Chapter 94: Memoirs of the Mad Genius and Madwoman
After a passionate night of work, and with the assistance of Fu's public opinion department, Wen Yao managed to extricate herself from the scandal.
However, the controversy persists, and public opinion has shifted from questioning her sexual orientation to questioning her mental state.
Wen Yao didn't care. This was the world of a melodramatic novel. The fact that the crazy characters in the book questioned her mental state only proved that she was normal.
With the confidence that she was the only one who was awake while everyone else was crazy, Wen Yao drifted off to sleep.
Before going to bed, I saw that Lehaha issued a clarification statement and directly sued several of the most vocal marketing accounts, without even bothering with the usual scare tactics of sending a lawyer's letter.
This perfectly matches Lu Yile's own style of doing things.
When Wen Yao woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. She thought the heat of the incident would have died down, but Fu Yan was still on the front page.
#Fu Group's Daughter#
A bright red "explosive" sign appeared next to the entry, indicating that Fu Yan had publicly revealed her identity.
Ah, Fu Yan has revealed her identity?
Wen Yao realized that, given Fu Yan's snail-like slow thinking, her previous willingness to accept resources from her family was already a significant improvement.
What triggered this reaction?
Wen Yao contacted Fu Yan with great interest, only to be bombarded with a series of complaints.
"Ha, why did I think of revealing my identity?"
Fu Yan had probably not slept all night; her voice was tired and hoarse, yet it also revealed an eerie spirit.
"My stupid ex-boyfriend somehow found out about the news on Weibo and insisted on getting involved."
“He said he wronged me back then, which caused my sexual orientation to change and I no longer trust men.”
"Pfft!" Wen Yao couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Second sister-in-law!" Fu Yan's voice was plaintive.
Wen Yao quickly covered her mouth, "Ah, sorry, please continue, I promise I won't laugh anymore."
Fu Yan sighed, "He's a fairly well-known director, and posting something like this just pushed the trending topics up again."
Wen Yao was full of doubt. "But didn't I clarify things later?"
Fu Yan should also move on from this scandal.
“You probably went to sleep after that,” Fu Yan said through gritted teeth, and Wen Yao could even hear her grinding her teeth. “Some of the haters are starting to think that I’m a sycophant.”
"He only loves to cling to the coattails of rich men and women."
"Anyone believe that?" Wen Yao asked in astonishment.
Fu Yan: "They dug up a photo from when my older brother came to pick me up during college, I don't know where it came from."
She even attributed my breakup with my ex-boyfriend to his materialism.
Fu Yan gagged. "No one knows why we broke up, but doesn't that scumbag know?"
"He actually had the nerve to call me and ask if I was really a snob."
"He said he's financially independent now, could I go back and give him a chance?"
Wen Yao frowned as she listened. She said that this world is a giant Cainiao Station, filled with both large and small items.
“I realize I was wrong,” Fu Yan said coldly. “I was just too polite, which is why this scumbag kept disgusting me.”
"I simply released the story of catching him in bed with his lover back then, and revealed my identity when the news was at its peak."
"Sure enough, the world is quiet now."
A hint of helplessness flashed in Wen Yao's clear eyes. Look at what she's done to the child.
Now it's Fu Yan (the dark version).
Compared to a rich heiress, Fu Yan's personality is closer to that of an ordinary student; she cares about her image, likes to reason, and is a bit of a bully at home.
She's pampered at home, and while she's not exactly timid and submissive outside, she's also polite and easy to get along with.
But kindness and gentleness are not reserved for scumbags. Xiaoyan finally realized that all you need to do when dealing with scumbags is to strike hard.
Wen Yao and Lu Yile originally planned to stay at the resort for a week, but because of this incident, Lu Yile couldn't wait to go home and deal with the "family member" who was dragging them down.
They stayed in the neighboring province for a total of four days, giving her scumbag father and illegitimate brother some breathing room.
Back in S City, the two said goodbye and parted ways. Wen Yao watched Lu Yile's hurried figure disappear into the distance, a line echoing in her mind:
The hunt has begun.
Wen Yao shrugged. "Tell me, why did you guys provoke Sister Lele?"
Is living like this, with my body constantly aching?
Sure enough, a few days later, Wen Yao heard from Fu Jinzhi that Lu Yile's scumbag father and younger brother had "accidentally" fallen down the stairs and both had casts on their wrists.
After returning home this time, Wen Yao felt that her experience of transmigrating into a book was too exciting, and her creative desire exploded.
So she consulted with all the parties involved and prepared to write a novel, which she named "Memoirs of the Mad Man and Mad Woman".
Of course, artistic modifications and processing are necessary in order to avoid disrupting one's life.
I'll post it anonymously later.
That day, Wen Yao was typing away at her computer, typing 200 words in a flash, then deleting 150 in the next instant.
After a busy day, I worked like a tiger, only to find that the word count was 2,500.
"Ah, what a truly exhilarating creative experience!" Wen Yao exclaimed.
8848: [Luckily, the host doesn't make a living by writing novels.]
Wen Yao puffed out her chest, her face full of pride: "Yes, as excellent as I am."
"If I devoted myself to writing novels, how many people would lose their jobs to me?"
"I am kind."
8848's mechanical voice was sarcastic: [If the host were a full-time novelist, there would be no need for the world's consciousness to suppress him; he could simply starve himself to death.]
Wen Yao slammed her hand on the table: "What does a mere system know about the construction of human spiritual civilization? I'm talking to a brick wall!"
While she was having a mental battle with 8848, she prepared to go to the garden for some fresh air.
Her eyes need the soothing green color to prevent them from becoming nearsighted.
She glanced out the window and saw an unfamiliar car parked at the gate.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, I saw two people wearing hats and masks take a large cardboard box out of the back seat of the car and throw it at the entrance of the villa.
Wen Yao's eyebrows are knotted, what's going on?
Is this poisoning or bombing?
Without thinking twice, Wen Yao used her lightning-fast legs to dash towards the villa entrance.
Wang Ma, who was listening to an audiobook while cleaning in the lobby, felt a gust of wind blow past her.
She scratched her head, looking around in confusion, "I'm getting old, my hearing isn't what it used to be!"
How could I hear footsteps when no one was passing by?
Although Wen Yao was very fast, by the time she got downstairs, the unfamiliar car had already driven away.
All that could be seen at the entrance was a large cardboard box, which looked to be about 70 or 80 centimeters wide and more than a meter high.
As Wen Yao approached the door, she hesitated. What if it really was something bad?
She looked around and found the gardener's shovel used to turn the soil in the yard, which she gripped tightly in her hand.
Then, through the large iron gate, he gently poked the cardboard box with a shovel.
The cardboard box moved.
"Holy crap, a living thing?!" Wen Yao gasped.
The cardboard box wobbled again, and the top was slowly lifted, revealing a little boy in a suit and bow tie standing up.
Fluffy hair, round eyes, fair and tender skin...
Wen Yao's ahoge (cowlick) practically formed a question mark in confusion: "One way?"
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