CHAPTER 94: SCANDAL

Everything else was negotiable, but Ye Feimo must not change his plans and give the role of Liang Hongyu to Han Bi; that was absolutely unacceptable.

The relationship between the three of them was truly complicated.

In the small elevator, everyone harbored different thoughts.

Cai Xiaojing received a call from Director Zhang, who was already urging them. As soon as the elevator arrived, Wen Nuan pulled her along and ran. "We’re doomed! I’m going to be scolded by him again today, Sister Xiaojing, you have to help me."

"Get lost! Who told you to sleep in?"

"How can you blame me? Can you blame me? Who told you not to wake me up earlier... and then I had to run into a stallion and a peacock. I need to check my horoscope before going out in the future..."

The manager and the artist bickered back and forth like this, with Wen Nuan even throwing in a double entendre to curse people. Ye Feimo pursed his lips, his expression cold and aloof, while Han Bi’s face darkened. The two of them continued running towards the parking garage. A moment later, their car sped past Ye Feimo and Han Bi, leaving them in the dust.

Han Bi no longer had the disheveled and miserable look from last night. A smugness she couldn’t hide crept into her eyes. She smiled and said, "Feimo, so you didn’t live with Wen Nuan after all. Why did you lie to me?"

Ye Feimo glanced at her coldly, a hint of mockery playing on his lips. "Han Bi, which of your eyes saw that I didn’t live with her? The clothes you’re wearing are still hers."

Han Bi’s expression changed slightly. "But, she lives on the 44th floor."

"Wen Nuan herself suggested living on the 44th floor to avoid being photographed by reporters entering and leaving the building together and creating a scandal. This is our business and has nothing to do with you. Last night, you were drunk, and Linda deliberately pushed you onto me. Han Bi, don’t think I don’t know what she’s thinking. I brought you back because the bar was closer to my place. I was tired and sleepy after a long day, and my stomach was hurting; I urgently needed medication. I have no intention of acting out a play with you, nor do I have any intention of playing this game with you. You’d better understand that," Ye Feimo said sternly, his gaze coldly fixed on Han Bi’s pale face, his voice merciless as he continued, "I’ve already called Linda to come and pick you up. Just wait for her."

He said no more, got into his car, and left, leaving Han Bi alone downstairs at the Mingcheng apartment.

Han Bi watched his departing figure, secretly vowing that she would definitely make Feimo accept her again, definitely.

He still cared about her; that meant she still had a chance.

Ye Feimo’s car had just driven a short distance when he remembered he hadn’t turned on his phone. As soon as he did, he received a call from the general manager of the media department. The general manager, a middle-aged man, reported the news of today’s scandal to Ye Feimo very seriously and formally.

Ye Feimo frowned. "What did you say?"

His tone was so severe that it startled the manager. "President Ye, what’s wrong? Didn’t you say that regarding your scandals, we could broadcast them however we wanted? And the bigger, the better? Those were your instructions."

The general manager of the media department expressed his utter innocence. He had found this matter a bit strange, which was why he was calling to report it to Ye Feimo. Normally, there was no need to report when broadcasting Ye Feimo’s scandals.

Upon hearing the content, Ye Feimo’s fist clenched, and he slammed it against the steering wheel. Damn it.

Last night, Han Bi had forcefully kissed him. He had been caught off guard, and after steadying her, he had pushed her away almost immediately. How could the entertainment reporters have captured that in such a short time?

More of these dirty tricks!

He quickly pieced together the sequence of events, silently cursing under his breath.

"Have the newspapers gone to press?"

"Yes, they’ll be printed soon and will be on the market immediately," General Manager Zhang of the media department said, his tone cheerful. "The sales today should be very good."

Ye Feimo’s subconscious urge was to recall the newspapers, but what was the point of doing so?

Even if Anning withdrew the newspapers, other media outlets would have similar ones on the market. If he withdrew Anning’s, other entertainment papers would simply publish the news. Rather than letting the sales go to others, he might as well profit himself.

Entertainment newspapers and magazines had been selling very well recently. If someone also leaked information about his and Han Bi’s past from seven years ago, it would probably spread even more fiercely.

"I understand. Also, plan the entertainment magazine section properly. Come over in the morning, and I’ll provide the materials. If this magazine doesn’t achieve the top sales for the month, you’re fired," Ye Feimo said coldly.

Profiting himself was better than benefiting others.

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand," General Manager Zhang said cautiously. Achieving the top sales for the month was too easy; Anning’s entertainment magazine was already the market leader.

Only GK International Media could compete; the rest were no match.

The Emperor of Scandals and the Queen of Scandals – quite the explosive combination.

General Manager Zhang was already anticipating what other juicy details might emerge.

As long as President Ye’s materials were sensational enough, securing the top sales was definitely not a problem.

"As for the television station, handle things as you normally would. No need to ask for my instructions," Ye Feimo paused, then added, "In the future, only the scandals of our Anning International’s rising star, Wen Nuan, need to be reported to me. Handle all other news as you see fit."

"Um... this Wen Nuan’s scandals?" General Manager Zhang felt it necessary to clarify. "Do we need to report both big and small news?"

"Yes, even what she likes to eat. Do you understand now?" Ye Feimo’s tone was very unfriendly, carrying a strong implication of "if you don’t understand, I’ll crush you."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand perfectly!"

After hanging up, Ye Feimo drove as if nothing had happened. Why would he deliberately recall the newspapers? What was the big deal? It was just another scandal.

Hadn’t he been involved in countless scandals over the years?

Han Bi was just one of them. There was no need to treat her specially. He would just consider this scandal to be with an international female star. What was so remarkable about that? He wouldn’t let public opinion dictate anything to him.

Ye Feimo coldly curled his lips.

Some people seemed to have forgotten who held the reins of public opinion.

The phone was silent for a moment, then rang again. It was Zhang Ling’s call. "President Ye, there’s a large group of entertainment reporters surrounding the Anning Building. You might need to use the special door."

"Have them removed," Ye Feimo said coldly. "Anning hasn’t broadcasted my news; what are they in such a hurry for?"

"Security is already trying to clear them, but, you know, entertainment reporters are rather..."

"Alright, I understand," Ye Feimo said coldly. As he drove through the bustling city center, outside a certain shopping mall, GK International Media’s report on his and Han Bi’s scandal was being displayed.

The photos were indeed taken very clearly, with impeccable angles.

Ye Feimo, a shrewd man, knew at a glance that this wasn’t a spontaneous ambush by reporters but a well-prepared setup.

He smiled coldly, saying nothing more.