After watching Lu Yan leave, Zhuang Yan turned around, went back into the house, and closed the door. He took his phone and called Song Lu directly, explaining the situation concisely. Worried that he hadn't explained it clearly enough, he also edited a text message and sent him several documents.
In short, there are two things: first, sue the people who spread rumors about him online; second, call the tax bureau to report the speculator's tax evasion.
After quickly reading the information he received, Song Lu said, "I didn't expect that the people spreading rumors about you were actually from the Xia family. Are they sick in the head? They've already broken off the engagement, but they still won't let you go. It was Xia Wan who wronged you, but now they're spreading rumors that you cheated on me first. They'll do anything, no matter how low they try. It makes me afraid to date or get married. I'm covered in shit, and I can't wash it off no matter what I do. It's disgusting."
"Can you win the lawsuit?"
"I've taken a look, there's plenty of evidence, so there's not much of a problem. Weren't you recording a variety show? Where did you find the time to look for this information?"
"Someone else helped me find it."
"So, is this phone yours or someone else's?"
"It belongs to someone else too."
Song Lu joked, "Let me guess, could it be that Lu Yan gave it to me?"
Zhuang Yan: "..." No, how did you guess that?
Song Lu said, "I watched your show. You and Lu Yan have been in contact the most these past few days. I'm practically becoming your CP leader."
"Stop joking around, do you even know who Lu Yan is?"
"I know, she's Xia Wan's aunt. If you ask me, she's helped you so much, you might as well just go along with her. That way, Xia Wan will have to respectfully call you 'Uncle-in-law' whenever she sees you, which will make her furious."
Zhuang Yan: "Feelings cannot be exploited..."
Song Lu: "I was just kidding, but Zhuang Yan, do you really not have any feelings for Lu Yan at all? She likes you so much, and she even participated in this show for you. She doesn't care about what you care about. If you ask me, you're overthinking it. Don't end up in a nightmare of chasing after your wife."
"Stop talking about that," Zhuang Yan interrupted him. "You help me get these two things done."
"Okay." Song Lu said helplessly, "I will take care of it for you, and I will also keep an eye on the live broadcast and speak up for you."
After finishing speaking, Zhuang Yan hung up the phone. After all, it was Lu Yan's phone, and it involved her privacy, so Zhuang Yan wouldn't look at it too much. Just as he was about to turn off the phone, a trending topic popped up.
#Lu Yanzhuang's words
He clicked on it instinctively, and it was full of insults. Some called him a scumbag, saying that he went on a date with Lu Yan to get revenge on Xia Wan, and others insulted Lu Yan...
Lu Yan was being insulted entirely because of him. These people online are even dirtier and more vicious when they insult women, calling them sluts, vixens, seductresses... the list goes on and on.
Women face a worse public opinion environment than men, and they suffer from prejudice and injustice.
Zhuang Yan's eyes burned as he saw this, and his head throbbed with pain, urging him to do something.
Lu Yan's sudden coldness towards him last night made public opinion look better; netizens said she's not blind anymore and her brain has become smarter.
But that's far from enough. To get her out of this public opinion, she must at least remain indifferent when facing him.
...
Back in her bedroom, Lu Yan was in a terrible mood, especially when she saw the glaring flowers on the table and thought of Zhuang Yan taking the flowers from Jiang Ning and holding them in his arms.
She scoffed, thinking: He was ruthless in rejecting me, but he seemed quite happy to accept flowers from his first love.
The flowers on the table had already withered by the next morning.
Even the most vibrant flowers will wither quickly if they are not properly cared for.
Lu Yan got up to take the flowers to throw away, but the director, looking at the flowers in the trash can, asked, "Why are you throwing them away?"
"It's wilted."
"If it wilts, just keep it in water and it will be fine."
"Troublesome, I don't like these lifeless flowers."
The director shook his head, saying he didn't like these lifeless flowers, but that he would be happy when Zhuang Yan gave them to him.
Or, take some time to have Zhuang Yan buy a bouquet of flowers like Jiang Ning did and share it with everyone. Then see Lu Yan's reaction, and compare it when the final cut is made. Wouldn't that be a great way to slap someone in the face?
The director thought about it more and more and felt it was a great idea.
An Xinrong got up and made breakfast today. She doesn't make complicated breakfasts. She made white porridge with white eggs, which provided carbohydrates and protein but lacked dietary fiber. She also boiled vegetables and dipped them in soy sauce. Perfect.
She was smugly waiting for everyone to taste it, and she was most looking forward to seeing Zhuang Yan's reaction after tasting it.
So while Zhuang Yan was eating his porridge, she kept staring at him and asked, "How is it? Is the breakfast I made okay?"
Isn't this just ordinary white porridge? How could it possibly taste like meat?
To encourage the child's enthusiasm, Zhuang Yan still gave high praise: "Not bad, the consistency of this porridge is just right."
He peeled another egg, and it burst open; it hadn't been cooked long enough, and the yolk wasn't cooked through.
An Xinrong looked at Zhuang Yan's hand covered in egg yolk, her toes clenching in embarrassment, and she began to make excuses for herself.
Zhuang Yan silently put down the egg in his hand, then tore off a tissue to wipe the yolk off his fingers, saying as he did so, "You're quite good at cooking soft-boiled eggs, but these are all free-range eggs from the countryside, so it's best to cook them thoroughly. Next time, set the timer for eight minutes. Overall, the breakfast you made today was excellent; if I had to describe it in one word, it would be..."
Zhuang Yan struggled to come up with the right words: "For high-end products, you're best suited to bringing out the original flavor of the ingredients with the freshest ingredients."
An Xinrong was stunned. She had no idea that An Xinrong could cook so well. This was the first time she had ever made breakfast, and she hadn't expected to receive such high praise. An Xinrong must be a genius!
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