At this moment, Song Yuli gently bit her lower lip, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a look of panic flickered in her wet, peach-blossom eyes. Coupled with her flushed cheeks, she looked so pitiful that one couldn't help but want to pity her and to ravage her.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and Nangong Yu's eyes narrowed as a strange impulse welled up inside him.

His sharp gaze gradually deepened as Nangong Yu stared intently at Song Yuli's red lips, drawing ever closer and closer to her.

Just as Nangong Yu was about to touch Song Yuli's red lips, the door to the room was rudely kicked open from the outside.

A dozen or so reporters, carrying long lenses and microphones, rushed in.

When they saw Nangong Yu, dressed in a bathrobe, pinning a woman against the wall, their eyes lit up instantly, and they all raised their cameras and video cameras to take pictures of the two of them.

At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: they had to grab tomorrow's headlines.

"Mr. Nan, what is your relationship with this woman? Is she your girlfriend?"

"Mr. Nan, we have received information that you have seduced and sexually assaulted underage girls. Is this true?"

"Mr. Nan, could you please give me a direct answer?"

"Mr. Nan..."

Upon seeing the dozen or so reporters who suddenly appeared, Song Yuli's face turned pale instantly. Without thinking, she threw herself into Nangong Yu's arms.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: she absolutely could not let those reporters photograph her face, otherwise, her life would be ruined.

The blinding flashes of the cameras gave Nangong Yu a headache. He frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed, and an impatient look flashed in his deep eyes.

Looking down at the petite woman who had thrown herself into his arms, for reasons unknown, Nangong Yu reached out and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, while his other hand casually stroked her hair, protecting her in his embrace.

Actually, when he saw these reporters, he was suspicious of her. However, when he saw the astonishment in her eyes and the obvious panic in them, he was certain that these reporters had nothing to do with her.

He didn't know why, but he just believed her.

Noticing Nangong Yu's touch, Song Yuli bit her lip, her whole body stiffening. Just then, Nangong Yu spoke.

"Who gave you the audacity to come and dig up my news?!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, but his tone was as cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

Those extremely sharp eagle eyes were equally cold.

At this moment, the imposing and oppressive aura emanating from Nangong Yu made Song Yuli somewhat afraid.

The reporters who were pressing for answers were taken aback by this, and they all thought of a newspaper in the capital city, and a sense of retreat arose in their hearts.

I remember last year, a well-known newspaper in the capital reported on the scandalous affair between Nangong Yu and a popular young model. The very next day, the newspaper declared bankruptcy, and the young model disappeared from public view.

Therefore, since then, there has been very little news about Nangong Yu online. It's not that they don't want to dig into it, but that they dare not.

Even if they had news about Nangong Yu, they suppressed it all and dared not publish it, for fear that they might offend the crown prince of the capital with any word and then declare bankruptcy.

And they were originally a newspaper that was on the verge of bankruptcy.