episode 79
Monday evening, 7:00 PM.
It is the most leisurely time for people after get off work.
"Top Female Star Sacrifices Infant: The Dark Blood Chain Behind a Corrupt Children's Hospital"—This explosive news, once released, instantly ignited the peaceful nights of China and Thailand like a giant depth charge.
The short title reveals a wealth of information: top female stars, evil magic industry chain, black magic, fetuses, black-hearted children's hospitals... Just reading this title is enough to make onlookers' imaginations run wild, their minds automatically conjuring up earth-shattering and unpredictable horror stories.
In addition, what shocked netizens was that well-known online self-media bloggers such as "Male Servant Gossip Agency," the authoritative newspaper "Jinshi Times," and all the video websites and browsers under the internet giant YunTu were writing, disseminating, and pushing this shocking news and related evidence.
Of course, the most surprising thing is that the person at the center of the topic is Cheng Qianyu, who is famous all over Asia and has always had a good image!
Coupled with the graphic photos of fetuses and the tragic conditions of imprisoned pregnant women, these factors quickly sparked a tsunami of anger and intense discussion among netizens.
I can't believe my eyes! Is this even human?!
[Because of reading too fast...]
My God, those pregnant women are so pitiful.
How dare she do that? Huh? Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?
I told you long ago that you can't trust a celebrity's public persona.
Wow, this is a serious attack! This news is clearly organized and premeditated.
【Cheng Qianyu? Huh? Cheng Qianyu? I always thought she was pretty, damn it.】
[There are videos, photos, and audio recordings; I'm just watching to see how Cheng Qianyu's maids wash things (doge)]
[The male maid is really something! He actually recorded her conversation with the shaman in Thailand. That unusual angle...did he record it from the rooftop?]
[Yun Tu did do something decent; it wasn't for nothing that the male servant spoke up for Mo Shilin last time.]
[Won't the relevant departments step in and do something about this?! This unscrupulous hospital is really outrageous!]
[What era are we living in? People still believe in Buddhist amulets. The nine-year compulsory education system has a long way to go.]
[A crime? This is utterly inhumane!]
[@Municipal Public Security Bureau]
*
After a night of fermentation, Cheng Qianyu and the capital behind her had already taken action to deal with the situation.
The next day, He Xun's face was naturally spread across the entire internet and was once again posted on the dark web with a bounty on his head.
Fortunately, thanks to the transmigration into the book, not much of He Xun's personal information was exposed—because it was impossible to find any information about him. In addition, with the efforts of Yun Tu, very few photos of him were leaked.
But just one picture was enough to cause a sensation and allow everyone to see his exquisite, porcelain-doll-like appearance.
[Sorry, but... the male servant's face is just too handsome... hahaha.]
[So the male servant's real name is He Xun! It sounds so nice, I'm so touched!]
[I knew people with beautiful hands would be good-looking too (drooling)]
Please don't spread this around! What if the blogger gets hurt?
[You can take a look at the photos discreetly for now; you can appreciate them after this whole mess has died down!]
I'm speechless. Yuntu is doing everything she can to help suppress the photos, but some people are just relentlessly uploading them...
How can there be such a perfect person in this damn world? Righteous and handsome, oh my god, this is my ideal type.
Am I the only one who's shipping He Xun and Mo Shilin again?
[Upstairs! You're not the only one! I was totally shipping them last time too; these two look like a couple just by looking at them!]
[...]
Faced with all sorts of comments and heated debates from netizens, He Xun, as always, didn't take them to heart, only keeping an eye on the direction of public opinion in the news.
During this time, paparazzi Song Liuguang called him and asked, "Brother Xun, it's only been a few days, how come you're being hunted down again?" Su Yaojia, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, also sent him a text message to greet him amidst her busy schedule following her idol's activities.
He Xun replied to each of them, assuring them that he was still safe, before throwing his phone onto the bed.
His laptop had run out of battery after a night of hard work, so he took the data cable to charge it before moving to the window to get some fresh air.
The bright red roses in the back garden had withered in the cold weather, and camellias in pink and white had taken their place. The petals were mixed in with the thin snow, like light pink blush on snow-white skin, or like a large, flat, tender pink peach skin stretched out.
He Xun rested his chin on his hand, his bony elbow against the windowsill, and sighed heavily as he gazed at the beautiful pink and white scene before him.
This relationship is...
This collaboration is a good one.
He who negotiated the settlement—lost his freedom.
He has lost his freedom.
They have completely lost their freedom.
Mo Shilin placed him under house arrest. Ever since he returned from meeting with Yan Bitong yesterday morning, she has not allowed him to leave the house. She has also added hundreds of bodyguards to the villa and replaced all the windows and doors of the villa with double-layered bulletproof and privacy-proof glass overnight. It's almost as if she's going to lock him inside. Fortunately, Mo Shilin is not that heartless and has temporarily allowed him to move around inside.
However, this only applies to indoor spaces.
As soon as he stepped outside, Mo Shilin's informants, who had been placed inside the villa, would report to him. In addition, Aunt Mu was also ordered by Mo Shilin to keep a close watch on him.
Damn it! They treat us like prison guards!
He Xun was practically going crazy with pent-up desire; who knows how much he wanted to sneak out and check on Cheng Qianyu! Knowing your enemy is the key to victory!
After gazing out the window for a moment, overcome with longing, he decided to go out and try his luck.
Without hesitation, he quickly changed into the uniform and ordinary male servant uniform, put his phone in his pocket, put on a mask, and then ruffled his smooth black hair into a mess, looking completely different from his usual neat and capable appearance.
With a simple disguise, he evaded the watchful eyes inside the villa and slipped straight out the back door.
Unexpectedly, he was apprehended on the spot by three or four tall, burly bodyguards in suits as soon as he stepped down the stairs.
The bodyguard captain, with the biggest muscles, strode over immediately. He wore sunglasses on his resolute square face, had headphones on his ears, and his chest muscles looked like they were about to burst out of his white shirt.
He stood calmly before He Xun, and before He Xun could try to bluff his way out, he opened his mouth first: "Hello, Mr. He, let me introduce myself. I am—oh, my name is not important. You just need to know that I went to a martial arts school to learn Sanda when I was eight years old. After graduating, I went to Thailand to fight Muay Thai for ten years, three of which were underground boxing matches. I have exceptionally rich fighting experience."
He Xun's lips twitched slightly: "What are you trying to say?"
The bodyguard captain smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "Mr. Mo said that if you were to fight with us, we would bring you to justice without killing you, and we would not show you any mercy. If we cripple you, he would take care of you. So, if you want to leave, please think twice."
Then, he paused slightly, as if recalling Mo Shilin's original words, and said, "Of course, if you want to spar with us, we would be happy to accompany you in the courtyard of the villa, provided that you are willing to face one of us alone against a hundred of us."
one person.
VS.
One hundred people.
Is there no justice left?!
Is there no law anymore?!
He Xun was so anxious that he held up one finger, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.
The bodyguard captain immediately added, "Almost all of us come from underground boxing matches."
"......"
"ha!"
"Ha ha!"
"Hahaha!"
The bodyguards all stared at He Xun as if he were a ghost.
A few seconds later—
Enraged by his impotence, He Xun slammed his fist into the innocent wall, then left with a harsh remark, his face expressionless: "Please tell Mo Shilin that he won't live past tonight. I will definitely shoot him."
After saying that, he obediently returned to his hut with a cold face.
*
Yuntu, top-floor conference room.
Mo Shilin, who was about to be executed, was sitting with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, listening to the heated debate between various shareholders and senior executives in the conference room.
—This group of people has been arguing since this morning.
On one side are his trusted senior executives who have followed him since the beginning of his business.
On one side are the shareholders who only want to maintain Yuntu's stock price to protect their own status and interests.
His confidants supported his decision to protect him, while the shareholders vehemently opposed it for the sake of money.
The two sides argued fiercely, their words flying everywhere, as if they were rolling up their sleeves, taking off their suits, and learning to fight like Ming Dynasty officials.
"Mr. Mo! Don't blame me for being blunt, but is it really necessary for you to sacrifice the interests of most of Yuntu employees for a pretty boy? What good does it do you to protect him like this? Do you know that so many listed companies are laughing at us right now?"
"Hmph! Now the online public opinion is starting to steer your relationship in a direction that can't be seen in the light of day. You may not care about your reputation, but we do."
"Mr. Mo, you can't just abandon the company in a fit of anger for a woman, can you? He's just a man—"
In a formal setting, one shouldn't be too explicit, but everyone can understand that the person's subtext is "just for fun."
Mo Shilin finally opened his eyes at this moment. He glanced over, a half-smile on his face: "Who told you I was just playing around?"
The man glared at him and retorted loudly, "Do you really intend to marry him?!"
"That's true." Mo Shilin casually tossed out a bombshell, but changed the subject before everyone could explode. "But I don't want to talk about personal matters in the workplace. Now I just want to ask you all one question: can't you even handle this much pressure?"
Logically speaking, this statement should have a hint of PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics, but Mo Shilin remained unfazed, fully demonstrating his ruthless businessman nature in order to achieve his goal.
He casually toyed with a pen, his handsome face calm and composed. "If you can't even withstand this little bit of wind and rain, how can you be shareholders? It's normal for companies to encounter risks; there's no need for you to make such a fuss."
Upon hearing this, the shareholders nearly suffered heart attacks on the spot.
Several of the older men even pulled out nitroglycerin pills from their pockets.
Encountering risks is commonplace?
Making a fuss over nothing?
You're saying that it's a small matter for the CEO of a listed company to spend huge sums of money and make enemies with numerous other listed companies just for a gigolo?
Heavenly Bodhisattva!
The group, used to putting on airs, were momentarily speechless at Mo Shilin's sudden, blatant, and shameless behavior. After a long while, someone finally managed to choke out in a fit of rage, "Mr. Mo! If you continue down this path, don't blame us for withdrawing our investment!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Shilin sneered and suddenly stood up.
The oppressive aura was so strong that everyone's expression froze.
His well-defined knuckles gripped the table, his sharp eyes fixed on the shareholder who had just spoken. "According to company law, once a shareholder has completed their capital contribution, that money automatically becomes the company's property, no longer the shareholder's personal property. Do you think you're an old man depositing money in a bank?! Depositing whenever you want and not depositing whenever you want?! Banks can't possibly use your assets to make loans. I'm making money for you now! And you still want to withdraw your investment?"
He rarely swears, and the number of times he does so in private is countable on one hand, let alone in the workplace.
Even if someone immediately understood the ambiguity in his words, they wouldn't dare to utter a sound under such circumstances.
That's exactly the effect I wanted.
Amidst the astonished and fearful gazes of the crowd, a ruthless glint suddenly flashed in Mo Shilin's narrow eyes, but his expression remained a half-smile. His voice deepened, and he tapped the table with his finger as he surveyed the entire room: "Of course, I can't stop you if you insist on withdrawing your investment, but I still want to inform everyone that if I can take Yuntu from nothing to where it is today, then I can do it a second time."
The boldness of the first generation of entrepreneurs is indeed awe-inspiring.
That look in his eyes wasn't saying "Go ahead, everyone," it was clearly saying, "If you dare to invest in any of these companies, I'll destroy them."
The arrogant shareholder who had just spoken out suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and fell silent, shrinking into a quail on the spot, wishing he could just disappear.
In the deathly silence, Mo Shilin scanned the entire room for the second time.
No one dared to object anymore.
At this moment, a smile appeared on his cold face, and his attitude softened, returning to his usual gentle and gentlemanly demeanor. "Ladies and gentlemen, YunTu was founded with the aim of becoming a conscientious and socially responsible internet company. As a pioneer and leader in the internet industry, YunTu is determined to take the first correct action in this incident."
He understood the principle of giving a slap and then a sweet treat, and continued with a smile: "Dear shareholders, I understand that without you, there would be no Yuntu today. I am also very grateful for your discerning eye in choosing Yuntu. Therefore, I have reason to believe that you will be able to overcome the difficulties together with Yuntu and build a conscientious, clean, and socially responsible company."
At this point—
A heated morning meeting, with everyone red in the face and necks bulging, ended in such a "harmonious and perfect" state.
Mo Shilin was the first to walk out of the conference room and beckoned to the public relations director.
The PR director quickly jogged to catch up.
"Are you saying that online opinions are leading my relationship with him in a shady direction?"
Mo Shilin's face had turned cold, and he impatiently tugged at his tie.
The public relations director dared not provoke him, and quickly said respectfully, "It seems that your relationship with Mr. He is being misinterpreted."
"for example?"
"Ahem, for example, Mr. He is your...you's kept lover or something like that."
Mo Shilin scoffed, unconvinced: "Then let's issue a formal announcement and directly declare my relationship with him—no, my fiancé relationship."
After saying that, ignoring the PR director's jaw-dropping expression, he turned to his assistant and instructed, "Li Mu, call the key personnel from the marketing department, operations department, and PR department to my office."
"Okay, Mr. Mo."
"Have any other internet companies expressed interest in cooperation since yesterday?"
"......"
*
When Mo Shilin emerged from Yuntu again, it was already 1:30 AM.
He drove home by himself, got out of the car but didn't go in immediately. He stood outside and smoked two cigarettes before going inside.
He casually ripped off the tie that had been binding him all day and headed straight upstairs, thinking that He Xun should already be asleep at this time, so he wouldn't disturb him. But as soon as he stepped onto the first flight of stairs, he couldn't bear not seeing the other person all day. After a quick wash, he turned around and headed towards He Xun's room on the first floor.
He raised an eyebrow as soon as his hand touched the doorknob.
The door wasn't locked.
Was it specially reserved for him?
A quick glance inside revealed He Xun sitting at the table, propping his arms up and dozing off with his thin back hunched over.
The other person's eyelashes trembled, their breathing was shallow, and their expression was serene. Under the glow of the desk lamp, they looked like a breathing doll.
Mo Shilin's breath hitched. He stared at her for a long while before quietly closing the door, then went over and picked her up by the waist, carrying her to the bed.
He Xun wasn't in a deep sleep to begin with, and he immediately opened his eyes upon feeling the familiar scent and body temperature.
He casually put his arm around Mo Shilin's shoulder, his voice hoarse: "You're back? Why are you so late?"
Mo Shilin carried him to the bed, but didn't speak immediately. He simply buried his head in the crook of Mo Shilin's neck and after a while, he replied with a faint "Mmm".
He Xun frowned, noticing the obvious weariness on the man's face, and asked, "You've been smoking? Are you in a bad mood?"
"You have a really good nose. I washed my hands five times and brushed my teeth before I came in." Mo Shilin scoffed, reached out and flicked his nose, then got up. "Did the smell bother you? I'll go take a shower first."
He Xun immediately grabbed his arm, her almond-shaped eyes fixed intently on him, as if filled with water. "No, you should rest for a while."
They were talking about shooting the other person during the day, but now they can't even bear to let the other person walk to take a shower.
Mo Shilin reached out and stroked the back of his neck, his eyes deep: "Okay, then I'll listen to you, husband."
As she spoke, she leaned down and kissed He Xun's lips.
He Xun closed his eyes and obediently let him do whatever he wanted.
After the kiss, both of them were aroused and their breathing became rapid.
He Xun studied the man for a few seconds in the darkness, then tentatively asked, "Shall we do it?"
Mo Shilin remained silent for a few seconds, then pressed his lower lip with an ambiguous gesture, refusing: "Let's do it another day."
Having tested him, He Xun looked at him calmly and said, "You must be very tired today. The investors and shareholders have been putting pressure on you."
He was very perceptive; the second half of his sentence was almost spoken in a declarative tone.
But Mo Shilin didn't want He Xun to feel any psychological burden. He quickly gave a wicked smile, raised an eyebrow, and changed the subject: "Not sleepy? Then let's do some pre-sleep exercise?"
As he spoke, he slipped his right hand under He Xun's clothes and skillfully touched his two sensitive spots.
He Xun grabbed his wrist, said nothing, but frowned and stared up at him.
Mo Shilin paused, slowly withdrew his hand, and instead bit He Xun's earlobe, whispering, "What? You really want to shoot me?"
He Xun remained silent.
"......"
Helpless, Mo Shilin could only simplify, "They did say a few words at the morning meeting, but it's nothing serious, don't worry."
Unexpectedly, the other person pushed him away and straightened his back.
Mo Shilin was stunned.
He Xun smiled at him, her sharp little tiger teeth peeking out playfully, but her tone was eerily calm: "Do you want to know why I've wanted to be a reporter since I was little?"
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