Chapter 440 Do you dare to make a bet with me?
After returning to the manor, Nan Wan stood in the garden for a long time.
Lu Qinglin didn't dare to disturb her; he simply watched over her from under the porch.
After a long while, she turned around and walked back to him. "Qinglin, I want to know everything about him."
“I will tell you everything about him slowly.” Lu Qinglin took her cold hand in his.
“In a couple of days, I will invite Xiaoya to dinner at the Nan family’s house. When you come, bring her sample and have it tested with me.”
Lu Qinglin knew what she meant by those words; she wanted to acknowledge this younger sister as her own.
"good."
Lu Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief and put his arm around her as they walked into the house.
...
The next day, when Tang Xiaoya woke up, the bed beside her was already cold.
Yan Jin left.
There was a sticky note on the bedside table with sharp handwriting on it.
"Baby, eat your food, I'm going on a business trip for two days, wait for me to come back. Love you!"
Tang Xiaoya held the thin piece of paper tightly in her hand, her fingertips tightening slightly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She didn't dare touch her phone again.
I dare not go online.
She was afraid of seeing comments that could tear a person apart.
Finally, Tang Xiaoya took a deep breath and got up to wash up.
After she came out, she dialed Fu Yao's number, "Sister Yao, can you come pick me up? I want to go back to the film set."
Fu Yao arrived quickly and drove directly to the underground parking garage.
Upon seeing Tang Xiaoya, Fu Yao's fiery temper flared up, and he began to curse and swear.
"Those damned keyboard warriors, none of them will have a good ending when they go out!"
"Don't let me find out who's behind this, I'll make sure she rots in jail."
As Fu Yao drove, he observed Tang Xiaoya's expression through the rearview mirror.
"Xiaoya, don't take it to heart. It's nothing serious. I'll get through this with you."
"Sister Yao, I'm fine." Tang Xiaoya smiled, leaned back in her chair, and looked out the window at the rapidly receding street scene.
Back on set, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
The staff looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and sympathy.
Tang Xiaoya straightened her back, walked straight to the director, and bowed slightly.
"Director, I'm sorry for delaying everyone's schedule. Let's begin."
She acted as if nothing had happened.
They quickly got back into filming, catching up on the scenes they'd missed over the past two days.
She had to catch up with the schedule and couldn't hold the entire crew back any longer.
However, her attempt to quell the situation only fueled the online storm.
Kaka Entertainment's failure to respond directly has given haters unlimited room to attack them.
The incident continues to escalate.
Soon, someone unearthed a video of Tang Xiaoya dancing in a bar during her university years.
The video was dimly lit, and she was wearing a sexy black dance costume. It was just a simple performance, and there were six dancers in total, but she was the one who was circled.
In the mouths of haters, everything changes.
"Heh, stop pretending to be an innocent girl. Before you became famous, weren't you just a prostitute?"
"She's just a socialite; I wonder how many old men she's been with."
These sharp and sarcastic remarks mostly came from the alternate accounts that Qiao Xin registered.
Having finally caught Tang Xiaoya in a compromising situation, she was determined to make Tang Xiaoya suffer this time.
Moreover, Miss Du directly transferred a large sum of money to her, giving her a strong sense of security.
Qiao Xin immediately contacted several marketing accounts with whom she had previously good relations, and spent money to launch a massive wave of press releases.
They write whatever is most vicious, spread whatever is most filthy, without holding back at all.
The hashtag #TangXiaoyaHasAnImportantFavorite# trended on social media.
Under public pressure, Kaka Entertainment finally issued a lukewarm statement.
The legal department is collecting evidence and will prosecute all marketing accounts and individuals who maliciously attack and defame our artists.
This statement shocked some timid marketing accounts, and the posts were deleted very quickly.
But there are still some who are not afraid of death, or rather, those who have been paid to do their bidding, who continue to hold their ground and release dirt on others.
...
Yan Chen sat on the sofa, his slender fingers swiping across the tablet.
Looking at the offensive headlines and comments on the screen, his face gradually darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees.
The edge of the tablet in his hand was white from being squeezed so tightly.
The assistant stood to the side, not daring to breathe.
"That's all Kaka Entertainment released?"
Yan Chen's voice was low and emotionless, yet it sent chills down the assistant's spine.
He was referring to that bland, innocuous lawyer's letter warning.
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
"Useless." Yan Chen coldly spat out two words and casually tossed the tablet onto the sofa.
He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his back straight and cold.
"Go investigate." His voice came through the reflection in the glass, carrying an unquestionable command.
"Who's behind this?"
"Whether it's a marketing account or the people behind it, find them all."
The assistant nodded quickly.
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
"I don't want to see this garbage online anymore. Let our technology handle it."
Yan Chen turned around, his dark eyes blazing with anger.
"Damn it, how dare they bully my people?" he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with malice.
The assistant didn't dare linger and immediately turned to get to work.
Just then, Yan Chen's personal cell phone vibrated.
He picked it up and unlocked the screen.
It's a message.
[Yan Jin was urgently recalled by the old man.]
Yan Chen stared at the line of text for a few seconds, and then the tense lines on his face suddenly relaxed.
A slow, calculating smile curved his lips.
The old man couldn't hold back any longer.
The fire wasn't burning bright enough; he needed to add another bundle of firewood.
...
Outside the window of the private jet, clouds churned.
Yan Jin rested her chin on one hand, looking down at the gradually clearer outline of Los Angeles.
Los Angeles in Country A is where the Yan family rose to prominence; it is their ancestral home.
The old man has already given him the order to come back immediately.
If he didn't return, he would personally go to Qingcheng.
Yan Jin twitched the corner of his mouth; he couldn't let the old man go.
I was afraid that Xiaoya would get hurt.
Five years have passed.
Yan Jin stepped into this familiar yet unfamiliar mansion once again, the air filled with the musty scent of sandalwood.
Father Yan Nancheng sat in the armchair, expressionless, but his eyes were sharp enough to pierce through people's hearts.
"Take him to the ancestral hall." Those few cold words were devoid of any warmth.
Inside the ancestral hall, the ancestral tablets are solemnly arranged.
Yan Jin was forced to kneel heavily on the cold ground by two bodyguards.
"Tell me." Yan Nancheng's voice descended from above, carrying an undeniable authority. "You have absolutely no relationship with that actress. Everything online is just a rumor."
Yan Jin raised her head and looked directly at him, her neck taut.
"I love her."
"I want to marry her."
"She is my woman."
Every word was spoken with resounding force.
Yan Nancheng's eyelids twitched violently.
"Have you forgotten the lesson from five years ago? I will never allow you to marry a celebrity!"
“I’ve come back not to bow down to you.” Yan Jin smiled, but the smile was chilling. “I just want to tell you that I’m not going to be the heir of the Yan family anymore. Please find someone else.”
He paused, then added slowly and deliberately.
"If I can't even protect the woman I love, what's the point of being the heir?"
"Or, you can have another child with your concubine, I have no objection."
"You bastard!"
Yan Nancheng was so angry that he trembled all over. He suddenly stood up from his chair. What kind of sons did he have? One or two of them were enough to drive him crazy.
"Use family discipline!"
The butler stepped forward expressionlessly and deftly removed Yan Jin's coat.
The man was wearing only a white shirt, his broad back was straight, and his muscles were smooth and strong.
Yan Nancheng held a leather whip in his hand and lashed it down without any mercy.
"Slap! Slap!"
A crisp sound of wind breaking through the air.
The whip lashed down his broad back, but he didn't even flinch.
After a dozen or so stabs, fresh blood quickly seeped from the torn flesh, staining the white shirt red.
Yan Nancheng threw the whip on the ground, his chest heaving violently. He took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge concession.
"If you really like her, then keep her outside."
"As long as they don't step into the Yan family's door, I can turn a blind eye."
Yan Jin chuckled softly.
“Okay.” He looked up, his eyes full of mockery, “but I won’t marry anyone.”
"You must marry Du Yunshu!" Yan Nancheng's voice rose again.
Yan Jin retorted directly: "Why should we repay the debt you owe the Du family? You can marry her yourself, and give her as much property as you want. Yan Chen and I will have no objection."
"Have you lost your mind? What nonsense are you spouting!"
Yan Jin smiled, the wound on her back tearing open with the movement, the pain palpable. "Old man, are you trying to push your son into a fire pit?"
"Before Du Yunshu was brought back by the Du family, she was a socialite and had three miscarriages. Are you sure you want a woman like that to be the Yan family's daughter-in-law?"
"Do you think that one's background is more important than one's character?"
He took a USB drive out of his pocket, tossed it lightly, and then threw it at Yan Nancheng's feet.
"There's also a live performance by her in here, you can enjoy it at your leisure."
Yan Nancheng froze, unable to utter a word for a long time.
After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "If the Du family won't do, then the Si family from Yuncheng, F country."
He had already prepared a backup plan.
He was worried that Du Yunshu's appearance was too ordinary and his son wouldn't like her. But this Si Nuan is definitely a top-notch beauty.
“That girl Si Nuan manages the Si family very well, and she also has access to the world’s best new energy sources. She has always had a close cooperation with our Yan family, so she is a good candidate.”
Yan Nancheng stared at him and added another sentence.
"As long as you marry her and have a son, I won't interfere with what you do or who you want to be with after that."
Yan Jin sneered, "Do you think your son is a stud? That he'll sleep with any woman he sees?"
"I don't want anyone but Tang Xiaoya."
"You!" Yan Nancheng roared, "Back then, you also said that you wouldn't want anyone but Xia Ran! How come you've already fallen for someone else so quickly?"
Yan Jin was stunned.
The old man actually brought up old grievances with him?
"Are you addicted to breaking up couples?" he sneered. "If it weren't for your blacklisting and coercion back then, we would have been married long ago!"
"She's seducing Yan Chen while also coveting your status as the heir to the Yan family, manipulating you two brothers like puppets, and you still treat her like a treasure! I think you're blind!"
Enraged, Yan Nancheng picked up the whip from the ground and lashed him several more times.
Yan Jin gritted her teeth and remained silent.
“Actors are all heartless!” Yan Nancheng gasped for breath. “They only covet your money and status, climbing over you to get ahead! This Tang Xiaoya is the same!”
Yan Jin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained incredibly determined.
"She's different."
"She loves me for who I am."
Yan Nancheng let out a cold laugh, full of disdain.
"Don't be so naive. Shall we make a bet?"
"If I can't win her over with money, then I won't care if you stay with her in the future."
"Yes," Yan Jin replied without the slightest hesitation.
Tang Xiaoya was only after him for who he was. She didn't touch a single penny of the money he gave her. He believed that their relationship couldn't be measured in money.
Besides, after "training" her for so long, he firmly believed that she loved him deeply.
Yan Nancheng looked at his confident appearance, and the coldness in his eyes intensified.
He gave instructions to the butler.
"Go, have someone bring Tang Xiaoya back."
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