Chapter 17 - Explosive Allegations
Song Zicheng hurried into the study. The email was sent by Si Dashu, in it was a web link and a sentence. “Boss, Song Zheng’s photo was exposed.”
Taking a deep breath, Song Zicheng clicked open the website, and was immediately stabbed in the eye by that scarlet, large t.i.tle.
It was an anonymous post called ‘Haijiao Community’ that had become popular when it was uploaded, and now this post had become a hot topic in the forum, stuck to the top and floating red.
‘Exposing These Years When Qiu Mingyan Was A Mistress’
The poster was a zealous insider, explaining a photo. The photo was a sneakshot of Qiu Mingyan and Song Zheng window-shopping together.
OP: The one wearing gla.s.ses in the photo is our Silver Whistle Award winner Qiu Mingyan, and that little girl is her daughter. This award winner showed everyone the image of a strong single mother, saying that she wanted to protect her child and never let anyone see her daughter, but, OP is telling you guys, the real reason why she doesn’t dare let other people see her daughter is because this girl is the proof! That! She’s! A! Mistress!
Pa.s.serby: LZSB, evaluation complete!
Distressed Eyebrow: Front row, selling melon seeds and soda!
Daming Lake’s Mama Rong: OP, hurry up and explain!
OP: I’m here, I’m here. Continuing, everyone knows that Qiu Mingyan is Xinghai Entertainment’s boss Song Zicheng’s girlfriend, since both of them have had a public relationship for several years already. Do you think that Song person would be willing to be cuckolded and raise other people’s daughter? She is precisely his daughter! During ‘93, didn’t Qiu Mingyan disappear for a period of time, saying she went to the United States to take advanced studies? It was actually to give birth to a child. The people in the circle are well aware, at that time, Xinghai Entertainment hadn’t been established yet, Song Zicheng was the movies and films supervisor for China’s national broadcasting station, and because of this matter someone had reported him, and he lost his job…
Second in the world of labor and management: I’m dizzy, what rhythm is this?
Daming Lake’s Mama Rong: In my heart thousands of gra.s.s mud horses have rushed past, OP continue.
This poster seemed to have been in the entertainment circle for many years, with the appearance of knowing everything. They had even put up the photo of Song Xiao which had made a lot of noise for the past few days, for comparison. Because the illegitimate girl matured early, she seemed just as old as Song Xiao. While Song Zicheng’s wife, who was a famous author and gold medal screenwriter, had undoubtedly died only five years ago!
After this post was published, it was quickly forwarded in multiple social network sites, and more and more various conjectures emerging. However, everyone finally understood the report about Song Xiao a few days ago. The internet was scolding people all the time. The people criticizing Song Xiao before immediately vanished without a trace, the subst.i.tution, was the criticism towards Qiu Mingyan which was several times harsher.
The internet media had just gotten more popular, which the traditional media hadn’t taken to. As the boss of an entertainment company, Song Zicheng had also attached more importance towards the traditional media, thus when this matter arose, he focused more of his energy into the entertainment newspaper. But, seeing the internet’s views and forwards, Song Zicheng finally became aware of a problem, that there was an immeasurable and terrible power hidden within the internet.
If this matter wasn’t resolved well, the whole of Xinghai Entertainment would receive a large impact. The company had just been listed, so it definitely must not be defamed!
“Xiao Si, copy the email to the public relations department and the media department. In addition, inform all department managers, tomorrow morning there will be an emergency conference at eight, there must be no absence.” Song Zicheng made several phone calls in succession, his complexion ugly.
Qiu Mingyan sat on one side, afraid to make a sound. She waited until he stopped to drink some water, only then did she quietly ask. “What happened?”
Song Zicheng ignored her.
Qiu Mingyan thought of the interview she did behind Song Zicheng’s back. It just so happened that it was being broadcasted today, could it be that Song Zicheng was unhappy because of this?
“Zicheng, the special interview was something a close girlfriend had begged me to do for a long time, I couldn’t avoid it anymore. Tony had reported it to the company.” Qiu Mingyan went over to explain.
At this, Song Zicheng lifted his eyes to look at her. “What interview?”
Song Xiao returned to his room and laid in bed to take a nap. After the sky had completely darkened, he suddenly received a call from Li Weiwei.
“Song Xiao, are you free?” Li Weiwei’s voice was still br.i.m.m.i.n.g with energy.
“I’m free.” Song Xiao laid on his stomach bleary-eyed, his voice still a little nasal.
“It’s so lively right now,” Li Weiwei said with some schadenfreude, “Ai, quick, go and watch Banana Station, it’s now broadcasting that old lady’s special interview, it seems particularly just the right flavor to match with the post on Haijiao!”
Yu Tang’s home was in the suburbs. It took a long time to pa.s.s through A city during the rush hour. Midway, he had even stopped by a French restaurant, requesting for a mousse cake.
A wide and lavish garden, it’s borders could not be seen in the darkness. The car stopped directly at the entrance, and as Yu Tang got off the car, a pink figure threw itself over.
“Gege, you’re back!” A sweet and sticky voice came from a little girl about the age of seven or eight.
Yu Tang held his sister and made her stand properly, then gave her the cake in his hands. Seeing the delicate and adorable little lady expose a smile, he couldn’t help ticking up his lips too. This was his birth sister, Yu Miao, who looked exactly the same as the Anyuan princess in his last life.
“Little sister is now leaving, and fears that there will be no return. Take care, elder brother,” The Anyuan Princess was dressed in a lavish wedding dress. In the whistling, cold wind, she bid farewell to Yu Jintang, who was sending her off, “I hope that Great Yu will be rich, powerful and peaceful. One day in the future, if elder brother can visit the Hu lands to see this little sister, she could die with no regrets.”
“Jinmiao……” Yu Jintang looked at the chief of Xiongnu afar, stretching out his neck as if he was a starving wolf awaiting meat, and pursed his lips. “Gege will certainly come and pick you up!”
Gege will come and pick you up……
However, after he ascended the throne, this exquisite little sister, had already died on the Hu lands.
The desert built on white bones, the drizzle of the region south of the Yangtze River is thousands of miles away, there were few chances to return home.
Elder brother’s promise, in the end were empty words.
“You said you’d return at eight, and now it’s exactly eight! Gege’s so amazing!” Yu Miao held the cake in one hand and pulled the hem of her brother’s jacket with the other, talking excitedly.
“What gege promised you, he will definitely do.” Yu Tang softly said as he watched that little fellow running off while still holding the cake.
Yu Miao pa.s.sed the cake over to the maid, then ran back over in a fl.u.s.tered and panicked manner. “Gege, I forgot to tell you, there are guests at home, they’re discussing things with dad in the study.”
“Young Master…” A male attendant in a black suit walked over and whispered something in Yu Tang’s ear. Yu Tang gave a slight nod, ordering the maid to watch over his little sister while she ate the cake, and was about to go upstairs, then saw Qiu Mingyan’s interview that was currently on tv.
“Your affections with Mr. Song had always been pretty good, when are you getting married?” The host asked with a smile.
“This, you’ll have to ask Mr. Song,” Qiu Mingyan smiled with a face of happiness, “He has a son, so the matter of marriage must have the child’s feelings within consideration.”
“Speaking like this, the reason for not marrying is because of the other person’s son’s resistance?”
On the program, Qiu Mingyan, exuding an appearance of not wanting to retaliate and wanting to repay with silence, spoke until she even cried.
The internet users who were watching while posting on forums were already about to puke.
Daming Lake’s Mama An: My mom ya, last night’s dinner were all puked out 【vomits】
Hot hot hot: Banana Station did this on purpose ba, broadcasting this now, hahahaha
Sc.u.mmy s.l.u.ts roll roll roll roll: Song prince was right in scolding ya! The idiots who were scolding Song gongzi, why aren’t they speaking anymore?
David is my life: Yingyingying, finally understands Song gongzi’s opinion, this f*cker calling her a concubine is already speaking highly of her! But gongzi, scolding her as a mistress is wrong, please directly hit her!
Gongzi is mighty: You all didn’t notice, Song gongzi is really handsome ahhhhhhh!
The people who had scolded Song Xiao before had all suddenly vanished, some who had occasionally appeared were attacked from all sides and covered up, forced to flee. A new forum ‘Song Gongzi is Mighty’ was opened, published by one of the People Hospital’s nurses, who had reportedly witnessed the whole process of ‘Song Gongzi Slapping The Face of The Mistress’. The plot was rhythmically going up and down, and several times people had suspected they were article writers.
Song Xiao found the forum under Li Weiwei’s guidance with great difficulty, reading it from top to bottom, and felt that the direction it was heading for was weirder and weirder.
Originally the discussion were pretty alright, and later it became all kinds of praises like ‘Gongzi’s Mighty Imperiousness’, ‘Gongzi’s Unified Jianghu’, ‘Gongzi’s Handsomeness Is Out of The Universe’, and there were even Sheng Meng High School’s students who had exposed Song Xiao’s photos, and all of them were secretly taken in the school campus or the canteen.
While he was reading to the point that his eyes were dizzy, Yu Tang called.
“This matter isn’t that simple, it’s a scheme to attack the business,” Yu Tang stood at the balcony of his bedroom, watching a black limousine departing the entrance, “Warn your father.”
Song Xiao nodded his head, then realised Yu Tang couldn’t see it, so he replied, “That… Have you eaten?”
When Yu Tang heard this, he smiled, a hand braced against the white railings on the balcony. “Not yet ne, does the empress want to come serve zhen dinner?”
“This servant is just routinely asking.” Song Xiao’s lips twitched, then hung up.
Walking to Song Zicheng’s study, he was about to knock on the door, but heard the quarreling sounds from within.
“You can’t do this! If you do this my career will be ruined!” Qiu Mingyan’s screeching could be clearly heard from outside the door.
“If it wasn’t for you attracting the paparazzi, where would there be this many problems! Who gave you the face to even go on this type of program!” Song Zicheng’s anger was evidently not light, his voice had also raised a lot.
Song Xiao retrieved his hand. His father already knew that this was a conspiracy, so he didn’t need to say any more.
The carnage on the internet was still continuing to escalate, and many people had already begun to expose Qiu Mingyan’s actions over the years. The single t.i.tle of ‘mistress’, had already doomed her future activities to be hard. What this world didn’t lack was people who liked to watch the liveliness and hit a person who’s down.
But these things, didn’t have much of an influence towards the completely unrelated Song Xiao. The next day he still got up early, memorised a novel with lots of dialogue to learn the modern language and speaking manner, then read a fashion magazine to research the modern people’s fashion style, and wore a leisure outfit and went out to wait for Yu Tang.
Yu Tang sat in the car, and from afar he could see a slender figure standing at the entrance of the district. White hoodie and blue jeans, the clothes could not be more common, but on Song Xiao, it had the looks of a modest n.o.bleman’s manner.
Standing like a bamboo that would rather break than bend, moving like a breeze and exuding elegance.
The car stopped, Yu Tang was dressed entirely in black, and used the mirror to look over his appearance, made sure his hairstyle wasn’t messy, then calmly opened the door and went down the car.
Note: The desert built on white bones, the drizzle of the region south of the Yangtze River is thousands of miles away, there were few chances to return home. — Excerpt from ‘Zhai Poetry’, ·Yu·Yu Jintang
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Little theatre
‘Why Is The Disparity Between The Treatment Between The Little Brother And Sister This Big’
Meimei: Gege, I want that
Fish Tang: Ok ok ok, buy buy buy
Meimei: Gege, that person looks like the history book’s chief of Xiongnu
Fish Tang: Mother of a wh.o.r.e, unable to restrain myself from beating his life away
Didi: Gege, I want that
Fish Tang: F*ck off, buy it yourself
Didi: Gege, that person looks like the history book’s male empress
Fish Tang: What are you looking at, that’s your sister-in-law
Didi: QAQ
The current timeline is around 2006. That time’s internet’s jargon is different from the present. When writing it was hard to bear, ‘Fire tongs Liu Ming’, ‘I want to give birth to your monkey’ etc all can’t be used, kneel