Chapter 39 – The Simp Is Forcibly Loved by the Overbearing CEO 39

The personal accounts that the media released had been used to attack countless celebrities online, and among them was even Jing Xiyu, who was supposedly Yan Qianqian’s best friend. A year ago, Jing Xiyu was rumored to be having an affair with a married man. These accounts had flooded her Weibo, Instagram, and various forums, ultimately leading to Jing Xiyu’s retirement from the entertainment industry. At the time, Yan Qianqian had been publicly supporting her best friend on shows and on Weibo. Who would have thought that she was two-faced, supporting her friend to her face while secretly hiring paid commenters to slander her?

And Yan Qianqian’s most ferocious fans weren’t even her real fans, but people she had paid, all so that whenever news about her appeared, this group of “loyal fans” could be at the forefront, steering the narrative! This level of manipulation was truly off the charts!

[Wow, this is a once-in-a-lifetime sight. Not only is Bitch Yan a good actress, but she’s also a master of public opinion warfare. I’m not impressed by much, but I’m impressed by you!]

[Good riddance! It’s about time they cracked down on the toxic culture online!]

[My god, I’ve only ever seen so-called lawyer’s letters before. This is the first time I’ve seen such swift action. All these disgusting keyboard warriors actually got arrested. It’s so satisfying.]

[Damn, one piece of gossip is juicier than the last. I’m waiting for Drama Queen Yan’s public apology video. Let’s see how she plays the victim this time.]

[So, there are risks to being a fan, and you need to be careful with your comments. I’m once again calling on fans to be rational and not end up like these idiots, chasing stars all the way to a prison cell.]

[What’s wrong with her? Paying people to slander others on a massive scale. What kind of grudge would make you do that? Yan Qianqian must be crazy!]

[Ding! Vicious Ghost’s resentment has decreased by 10. Current resentment: 39.]

Now, after her series of schemes were exposed, Yan Qianqian had become universally hated online. In this battle, she had lost both her reputation and her money. Because her image had collapsed, all her projects were canceled. Not only was she forced to retire from the entertainment industry, but she also had to face a huge amount in liquidated damages. She and Shuang Yu had now reached a point of no return!

To this, Shuang Yu expressed that he did not care, he wasn’t afraid at all! He had just sent Yan Qianqian to the detention center when he received a call from his disreputable friends. Here we go. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as Shuang Yu answered the phone.

“Brother Yu, what have you been up to lately? You haven’t been hanging out with us.” The caller’s name was Zhong Hui. In both of the original owner’s lifetimes, he was the one who had given him the aphrodisiac, and he was also one of the main conspirators who had worked with Yan Qianqian to swallow up the Bai family’s assets.

This man had some skills. He used to work for a big shot, acting as security and a hired thug. Later, he found a channel and made a lot of money selling drugs in major nightclubs. Like Yan Qianqian, he was someone who would do whatever it took to achieve his goals. The original owner was just one of his targets. Shuang Yu had been deliberately ignoring him, just to force his hand. If he didn’t make a move, how would he have the opportunity to deal with him?

“You know my family’s got a big project recently. My dad’s been forcing me to learn how to run the business all day. I barely have time to sleep, let alone go out and have fun,” Shuang Yu complained, mimicking the original owner’s tone.

“Come out and join us tonight? It’s my little brother’s birthday. I’ve got some special entertainment lined up, I guarantee you’ll have so much fun you’ll forget to go home,” Zhong Hui coaxed.

“Alright, send me the address. I’ll be there in a bit.” Hanging up the phone, a cold smile crossed Shuang Yu’s lips.

Yan Qianqian, oh Yan Qianqian, you’re already being re-educated in jail, yet you still haven’t forgotten to cause trouble. You’re that desperate to test whether I’ve been reborn? Fine, I’ll grant your little wish.

Changing out of his loungewear, Shuang Yu drove to Zhong Hui’s club. The moment he drove out of the villa, the person monitoring him immediately followed in their car. They tailed him all the way, and after confirming that he had entered the Night Banquet, they dialed Feng Yan’s number. Anyone in City A knew what kind of place the Night Banquet was. It was a den of extravagance for the rich. As long as you had money, you could have any kind of fun you wanted. Even if you accidentally played someone to death or disabled them, there would be someone to clean up your mess.

When Feng Yan found out that Shuang Yu had gone to the Night Banquet, his nerves instantly tensed. Not long after Shuang Yu entered the private room, someone immediately gave the waiter a large sum of money, not only finding out which room he was in but also bribing the person to fly a fly-sized camera drone into the room while delivering drinks. Shuang Yu arrived a little late. By the time he got there, the group of people inside was already in a frenzy. Seeing him, Zhong Hui pushed away the young woman kneeling on the floor with her skirt hiked up to her waist, quickly zipped up his pants, stood up, and was about to put an arm around him.

Shuang Yu frowned slightly and dodged, his eyes filled with disgust. The latter froze for a moment, then gave an embarrassed smile and wiped his wet hand on his back.

“Hey, Brother Yu.” His underlings greeted him with mischievous laughter.

Shuang Yu couldn’t be bothered with them and went straight to the head seat. “Brother, have a smoke.” Zhong Hui sat down next to him and took a cigarette from the pack to offer him.

“It’s not laced, is it? You know I never touch that stuff,” Shuang Yu asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“We’ve been friends for years, how could I harm you? Don’t worry, this is pure tobacco, definitely no marijuana added,” the latter chuckled helplessly, vouching with his own integrity.

Only then did he take it with confidence, letting Zhong Hui light it for him as he held it in his mouth. Shuang Yu took a deep drag and slowly exhaled. His long, jade-like fingers held the cigarette, his posture elegant yet wildly unrestrained. His sharp profile, seen through the faint smoke, appeared even more handsome and profound. It was a simple action, but when he did it, it inexplicably carried a trace of charm rarely seen in men. This charm wasn’t the effeminate kind, but one wrapped in heroic spirit, laziness, and decadence, yet still sexy. This kind of soul-stirring allure came from his very bones. It was something the previous original owner never had.

Zhong Hui’s gaze deepened in an instant. He keenly sensed that Bai Shuangyu had changed. Although he had no such inclinations, he found himself a little moved at this moment. A dark glint flashed in his eyes. Zhong Hui was now completely certain that Shuang Yu had been with a man. Only after being ‘developed’ by someone who knew what they were doing would he unconsciously reveal such a seductive charm. Tonight… could he also take this opportunity to have a good taste? A lustful thought arose in his heart, but Zhong Hui showed no sign of it on his face.

He raised his hand and beckoned a young woman over. “This girl is clean, hasn’t been trained yet. I found her according to your preferences, Brother Yu. Am I sincere enough for you?”

Shuang Yu looked up and saw that the girl bore a striking resemblance to Yan Qianqian. Was this… a deliberate attempt to ruin his appetite?!

“Are you living under a rock? Don’t you know she and I had a falling out? Are you doing this just to piss me off?” Shuang Yu slapped Zhong Hui on the back of the head.

The originally lively private room fell silent because of his slap and angry shout. The others held their breath, looking at Zhong Hui with sympathy. You fucking bastard, I give you some face and you really think you’re the boss? Having lost face in front of his underlings, Zhong Hui suppressed his dissatisfaction and forced a smile. “I just knew you never got a taste, and I was afraid you’d regret it. It’s my fault, my fault. I’ll make it up to you.”