Minister Yu took the order and retreated with his body hunched.
Su Yao's subordinates are quite efficient.
The next morning, the news of Su Group's investment in Fu Group, along with Miss Su Yao's praises of "crazy for love" and "deep affection and loyalty", swept across all media channels.
Those articles were full of praise for Su Yao's "sincerity" between the lines, and emphasized how the Su family "generously donated" to help the "former" company of Jiang Tingchen's "old love" Ning Nanxue.
As a result, the wind direction completely changed. Many people began to praise Su Yao for her responsibility and affection.
Immediately afterwards, the spotlight naturally turned to another key figure in the incident - Fu Chen.
At the entrance of the Fu Group building, reporters swarmed in like flies to honey, blocking Fu Chen who had just come out of the building.
"Mr. Fu! What do you think of Miss Su's move this time?"
"Mr. Fu, can Su's funds solve Fu's urgent needs?"
"People say Miss Su did this for Mr. Jiang. What do you want to say?"
The flash lights were so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and they wanted to stuff the microphone directly into Fu Chen's mouth.
Fu Chen was already furious about the company's affairs, and Su Yao's self-righteous "help in time of need" made him even more irritated. Now surrounded by reporters, his face turned ashen.
He pushed away a microphone that was about to hit his face and said in a voice as cold as ice: "No comment!"
"Mr. Fu, just say a few words!"
"Everyone wants to know the current situation of the Fu family!"
Fu Chen was about to force his way out when the phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune moment. He picked it up with a frown. It was Xu Zhiru.
"Ah Chen," Xu Zhiru's voice sounded a little timid, "I saw the news... a lot of reporters surrounded you, are you okay?"
"I won't die." Fu Chen said in an aggressive tone, trying hard to suppress his anger.
"Ah Chen, don't be angry." Xu Zhiru said softly on the other end, "Miss Su also wants to help... But, what they asked is actually not entirely unreasonable. After all, this money is invested in Nan Xue's previous company, and it's normal for everyone to want to know her attitude. It's not a good thing for you to keep stopping her like this, otherwise..."
She paused, her voice lowered. "Why don't you tell the reporters that you're the one in charge of the company now, and Nanxue is resting at home and has no responsibility for the company's affairs. Let them ask Nanxue herself? That way, they won't keep pestering you, and everyone's curiosity will be satisfied, right?"
Fu Chen stopped moving. Xu Zhiru's idea made him think about something.
He glanced at the group of reporters who refused to leave, and thought of Su Yao's smug look and Ning Nanxue's indifferent attitude, and an indescribable anger rose up.
Let the reporter go to Ning Nanxue? Okay, he also wanted to see what kind of face Ning Nanxue would put on in response to Su Yao's "generous gift".
He made a vague "hmm" sound into the phone and hung up.
Fu Chen pushed aside the people who were surrounding him and said coldly to the reporters who were still pestering him, "I am currently fully responsible for the management of Fu Corporation. As for Ms. Ning Nanxue, she is not currently involved in the company's affairs. If you want to know what she thinks, go ask her yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he no longer looked at the reporters, and with the security guards clearing the way, he quickly got into his car.
The reporters looked at each other for a few seconds, and then as if they had received some signal, they exchanged glances quickly.
"Go to where Ning Nanxue lives!"
"Hurry up! Go grab the news!"
The crowd dispersed and rushed towards Ning Nanxue's apartment with a common goal.
For a moment, reporters gathered downstairs of the high-end apartment building, which was originally relatively quiet.
All media outlets aimed their cameras at the apartment gate, forcing security guards to set up a cordon.
In the apartment, the TV in the living room was playing the midday news, and on the screen was the scene of reporters surrounding Fu Chen downstairs of the Fu family building, as well as his last few words.
Jiang Tingchen stared at Fu Chen's expressionless face on the screen, and then saw the screen cut to the live footage of his house surrounded by reporters downstairs, his face darkened.
He picked up the remote control and turned off the TV with a click, and the living room suddenly became quiet.
"Fu Chen really brought the reporters here." Jiang Tingchen's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. "How could he not know what Su Yao was up to? He really dared to cooperate!"
Ning Nanxue sat on the sofa, holding a cup of warm water. Her expression didn't change much, but her eyes were a little deeper.
She put down the water cup, walked to the window, gently opened a corner of the curtain, and looked at the dark crowd and the flashing lights downstairs.
"How could he not know?" Ning Nanxue spoke in a flat voice, without any emotion. "Su Yao wants to see me laugh, and Fu Chen probably wants to see it too."
She turned around and met Jiang Tingchen's gaze: "Or maybe he just wanted to throw this hot potato to me."
"Xue'er," Jiang Tingchen walked up to her and held her hand, his palm dry and warm. "Don't worry about them. I'll ask Lao Zhang to clear them out. You don't need to bother with this kind of boring trick."
Ning Nanxue shook his hand with her backhand and shook her head gently: "No, Tingchen."
She looked up at him, her eyes clear: "Su Yao spent so much effort, throwing money and shouting, didn't she just want to hear my expression of gratitude? She kicked the ball to my feet, I can't let her watch the fun alone on the sidelines."
Jiang Tingchen frowned: "What do you want to do?"
"Nothing." Ning Nanxue's lips curled up slightly, making it hard to tell. "Doesn't she want to know how I feel about accepting this 'gift'? Doesn't she want everyone in the city to see what I've done for you, Jiang Tingchen?"
She let go of Jiang Tingchen's hand and turned to walk towards the door: "The reporters are blocking my door, I have to give them something to report, otherwise, it would seem that I am too ungrateful."
"Xue'er!" Jiang Tingchen followed.
Ning Nanxue turned around and gave him a reassuring look: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass myself. Su Yao wants to play this game, so I'll play with her. Let's see who will hit the foot of this ball in the end."
She straightened her collar and opened the door.
The security guard outside the door was a little surprised to see her come out.
Ning Nanxue ordered: "Get ready, I'm going downstairs to meet those journalist friends."
She turned and went back to the house, and Jiang Tingchen followed her with a look of disapproval on his face.
Ning Nanxue didn't look at him. She walked to the mirror in the entrance hall, took out eye drops from her bag, quickly dropped two drops, blinked, and her eyes quickly turned red.
"Xue'er..." Jiang Tingchen's voice was a little low.
"Don't worry," Ning Nanxue turned around, a look of vulnerability already on her face, "I know my limits."
Without another word, she opened the door to the apartment.
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