Chapter 549 The person who broke the news
Chi Wenyan had been standing behind her without her knowing. He only glanced at the screen, and the air pressure around him dropped to an alarmingly low level.
"Wen Yan..." Ji Wan's voice trembled uncontrollably. "How did the person who leaked the information know about this? This matter..."
This is the most terrifying part: an enemy hiding in the shadows, using your deepest secrets as weapons, ready to strike you deadly when you're least prepared.
"I know." Chi Wenyan held her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head. His voice was steady and firm, with unquestionable courage, "Leave this matter to me."
He lowered his eyes, and a trace of violent murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Want to play a propaganda war? He will let them know what it means to be truly overwhelming and what it means to dig your own grave.
Chi Wenyan put down his phone, and the aura that could freeze people into ice subsided slightly. He turned back to the bed and pulled Ji Wan into his arms again, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a rare treasure.
"I've already told them." His voice was low and close to Ji Wan's ear, like the ending note of a cello, with the power to soothe people's hearts.
Ji Wan was still immersed in the shock and coldness of being pierced by the deepest secret. She raised her eyes, her eyes full of bloodshot and confusion: "But... who is it?"
"Don't worry, I'll investigate the person behind this." Chi Wenyan answered firmly. His slender fingers gently stroked Ji Wan's cheek, wiping away the moisture that had seeped from the corners of her eyes. "There are only a few people who know Nian Nian's life story. There's a traitor among us."
He spoke in a calm tone, as calm as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him, but Ji Wan could hear a hint of the calm before the storm.
This man was really angry.
Office of the President of Chi Group.
The assistant was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He usually looked more gentle than anyone else. At this moment, he was sitting upright, with codes and information pouring out like waterfalls on the three computer screens in front of him.
He hung up Chi Wenyan's call and dialed the internal lines of the group's legal department and information security department without hesitation.
"Initiate a Level 1 response," the assistant said, pushing up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the cold light of the screen. His tone was emotionless. "President's order. Thoroughly investigate all media and personal accounts that have reposted more than 500 times and caused adverse effects in this public opinion incident. Give them ten minutes to delete the post, issue a public apology, and then deactivate the account. If they haven't dealt with it in ten minutes, we'll send a lawyer's letter and sue them until they're bankrupt."
"Also," he paused, lowering his voice even more, "check all of Zhao Xiyue's communication records and financial transactions over the past six months. I want to know who's behind this."
"Understood." The answer from the other end of the phone was equally clear and concise.
A war without the smoke of gunpowder broke out instantly in an invisible place.
Those marketing account managers who were still smug about getting "exclusive news" the previous second received "greetings" from different channels the next second.
Some received official warnings of account suspension from the platform, some received termination calls from their partners, and the blogger who jumped the most excitedly and called himself "the insider gossip" even received a direct call from someone who claimed to be from the "Chi Group President's Office."
The other person's tone was polite and appropriate, but the words he said made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
"... Either you immediately delete the post, apologize, declare all content is fabricated, and then disappear forever. Or, we will make you and your company disappear together."
The "inside pickpocket" held the phone, his hands shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
After so many years in the underworld, this was the first time he felt what true fear was. It wasn't a threat, it was a notice.
He didn't even dare to wait until the ten-minute deadline. He logged into the backend tremblingly, deleted all the masterpieces he had just published, and then used all his life's knowledge to write a tearful apology letter.
The statement is as follows:
I, "Insider Pappa," hereby offer my deepest apologies to Ms. Ji Wan and Mr. Chi Wenyan. All the content previously published about Ms. Ji Wan was fabricated by me for attention. The photos were photoshopped, and the revelations were fabricated. I am not a human being, worse than pigs and dogs. I feel guilty towards society and my parents! I hereby swear to permanently quit the internet, cancel all my accounts, and from now on, I will practice vegetarianism and chant Buddhist scriptures. I will pray for Ms. Ji Wan and beg everyone to forgive me.
As soon as this apology letter came out, the Internet exploded instantly.
Immediately afterwards, the dozen or so marketing accounts that had followed suit and forwarded the message, as if they had discussed it beforehand, lined up and issued "suicidal" apology statements with similar content in a tone even more miserable than mourning.
The netizens who were indignant on their keyboards a second ago and scolded Ji Wan as a "vicious stepmother" were now all stunned by this 180-degree reversal.
"??? What's going on? I just sharpened my sword and prepared to go to the battlefield, and your commander surrendered?"
"Are we all possessed? The way the apology letter was written, someone who didn't know would think he was kidnapped and there was a gun pointed at his head."
"Holy crap, is this PR speed rocketing? He's able to make these money-obsessed marketing accounts castrate themselves en masse. Ji Wan's husband must be someone with a lot of background. Is this money power, or is it superpowers?"
The direction of public opinion suddenly reversed in a more violent and strange way than when it came.
Zhao Xiyue shook the scarlet liquid in the cup. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa, there were the lights of thousands of homes in the city.
She looked at the ridiculous scene on her mobile phone screen where marketing accounts lined up to kowtow and confess their guilt, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of her lips.
Chi Wenyan's methods are still as simple and crude as ever, and as effective as ever.
But so what?
He can silence the marketing accounts, but can he also silence the public opinion? He can suppress the initial wave of turmoil with money, but what if the reason for the turmoil is not money, but "justice"?
Zhao Xiyue took a sip of red wine, the astringent taste of tannins melted on the tip of her tongue, and her eyes were full of calculation.
She felt that the time was right and it was time for her to step in personally and give Ji Wan the most fatal "care".
The phone was dialed and it rang a few times before it was connected.
"Hello, Xiao Wan?" Zhao Xiyue's voice instantly switched to a gentle and worried tone, with just the right amount of urgency. "Are you okay? I just saw the news online. Those people are really going too far. Don't take it to heart. President Chi has already handled it, right?"
On the other end of the phone, Ji Wan's voice sounded a little tired and hoarse: "Well, I'm fine, thank you, Xiyue."
In the background of her voice, she could faintly hear the uncomfortable groaning of a child.
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