Inside Ye Chen's private suite, fragments of a tablet computer lay scattered on the expensive carpet, the wreckage of the screen reflecting his distorted face.
"Qin Xiao! It's you again, you bastard!" Ye Chen's chest heaved violently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed. Inside the room, expensive ornaments and custom-made furniture—everything within reach—had been vandalized, leaving a scene of utter chaos. A violent atmosphere permeated the air.
Online, headlines like "Ye Chen, the Scumbag of the Century," "Young Master Ye's PC Sex Recordings," "The Song Family's Son-in-Law's Chaotic Private Life," and "The Song Family's Daughter May Marry the Wrong Person" felt like red-hot irons, searing his nerves. Although the photos were edited, anyone familiar with his physique could recognize him instantly. The so-called "insider revelations" embellished his private behavior, painting vivid pictures as if they had witnessed it firsthand.
He didn't even need to think about it. Who else could be behind this kind of despicable public opinion attack but Qin Xiao, that insidious villain who was always opposing him?
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Ye Chen roared at the empty room. His so-called elite intelligence personnel had failed to detect even the slightest disturbance, leaving him in such a passive position.
He took a few deep breaths, suppressing the urge to smash everything, grabbed another encrypted phone on the table, and dialed a number directly.
The call was answered almost immediately.
"Feng Lingyi, you, right now, immediately, arrange a press conference for me!" Ye Chen's tone left no room for argument, every word carrying a chilling command. "I want to clarify! I want everyone to know that this is all slander! It's defamation! It's a frame-up!"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Feng Lingyi's voice was devoid of any emotion: "Young Master Ye, the internet is currently rife with speculation and rumors. Holding a press conference rashly might not achieve the desired effect, and could even..."
"Afraid of what?" Ye Chen interrupted her roughly, his voice hoarse with anger. "Are you a pig-brain? At a time like this, instead of holding a press conference, are you just going to sit here and wait to die, letting those lowly people revel online? I don't care what methods you use, I want to see all the mainstream media within half a day! I want that Song Zhixue, and her old fox father Song Tianxiong, to obediently stand on the stage for me!"
He paused, lowered his voice, and threatened with a lewd glint in his eyes: "You'd better handle this well. Don't forget, the cooperation between our Phoenix Perch Society and the Dragon King's Palace is not just a simple marriage contract. If you mess this up, hmph, you know the consequences."
Feng Lingyi remained calm and composed: "I understand. I will do my best to arrange it."
"Not just try my best to arrange it, it has to be done!" Ye Chen emphasized through gritted teeth, then slammed down the phone and threw it forcefully against the opposite wall with a dull thud, the screen shattering instantly. He needed to vent; he felt like he was being consumed by this nameless rage and the sudden humiliation.
Inside the secret stronghold of the Phoenix Perch Society.
Feng Lingyi put down her phone, and a hint of disgust and coldness appeared on her exquisite face, which was as beautiful as a work of art.
"Stupid, arrogant, conceited... I really don't know how those old guys in the Dragon King's Palace chose this kind of trash as their successor." She muttered to herself, her fingertips lightly tapping on another encrypted phone to dial Qin Xiao's number.
“Mr. Qin, I’ve already started setting up the stage that Ye Chen asked you to prepare for him.” Feng Lingyi’s voice carried a faint smile, indicating that she was in a good mood. “He demanded that a press conference be held within half a day, at the Global International Convention Center, and specifically requested that Song Tianxiong and Song Zhixue stand up for him to clarify the so-called ‘rumors’.”
Qin Xiao's voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a touch of his characteristic laziness: "Oh? You've already lost your temper so quickly? I thought he could hold on a little longer, at least come up with a slightly better solution."
Feng Lingyi chuckled softly, "Having hit him where it hurts so precisely, he's naturally thrown into disarray. He probably can't think of anything else but this most direct and foolish method. However, he seems quite confident that he can turn black into white. Mr. Qin, what kind of cooperation do you need from me?"
“You don’t need to do anything special,” Qin Xiao replied. “You just need to play your role as ‘Ye Chen’s fiancée’ as usual. When necessary, show some concern and support for your ‘fiancé.’ Make sure you play the part convincingly. Oh, by the way, if you can, please help me connect the live broadcast signal of the press conference to a specific anonymous channel. I’ll have Shu Rou handle the technical details with you later.”
Feng Lingyi, being exceptionally intelligent, immediately understood Qin Xiao's intention: "Mr. Qin, do you want... more people to 'appreciate' Ye Chen's brilliant performance? And also to see the Song family's attitude?"
"I suppose so." Qin Xiao's voice was devoid of much emotion. "I prepared a grand gift for him. There has to be a grand and spectacular way to make his performance worthwhile, as well as the Song family's 'strong support'."
A hint of anticipation flashed in Feng Lingyi's eyes: "I'm really looking forward to this 'gift'. Well then, let's have a pleasant collaboration."
"It's a pleasure to work with you."
2 PM, Press Conference Hall, Global International Convention Center.
Hundreds of reporters packed the area, their cameras and microphones aimed at the podium, flashes going off constantly, the air thick with anxious anticipation. Everyone wanted to know how the young master of the Dragon King Palace, at the center of this controversy, would handle this sudden media storm.
Ye Chen straightened his expensive custom-made suit, took a deep breath, and walked onto the podium surrounded by a group of stern-faced bodyguards. His face wore a carefully rehearsed expression of anger and grievance, completely unlike the violence and loss of composure he had displayed in the suite just hours earlier.
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