Old Xu didn't take the person back to Haiyan, but instead drove to Tiansheng. The lobby was bustling with people, and everyone saw the president with a dark face and his wife standing there in a daze.
No one dared to look twice; everyone kept their heads down, busy with their work.
Actually, the company's gossip group had already analyzed the trending topics on Weibo several times, and there were all sorts of opinions.
What? It's true what they say: a phoenix rising from the ashes, a country bumpkin, a hidden ailment of the poor class, and they say it all.
A few people suggested there might be other inside stories, but such voices could not withstand the overwhelming malice.
When the secretaries in the open-plan office area on the top floor saw the president and his wife come up, none of them bothered to look up. It wasn't until all three of them had followed them into the office that they began to whisper among themselves.
In the office, Pei Jing watched the couple from the side. For the first time, he felt that President Fu's angry face was worse than his usual direct cursing. It was really agonizing.
Fu Siming stared intently at Song Xingyao, but addressed Pei Jing instead, "Where is Song Ping?"
On the way there, Pei Jing had already reported that it was Song Ping who found a marketing account to release the news.
At first, the man had some reservations, after all, offending Fu Siming for the sake of traffic was not a smart thing to do, but Song Ping said that as long as it was published, he would be given a reward of 100,000 yuan, and in the end he could not resist the temptation.
Moreover, there's already so much gossip online these days. Everyone's just after traffic, so who cares whether the news is true or not?
But when Pei Jing found him, he realized he had made a huge mistake and messed with the wrong person.
"Mr. Fu, Song Ping has sent people to look for him, but there's still no news. They found out he owes a lot of money to the underworld, so he's probably in hiding."
When Song Xingyao heard that he wanted to find Song Ping, she interrupted their conversation and told them what she had been thinking: "This incident probably wasn't caused by Song Ping himself. He's a coward. He called me last time asking for 1 million, but I blocked him. I think at most he'll come to confront me, but he wouldn't risk offending you and going to fight to the death just for money."
Fu Siming caught the key point in her words: "He contacted you? Why didn't you tell me?"
With a hint of resentment in her voice, Song Xingyao went along with his words and explained, "He only called me once, and then I blocked him. He didn't contact me for a while. So I didn't bring it up."
He nodded and continued to instruct Pei Jing, "Keep sending people to search, and then release some of the information we've gathered."
"As for that old man today, have someone investigate his family."
Song Xingyao was completely confused. What was this about the information she had gathered before, or the old man's family? She had originally wanted to ask Fu Siming to release the old man.
After all, someone of his age would be implicated if something happened to him.
But after hearing his words, he realized that things were probably not as simple as he thought, so he didn't say anything.
Pei Jing respectfully agreed and left, leaving only the two of them in the office.
Fu Siming also put away his dark expression and looked at her with some helplessness, "Look at you, you've only been out for a short time and you've already gotten into trouble again. I think I'll have to tie you to my body."
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Song Xingyao was speechless and a little aggrieved.
He walked up to Song Xingyao, took her hand, and his clothes were still stained with ink that had splashed on them during the chaos, leaving some glaring marks.
Now he finally understood what Qiao Yiyang meant when she confidently stated that Wu Mu's jump was not an accident. How could she possibly encounter everything?
He pulled her into his arms, trying to push away all the wild thoughts in her mind.
"Don't think about it anymore, trust me," the man kneeling in front of her said softly.
Song Xingyao felt even more wronged, and a sour feeling welled up in her nose.
Pei Jing was very efficient because Song Xingyao quickly found out what the information was online—it turned out to be photos of Song Xingyao working during her university days!
She looked at the man at the desk in surprise, feeling that he was truly unfathomable, and she didn't even know when she had collected these materials.
The press release stated that Song Xingyao had to work to earn her tuition and living expenses after graduating from high school, and there was also corroboration from neighbors that Song's family asked her to help out at the store during her vacation. They even dug up old posts about Song Ping getting drunk and causing trouble at her school.
Online opinion quickly shifted in another direction, with people saying: The Song family are real bloodsuckers; they have no ability but still adopt children from orphanages and pretend to be good people.
On the contrary, Song Xingyao's independence and strength began to receive more positive feedback.
Someone posted her rankings and ID photos from various competitions she participated in during her university years, and even posted screenshots of her work-study program and her excellent grades, as well as her scholarship awards for many years.
There were also people who claimed to be Song Xingyao's "classmates" without knowing whether it was true or not, trying to ride the wave of popularity, and telling their stories in a very convincing way.
Song Xingyao never liked using social media, but the public outcry this time was so strong that she became curious about what people online were saying.
But now, seeing both the good and the bad comments, she suddenly realized that her previous decision not to use social media was absolutely correct. In just one hour, public opinion had shifted dramatically.
At this moment, Song Xingyao truly had a completely new understanding of the man's abilities.
Catching her intense gaze, he found it somewhat amusing. "Why are you looking at me like that? Is it pretty?"
"Yes, it looks good."
Just like the first time she came to Tiansheng, she said the exact same words, only now, there was no one else in his eyes, only herself in his dark pupils.
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