645: Chapter 634 645: Chapter 634 Lacking the support of Liu Dabai’s navy, those who supported Su Linglong disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few who were ignorant of the truth to firmly support her.
At this moment, Su Linglong, with a look of terror on her face, was lying on her bed.
In front of her was a laptop.
She had prepared this morning to emerge as the victim after seeing the inflammatory post by Liu Dabai.
For this, she had even applied some makeup.
Things had developed just as she expected—ever since that piece of news had been exposed, her phone was nearly exploding with calls.
What news agencies pursued was timeliness; getting the latest information from the story’s subject was key to a successful news piece.
If you’re just republishing, you’re already far behind.
The explosive news immediately caught the attention of many media outlets.
Everyone was astute, and thus they all tried to call Su Linglong, hoping to understand the matter further.
Su Linglong also knew some rules of the entertainment circle: since she was the victim, it was best to say nothing at first.
She only occasionally leaked some information to a few journalists and sent them a few photos, waiting until the story reached its climax.
That would be when she made her move for the best effect.
Everything was going according to plan.
Liu Dabai had left her bed this morning, vowing that by evening she would surely be famous.
So, Su Linglong stayed diligently in her room all day, closely following the online news.
But as time passed, their opponents seemed to have their own army online, starting a struggle against hers.
Until just now, when she couldn’t get through to Liu Dabai’s phone and learned from his newspaper that he had been arrested!
How could Su Linglong, who felt somewhat guilty, not be scared?!!
By the time the post titled “This year I’m thirty-five” was pinned, Su Linglong knew her side had fallen apart.
She became infamous, but with a full load of curses.
The news media she had originally contacted were now out of reach.
Scrolling through her phone, Su Linglong tried number after number to seek help, but no one was willing to lend her support.
One kind-hearted editor revealed to her that orders had come from above: either speak for Song Yun or remain neutral; support for Su Linglong was not allowed!
Like a body devoid of bones, Su Linglong slumped onto her bed.
Soon after, there was a knock on Su Linglong’s door.
“Who is it!” Su Linglong cried out in alarm.
The door kept knocking, but there was no answer.
Su Linglong clutched the blanket beside her, staring at the door banging violently, terror in her eyes.
Crack!
An axe violently chopped into the door, leaving a large gash in it.
The axe did not retract but remained wedged in the door, while the outside noise stopped.
It took a long while for Su Linglong’s breathing to return to normal.
She crept to the door and cracked it open to look around.
The hallway was empty; she breathed a sigh of relief, stepped out of her room, and turned back to look at her door, freezing instantly.
Her door had, at some point, been splashed with blood-red paint, with several skulls painted on it, and in the center of the skulls, a shiny silver axe.
Su Linglong trembled, hurriedly opened the door, ran into her room, and locked it.
“Damn, that chop you did just now was powerful,” Li Tang laughed and said to Meng Ku.
“Of course, did you see my axe stroke?
It was just the right force to leave it stuck in the door.
This stupid woman, daring to frame the boss—do you think Brother Yun will be angry that we secretly took revenge for him?” Meng Ku asked worriedly.
“He probably won’t, right?” Li Tang also was a bit unsure.
“But taking action against a woman like this, it doesn’t sound too good if it gets out, does it?” Meng Ku hesitated.
“This…
Old Meng, you chopped with the axe, and you splashed the paint.
I had nothing to do with it,” Li Tang hurriedly dissociated himself.
“Damn, that’s not very brotherly of you!
You bought the paint, and I still have the receipt.
Don’t think you can clear your name!”
“What?
You’ve been guarding against me all along?
I’m going to hit you.”
“I dodge—ouch, don’t hit me down there!”
Song Yun was still unaware that his two brothers had already avenged him.
In his view, that woman was just a small fish; he would just have her banned, and that would be the end of it.
There was nothing more to say.
When Song Yun returned to the villa, no one else was home.
He went upstairs and saw that Qingluan’s room door was still closed, which made him anxious.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Qingluan.
Song Yun thought for a while and then went out to buy some ginger and cola.
Considering she might have caught a cold from the rain, cola boiled with ginger could drive out the cold effectively.
After some effort to stew the soup, Song Yun went upstairs and knocked on Qingluan’s door.
“Qingluan?” Song Yun called softly.
“Come in,” Qingluan’s tranquil voice responded, sounding somewhat weak.
Song Yun opened the door.
Qingluan was half-reclining on her bed, holding an old book.
Her face was a bit pale, and her lips were bloodless.
Song Yun felt a sudden pang of distress and asked, “Did you catch the rain last night?”
“Yes,” Qingluan nodded.
“Then drink some soup; I stewed it for you, to dispel the cold,” Song Yun said as he sat by the bed and handed her the bowl of soup.
“Thank you,” Qingluan said with a sweet smile, taking a small sip from the bowl.
“How is it?” Song Yun inquired.
“Not bad; it’s warm,” she said, smiling as she finished the soup.
Taking the empty bowl, Song Yun said, “You need to rest up properly.
What were you doing out in the rain, especially in the middle of the night?
You weren’t off to meet a lover, were you?”
“Yeah, right~” Qingluan laughed, “just off to meet a lover~”
“Oh?
Getting bold, aren’t we?
Who is it?
Tell me—going out in the rain at night, not knowing how to cherish you,” Song Yun laughed.
“Hehe, no, nothing like that.
Last night, I just had a sudden desire to see the night scenery in the rain, so I went out for a walk,” Qingluan explained a bit bashfully.
“Well, then, you’d better recover quickly.
Without you here, even the food doesn’t taste good,” Song Yun spoke as he stood up.
“Won’t you stay a bit longer with me?” Qingluan suddenly sounded coquettish.
Song Yun paused, looked at Qingluan, but saw only calm on her face.
“Well…
okay, then maybe I’ll close the door, and we can just hang out together?” Song Yun offered with a smile.
“That’s fine.” Qingluan glanced at the door.
“You go close it.”
“Well, perhaps not.
It wouldn’t be good if they misunderstood,” Song Yun scratched his head, set the empty bowl aside, and sat down by the bed.
“Qingluan, your bed is really soft~” Song Yun and Qingluan sat side by side.
“I prefer it a bit softer,” Qingluan said, leaning slightly to rest her head on Song Yun’s shoulder.
Song Yun took Qingluan’s hand and gently massaged it.
After a while
“Don’t overexert yourself for me in the future, okay?” Song Yun sighed softly.
“I understand,” Qingluan nodded, feeling the warmth of Song Yun’s palm, and chuckled, “But no one is allowed to hurt you.”