"Exactly, so annoying. No decent work at all, but always plastered all over the trending searches."
The comments continue, the number of messages increasing rapidly within minutes, with more people constantly joining in.
The climax that ensued online undoubtedly put VG back in the eye of the storm.
After two days of dealing with the rumors, Yu Ting rushed to VG early in the morning. He was now sitting in the office with a laptop in front of him, the screen filled with overinterpreted comments.
Over the course of the night, not only had Wei Qinghe been subjected to abuse, but he had also been doxxed.
Posts like "#VG Entertainment Wei Qinghe is a Rich Man’s Illegitimate Child, Mother is a Mistress#" were countless.
Which quickly stirred up the heat again.
Open any one of them, and the content inside is shocking, blatantly condemning a twenty-four-year-old man and his mother.
"Damn, it seems he really does take after his mother in sleeping his way to the top."
"Like mother, like son. The mother becomes a mistress, the son sells his body."
Even as an outsider, Yu Ting felt uncomfortable just looking at these comments. His brows were furrowed, the online discourse was becoming increasingly malicious due to others’ instigations, and he had no idea how Wei Qinghe was doing now.
Song Zhan, who was sitting across the office desk, also had a bitter look on his face and said nothing.
Being played like this over and over again would make anyone feel bad.
As Yu Ting read the comments and messages, he tapped his fingers on the desk, once, twice, three times...
His handsome features were especially intimidating due to his serious expression, his fine eyebrows raised, his lips tightly pressed together.
"What the hell is going on? Is Shen Ruchu behind all this?" Song Zhan, who had been silent for a long time, asked in frustration. He was, after all, a vigorous young man in his twenties. Having been played like this repeatedly, he felt extremely unhappy and roughly tugged at his tie.
His already stern and rugged face looked even more displeased and infuriated.
"Hmm, skilled and clear-cut, who else could it be?" Yu Ting removed his hand from the laptop, leaned back heavily on his chair, lowering the backrest considerably. The corner of his mouth raised in a defiant angle, his eyes were long and upturned, filled with a fighting spirit.
Apart from being senior executives of VG, both of them were straight A students.
Joking aside.
How could they stand for this? Absolutely not.
"I’ll handle Wei Qinghe’s situation. You’ll take care of things in the company. Don’t worry, every beginning is hard. We’ve got other projects that wouldn’t hurt us if we lose." Yu Ting placed his crossed hands on his propped-up knee, his gaze staring blankly at the desk, his face full of calculations.
"All right." Song Zhan responded, his mouth twitched, looking incredibly impatient.
Like it or not, he was the ’chief bringer of bad luck’, whose businesses always seemed to fail. To bigger extent, he was Jiang Qi’s son-in-law, the second young master of the Song family, and he had his brother, Song Yue, above him.
Damn, he had never been this wronged in his life.
"Okay."
Once the tasks were divided, Yu Ting got up to get to work. He picked up his mobile phone from the table aside and made a call to Wei Qinghe as he walked out to understand the real situation, so as to make a more appropriate announcement.
"Hello?"
"Hello... Mr. Yu."
"I’m coming to see you now."
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