Chapter 181 Guild Chariot
"All the evidence," Zhao Chen pointed to the projection behind him. The screen instantly switched to a dense network of IDs, screenshots, and IP tracking paths:
"It has been secured and handed over to the judicial authorities! Wait for the court summons!"
"Plop!" In the corner "viewing area", a man who held up a sign that read "Yu Ling's mistress" suddenly collapsed to the ground with his legs going limp!
"Finally," Zhao Chen's voice suddenly deepened, carrying a powerful, almost gentle tone. He turned sideways, and under countless cameras, he naturally raised Yu Ling's hand, which he had been holding tightly, to his lips and, in front of everyone, gently kissed the back of her hand.
He turned towards the camera, the eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses no longer cold, only filled with deep affection and an inviolable desire to protect:
"My wife's hands are cold. She's had enough shocks today."
"This concludes the press conference."
"Lin Feng, show the guest out."
After saying this, he no longer looked at anyone, put his arm around Yu Ling's shoulders, and strode away from the press conference table surrounded by bodyguards, amid countless flashing lights and deadly gazes.
Leaving behind the petrified crowd and the final frozen image on the projection screen—
A huge, cold-lined Shiba Inu head logo with a line of small words underneath:
"Ark of Doom - Shiba Inu Guild Legal Affairs Division: Specializing in handling all kinds of disputes and accepting international litigation."
In the corner, Zhao Lan watched Zhao Chen's back as he left, protecting Yu Ling, then looked at the murderous Shiba Inu logo on the screen. Her face turned pale as paper, and the joint book in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".
Downstairs of Xinghui Technology, the "righteous passers-by" and internet celebrities who were blocking the door and shouting yesterday are all gone.
There were several pieces of crushed printed paper scattered on the ground, with the word "mistress" smeared on them, which were swept away by the cleaner with an expressionless face.
The chairman's office on the 17th floor is sunny.
Yu Ling stared at the computer screen, a bit dazed. The curse letters in her mailbox had disappeared, and the harassing text messages had stopped.
When she searched her name online, all that popped up were the enlarged marriage certificate from Zhao Chen’s press conference and the official press release about her being the “wife of the vice president of Chenxing Group.”
"Lingzi! Check out the trending searches!" Lidya Su's video popped up, and her face turned red with excitement.
"#ZhaoChenProtectingHisWife# exploded! Comments were flooded with 'I'm dying of admiration' and 'The rich man's apron and marriage certificate are both awesome!' Those grandson accounts that scolded you yesterday are all gone! Not even a trace of them is left!"
Yu Ling clicked on the trending search, and sure enough. The pinned photo was the one from the press conference, with Zhao Chen kissing the back of her hand. The comments were filled with comments like, "Ahhh, so sweet," "This is a legal couple," and "Does Gu Qianqian's face hurt?"
"And more!" Su Xiao lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"I just hacked in... oh no, my hacker friend just found out! That crazy bitch Gu Qianqian has been forcibly placed in intensive care at Qingshan Hospital! There are two 'caregivers' guarding the door, and they're bigger than the door panels! Pinned on their chests are... Shiba Inu badges! Wow, your Zhao Chen's 'guild care' is really on point!"
Yu Ling: “…” Okay, this is very “Shiba Inu Guild”.
As he was speaking, the office door opened. Lin Wei, the company's president, walked in, documents in hand, with an unprecedented, even somewhat flattering smile on her face:
"Morning, Director Yu! Zhao Lan and her followers just submitted their resignation letters." She placed the documents on the table, her voice lowering by an octave.
"The HR department said it was for 'personal development reasons.'"
Yu Ling raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Personal development? Perhaps he was intimidated by the development path of the "Guild Legal Department"?
"Also," Lin Wei's smile widened, a little cautiously, "Chenxing Group just sent a formal letter saying that Mr. Zhao... uh, Vice President Zhao, hopes to be deeply involved in our AI chip project planning for next quarter. What do you think..."
"Follow the process," Yu Ling said calmly, but she knew exactly what was going on. What did she mean by participating in the planning? It was Zhao Chen, the great Buddha, who was personally overseeing the project for her, the "Vice President's Wife."
Lin Wei nodded repeatedly: "I understand! I understand! I'll arrange it right away!" After that, she stepped out in high heels and tiptoed out, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Lidya Su rolled his eyes in the video: "Tsk tsk, such a fast change of expression... Lingzi, you are now Niu Hulu Yu Ling!"
Yu Ling was about to reply when her cell phone dinged.
Pancake Man: "Go downstairs."
Here's a photo: Next to the understated yet imposing Rolls-Royce Phantom in the Genting Highlands garage, parked is a matte black sports car with a sci-fi look that looks like Batman's ride! A small, cool Shiba Inu logo graces the front.
Yu Ling's eyelids twitched. What was going on?
Downstairs, Zhao Chen was indeed leaning against the sci-fi sports car. He wasn't wearing a suit, just a neatly tailored dark casual outfit. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, his long legs crossed, drawing the attention of passing employees, who dared not look any further.
"What kind of car is this?" Yu Ling walked over and looked at the arrogant shape and the little Shiba Inu on the front of the car.
"A means of transportation." Zhao Chen opened the car door with a gentlemanly gesture. "This is the guild tank the Shiba Inu Guild just purchased. It performs well, and it's low-key."
Yu Ling: "..." She glanced at the "chariot," which was even more eye-catching than the phantom next to it, and then at Zhao Chen's serious face. Low-key? I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about low-key?
She got into the passenger seat. The seat felt incredibly supportive, and the interior had a futuristic feel. Zhao Chen leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. The familiar, cold breath mixed with the scent of aftershave made her heart skip a beat.
"Hold on tight." Zhao Chen's lips curled slightly as he started the car. The engine let out a deep roar, and the car instantly shot out like an arrow from a bow, giving me a strong sense of push back! The scenery outside the window quickly receded.
"Zhao Chen! Slow down!" Yu Ling held on to the handrail tightly.
"Don't worry, the Guild Chariot is incredibly safe," Zhao Chen said casually, his finger tapping a button on the steering wheel with a Shiba Inu logo on it. Soothing piano music played inside the car, and the temperature automatically adjusted to its most comfortable setting.
Yu Ling looked at the speeding street scene outside the window, then looked at the man beside her who was steering the car as if he were driving a toy car. She finally said what she had been holding back all morning: "Zhao Chen, let's talk."
"Hmm?" Zhao Chen responded, his eyes focused on the front.
"You said... you'll no longer deliberately disguise yourself," Yu Ling said, organizing her words. "Does that mean this car... this identity... will become the norm from now on?"
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