My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady-Chapter 550: How about Huanya goes bankrupt?

Situ Jue’s wrist carried an aggression and satisfaction as he recounted the details of the incident, explaining it clearly and attaching irrefutable evidence; every aspect was considered thoroughly.

The official statement lasted only a few minutes, yet the whole internet nearly collapsed, Diyang’s release, a sure mark of quality.

Onlookers on the internet revelled in their gossip, eagerly anticipating more juicy scandals from Diyang.

Yuran casually flipped through her phone while Bo Yan also received a call from Xi Nian, and seeing that both parents were busy, Zhizhi went upstairs to wash up on his own.

Bo Yan grabbed him by the collar, "Sweetheart, where are you going?"

Zhizhi turned around looking helpless and pitiable, gazing at Bo Yan who was holding his collar, his face the picture of obedience, "Daddy, Zhizhi is going to take a bath."

"Can you do it by yourself?"

Zhizhi nodded firmly, his little face full of self-reliance and capability.

Bo Yan let go of him and caressed his head gently, "Be careful, if you can’t manage, call Daddy."

"I can."

"Tsk..." Bo Yan chuckled, "Alright."

Zhizhi felt embarrassed by Bo Yan’s sudden laugh, in reality, it was only in the past two days that he had firmly decided to wash up by himself, after negotiating with Bo Yan for a long time.

Bo Yan had asked why he insisted on doing it himself, pointing out that he was still young and didn’t need to be so sensible.

Zhizhi looked at him seriously, "Because I want to be more independent, so Daddy can have time to go to work."

For the first time, Bo Yan felt self-doubt; what kind of bad message had his not working sent to his son? Did his son feel guilty?

But Zhizhi’s explanation was that he didn’t want to hold up Daddy’s work.

At a loss for words.

Watching Zhizhi go upstairs, Bo Yan casually answered the call from Xi Nian.

"Did you have the Diyang people release Xi Gu’s story?"

This was undoubtedly a boost to his reputation, Huanya’s shareholders, in the upcoming performance-based agreements, would lean towards him. A notorious figure in charge won’t win anyone’s favor.

Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking briefly over Yuran’s face as she looked over, and he smiled, "Don’t flatter yourself, it was just a coincidence, exactly what you desired, don’t overinterpret it."

However, the truth was indeed so.

He wasn’t one to meddle that much.

Xi Nian didn’t care about such denigrative comments; the current trend was the best support for him, "Whether sincere or not, facing this outcome, I’m satisfied; it wouldn’t be too much to say thank you."

Bo Yan narrowed his eyes, "Fine, if things go your way, you’d be thrown out of Huanya, after being oppressed for so many years, it wouldn’t be unjust."

"Your words are really unpleasant."

"Do I need your liking?" Bo Yan retorted sarcastically.

Xi Nian paused, at a loss for words, and changed the subject, "Your artist is now at the Xi Family’s house in Shangcheng Garden, wouldn’t you like to send someone over to visit?"

"You can’t handle it yourself?"

"You are the one who can’t." Xi Nian’s face darkened, "Exclusive breaking news, not interested?"

"Dressing up exploitation so righteously, do you really think you’re my in-law now?"

Xi Nian: "That’s an undeniable fact."

Bo Yan, "So I think the people of the Xi Family are quite detestable. The weather is nice; how about making Huanya go bankrupt?"

Xi Nian took a deep breath, feeling somewhat unwilling to continue the conversation with Bo Yan. Such a person was really loathsome, completely disagreeable in every aspect.

Bo Yan completely ignored the other’s silence and mood, continuing to ridicule, "I’ll give you a number; you can take care of it yourself. You know what to do, of course. The public opinion will be handled by my people. You just need to leak the photos. You know perfectly well how to do it without exposing yourself. None of us are kind-hearted people. Now that I’m letting you pretend to be kind-hearted, can you do it?"

Xi Nian could not argue and smiled, "Indeed, I can’t do it. I understand what you mean."

"Done."

"Taking advantage of the situation?" Bo Yan hung up the phone, and Yuran watched her with a smile that was not quite a smile. The mobile phone in her hand was still on the trending search page, where the scandal between Xie Lingling and Xi Gu was wildly spreading online, as if seen with one’s own eyes, discussed in great detail.

From the two’s first encounter to these scandalous affairs, Mo Yue was practically a screenwriter.

It was said so convincingly that she almost believed it herself.

However, based on some information she currently had, at least sixty percent of these statements were correct. She became somewhat curious about this netizen.

Hearing this, Bo Yan pulled Yuran into his embrace, "Strike the iron while it’s hot; that’s very normal. Baby, you know this clearly."

"I never thought you and Xi Nian would have such a harmonious day of cooperation."

Harmonious?

Bo Yan raised his eyebrow slightly with a hint of a smirk. Where did the little thing in his arms see harmony between him and Xi Nian?

But since she said it was harmonious, then let it be harmonious.

He wrapped his arms around Yuran and walked to the living room sofa, completely forgetting about his son who had gone to take a bath and whether he might accidentally slip. Instead, he whispered a kiss next to Yuran’s ear, "Baby, come, let’s watch a good show. I’m going to see to it that Xi Gu’s greatness is strangled in its cradle, and of course, ’Miss Rose’ will also lose its chance to premiere.

After so many years, your experiences, it’s about time to settle accounts. As for the Xi Family..."

He was certain that Xi Nian would not give the Xi Family a good ending, including that lofty, completely dismissive patriarch.

The words ’good show’ inexplicably made Yuran hear a sinister tone. She looked at Bo Yan’s tightened jawline, which was very sleek and firm, in puzzlement.

"What exactly did you and Xi Nian talk about just now?"

"You’ll know when you see."

...

Shangcheng Garden.

Watching the nearly collapsing Xie Lingling in front of him, Xi Gu was not without sympathy, but more than that, he was irritated. His story with Xie Lingling could lead to many issues. If Xie Lingling turned against him, he had too many weaknesses in Xie Lingling’s hands, and inviting Xie Lingling over was merely an attempt to temporarily stabilize her.

But now.

Seeing Xie Lingling’s eyes full of hatred and revulsion, he was very displeased, extremely displeased.

Why should she look at him with such eyes, hate him?

"Stop crying."

Xi Gu harshly tugged at his hair, with a voice full of loathing resonating in the living room, "You come here and have been wailing for a long time, with your eyes not looking like eyes, and your nose not like a nose. What exactly do you want?"

"Xi Gu, have you been plotting against me from the start, only aiming to push me forward as a shield to cover your shame? Now that it’s been revealed, are you ready to push me out to take the heat for you? I thought that you at least had some feelings for me, but the harsh reality just slapped me in the face. You never took me seriously."

Xi Gu’s expression was calm, but his eyes were fiercely grim, "I don’t know what nonsense you’re spouting. Haven’t I treated you well enough? Xie Lingling, what have you achieved today, and who gave it to you? You want to use your gratitude as leverage for what? Speak out; let me have an eye-opener."

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