guards.

A cold voice came from outside the door, "When you realize your place, then we can talk about letting you out."

She was furious. At that time, Wen Jin was also going through a turbulent period, and she couldn't help him at all.

In a fit of anger, she grabbed everything on the dressing table and smashed it toward the door.

The door suddenly opened.

The heavy-duty handheld mirror just happened to slip from An Yu's hand and hit Xu Xiangbai squarely on the forehead.

The mirror fell to the ground, shattering into pieces with a piercing sound.

Xu Xiangbai's forehead skin swelled up at a visible speed.

His eyes practically popped out of their sockets. "An Yu, are you trying to kill my heart by not even bothering to act anymore? Are you trying to usurp the throne?"

He and He Jiayu were childhood sweethearts, and Xu Xiangbai was the direct person in charge of the company, so An Yu naturally assumed that this was an order from Xu Xiangbai.

Her tone was icy cold: "Illegal imprisonment doesn't discriminate between right and wrong. You'd better pray that He Jiayu, this cash cow, never falls. I'd be merciful if I didn't chop you into mincemeat."

Xu Xiangbai gritted his teeth, "We still need you to handle things when it comes to benevolence and righteousness."

"Likewise." Even though he was the one who was seriously injured, An Yu's face was even worse than his. She stiffened her neck and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"How could Mr. Xu, or rather my boss, be so kind? His subordinates' values ​​have all gone from the back alleys of Jiangbei to the national highway, yet he still wholeheartedly protects her. Keep protecting her, she'll hit the jackpot sooner or later."

He knew why An Yu was in such a hurry.

He was originally going to get involved in this matter.

He should have been angry at such a barbaric and rude woman.

But Xu Gongzi couldn't shake his chivalrous nature, so she was just glad that her face was so beautiful and charming.

Xu Xiangbai restrained his temper and explained, "It wasn't my order. You can leave now. He Jiayu was wrong in this matter. I will have her clarify and issue an apology statement. You don't need to interfere anymore."

"I will handle the matter concerning reporter Wen."

Xu Xiangbai didn't lie to her.

He actually handled it.

*

After replying to everyone's messages, Wen Jin also saw the name of a TV station leader in the missed calls.

She took a sip of water to moisten her throat, clearing away the hoarseness from just waking up, before calling back.

The other party's tone was official and polite, like a superior extending a word of condolence to a subordinate.

"This matter has been resolved. You are innocent and need not take yesterday's insults to heart. You have been wronged."

"I'm not aggrieved," Wen Jin replied politely. "It's I who caused trouble for the TV station."

"The fault doesn't lie with you. Blame Lin Zhiying and Wang Shengan for their immoral and dissolute lifestyles, which have damaged the atmosphere and reputation of our TV station."

At this point, the leader's tone clearly betrayed anger, but he immediately changed the subject:

"Although it wasn't your fault, this incident still affected you. Finance is a very serious matter, and there can be no room for error. You've been in the eye of the storm, and even though everything has been clarified, the audience's first impression of you often overlooks the content of your report and your level of professionalism."

"Instead, the first thing that comes to mind is these rumors, both true and false."

That's how public opinion works.

Journalists make a living by generating traffic, so they are inevitably swept up by traffic and public opinion.

Even though the truth has come out, Wen Jin is still at the center of this matter, and she inevitably carries negative publicity.

Such topics can easily distract the public.

This would compromise the rigor and accuracy of financial news.

Wen Jin also discerned the underlying meaning in the deputy director's words.

She cannot return to Mingjing yet.

Wen Jin could completely understand the TV station's decision, which was just right—

She also needs to rest for a while.

"I understand."

The deputy director sighed, somewhat regretfully, "You are now a pillar of Mingjing TV. Whether Mingjing's ratings can be stabilized after you leave is another matter. We also really don't want to get this outcome, but that news was liked by He Jiayu, and the spread was too wide. This kind of influence is beyond our control."

"Come back after the hype dies down."