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    On the way back, Bai Rong looked at Shuang Yu, wanting to say something but hesitating.

    “Dad, don’t ask. Him and me… it was just an accident. Just treat it like a one-night stand.” Not knowing how to explain, Shuang Yu simply told him not to ask.

    The latter sighed and finally voiced his thoughts. “I really never thought you were… that way… but even if you are, I won’t object. I’m getting old and won’t be around to accompany you for many more years. As long as you’re happy and someone loves you on my behalf, that’s enough. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for the company or for me. You can’t take money with you when you die. If the growth of Nianmeng Construction requires your sacrifice, I’d rather close the company right now. The money I’ve earned is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life.”

    They came to a red light. Shuang Yu stopped the car, shifted to neutral, and leaned over to give Bai Rong a hug.

    “Thank you, Dad.”

    “Silly boy, we’re father and son. What’s there to thank me for?” Bai Rong said with a smile, patting his back.

    Shuang Yu wasn’t sure if Feng Yan would let it go just like that. He had thought it through clearly. If he really pushed him, the worst-case scenario was selling the company and taking Bai Rong abroad to live. He wouldn’t be staying in this world for too long anyway. Once Bai Rong passed away, he would leave. His time was limited, and he didn’t plan on wasting it on outsiders.

    [Lord Ghost Messenger, you’re too cold. Actually… Feng Yan is quite good to you. He may not understand love, but Xiao Ai thinks he loves you.] Xiao Ai suddenly popped up.

    Cold? Shuang Yu shook his head. “For three hundred years, I’ve guided countless souls and seen too many spirits trapped by love and affection. When a person dies, their ties are severed. No matter how earth-shattering their love was, after a bowl of Meng Po’s soup, no one remembers anyone. You can’t be a Ghost Messenger if you’re emotional. I’m just… more clear-headed than others.”

    Since there would be no result, why waste time? Once the great god returned to his place, he would probably forget even his own name. The gods of the Immortal Realm were far more rational and clear-headed than a Ghost Messenger like him. Seeing that Shuang Yu had spoken so definitively, Xiao Ai knew better than to persuade him further. It was an Arrest System, not a Love Cupid System. As long as the original host could eliminate the Vicious Ghost’s resentment, it had no right to meddle in matters that even the Yama King wouldn’t manage.

    Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar. Following Yan Qianqian’s hiring of paid commenters, which led to her fans turning their vitriol on Shuang Yu, the post he had made himself was quickly noticed by her fans. As ferocious brain-dead fans, they naturally wouldn’t let this opportunity slip. In just one day, Shuang Yu was torn to shreds online. If he had been any less resilient, he might have considered suicide due to the cyberbullying.

    Just as the brain-dead fans were happily spewing their venom, the little nurse posted her clarifying statement. Shuang Yu, while confronting Feng Yan and his family in the restaurant, had secretly used his powers to push the post to the top of the trending topics. In her Weibo post, the little nurse passionately detailed Yan Qianqian’s dirty deeds, calling her a white lotus and a green tea bitch for playing the innocent victim after framing someone. Besides explaining the current incident, the nurse also revealed that Yan Qianqian was unfilial, rarely visiting her mother. In the six months her mother had been at the hospital, she had visited no more than three times.

    Unsurprisingly, the little nurse’s Weibo post was quickly swarmed by the brain-dead fans. Of the tens of thousands of comments, two-thirds were filled with curses.

    [This idiot must be a paid commenter hired by Bai the simp. She’s really good at twisting the facts.]

    [Haters, back off! Who the hell is Bai the simp? Does he even need our Qianqian to deal with him?]

    [Heh, just because you have a mouth and a pair of hands, you dare to call yourself a witness? If you’re so great, what do we need the police, lawyers, and prosecutors for?]

    [Our Qianqian has been in the industry for three years and has never had a single scandal. Her character can withstand any test. This is obviously Bai the simp causing trouble out of hatred born from unrequited love. Get the hell out!]

    [If Qianqian is unfilial, then there are probably no filial sons or daughters in this world. She’s busy earning money and doing charity work every day, where would she find the time to visit? We fans understand her.]

    Besides the angry rants from the brain-dead fans, there were also comments from onlookers, who were clearly much more rational than those who believed in “eternal life through faith in Yan Qianqian.”

    [The little nurse even uploaded her work ID, so it’s probably not fake. Everyone knows celebrities are good at crafting public personas. Who knows what their true faces are like behind the scenes? I have a feeling there’s more evidence to come!]

    [I seriously suspect a certain green tea bitch is directing and acting in her own drama. I’ve disliked her since her debut. She’s always playing the victim to gain sympathy, making it seem like she’s the only one in the world who grew up in a single-parent home and has had the most miserable life.]

    [Didn’t she reveal on a show before that her mother’s illness is incurable and she’s just waiting to die? If she really has so little time left with her, why isn’t she by her mother’s side? She’s earned quite a bit of money over the years. Whether she’s truly filial or just faking it is obvious.]

    [Wow, shamelessness knows no bounds. The moment she saw Young Master Bai find a new love, she couldn’t sit still and started causing trouble. Give it up, you green tea bitch, Young Master Bai belongs to our President Feng!]

    Shuang Yu skimmed through the comments, a slight smile playing on his lips. This provocation was quite effective; more and more people were starting to doubt Yan Qianqian’s character. He decided to strike while the iron was hot and give them another big scoop, letting them get the evidence they were asking for. He quickly posted the video of Yan Qianqian berating Chen Dongyun in the stairwell online. Prepared to let the bullets fly for a while, Shuang Yu went into the bathroom to take a shower.

    ***

    On the FI Building’s rooftop, a woman’s shrill scream pierced the air.

    “H-help…” Sheng Xiaojing’s throat was being crushed by Feng Yan, whose eyes were bloodshot. Half of her body was already hanging over the edge.

    Not long after she had returned home, she received a call from Feng Yan, saying he would be waiting for her on the rooftop of the FI Building. She had thought he had come to his senses and eagerly dressed up to meet him. She never expected to be greeted not by Feng Yan’s remorse, but by… his fury.

    “If you throw someone from here, they’ll surely be smashed to pieces, with no intact corpse left, right? Cheng Hang.” Feng Yan’s lips curved into a bewitching smile as he lazily asked Cheng Hang, who was standing beside him.

    “Yes, President Feng. There is no chance of survival,” Cheng Hang replied solemnly, pushing up his black-framed glasses.

    From a hundred-story building, it would be a miracle if anyone survived. “I remember, Xiao Jing, you like red? That’s great. Your white dress can be dyed red for free, with a complimentary side of splattered brains.” Feng Yan looked at her bloodless face, a smile that was both stunningly beautiful and bone-chillingly cold gracing his features.

    There was no longer any infatuation in Sheng Xiaojing’s eyes, only endless terror. Her previous fan filter had been too thick; she had always seen him as a male god. When others cursed him as a demon or a madman, she had scoffed. Now, she finally saw her male god’s true face. He was no flower on a high peak; he was a man-eating flower that devoured people without spitting out the bones! Love? Don’t be ridiculous. Her life was on the line, to hell with love. If she were given another chance, she would definitely stay far, far away from him.

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