Fang Hui imdiately understood; this was a common tactic in entertainnt industry crisis managent.
"How about we leak news of Liang Ruofan cheating?"
Ding ng shook her head. "Liang Ruofan’s traffic is already declining. The public has lost interest in him, and this kind of scandal won’t cause much of a stir."
Fang Hui suggested, "I can buy so dirt from the paparazzi."
"No need." Ding ng stopped her, opened her phone, and showed her a video.
The video seed to be taken backstage at an event. A woman dressed to the nines was crouching on the floor as if dry heaving. Her long hair fell over her face, covering half of it. An assistant next to her handed her a bottle of water, which she took and tilted her head back to drink from.
Though the distance blurred her features sowhat under the lighting, her striking and unmistakable profile made her identity clear to anyone familiar with her face.
Fang Hui exclaid in surprise, "That’s Qiao Wan!"
In the video, after taking a sip of water, Qiao Wan was helped into a chair by her assistant, who draped a jacket over her exposed shoulders. The assistant said sothing inaudible, and Qiao Wan lowered her head and placed a hand over her abdon, her expression showing a rare trace of tenderness.
Fang Hui, with her keen instincts as a PR professional, looked up in disbelief. "Qiao Wan is pregnant?"
Ding ng sneered, "Is that explosive enough news for you?"
Fang Hui clicked her tongue. "Too explosive. I can’t even imagine."
Ding ng took her phone back. "This was the backstage footage from tonight’s fashion gala. A friend of mine works for one of the sponsors and accidentally captured this scene and sent it to . Qiao Wan is signed under Platinum Entertainnt. While she isn’t directly managed by He Qian, she’s part of their larger profit web. If we leak this, it’ll hit Platinum Entertainnt hard. Let’s see if He Qian still has the energy to fight after this."
Fang Hui hesitated. "President Ding, there’s a rumor that Qiao Wan’s backer is soone pretty influential. Platinum Entertainnt treats her like royalty—they never make her entertain clients and give her top-tier resources. If we expose her scandal and provoke backlash, won’t we be in trouble?"
She knew all too well that certain people in this industry could not be trifled with and worried that Ding ng might invite disaster in a mont of rashness.
"Don’t be stupid. Do you know how many enemies Qiao Wan has made in this industry? Every actress in her cohort would kill to see her pulled down. Just find soone to sell this anonymously to the paparazzi and let them be the ones to take the fall."
"I understand now, President Ding. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it well."
As Fang Hui was about to leave, Ding ng called her back. "What’s Rong Xianning been up to lately?"
Fang Hui knew Rong Xianning was President Ding’s little darling. "He’s preparing for the high school entrance exam now. Aside from scheduled events and daily training, he spends the rest of his ti studying. Oh, right, he even signed up for a winter break tutoring course. According to Feng Cheng, he studies until midnight every day without fail. I must say, his discipline and self-control are truly impressive."
"He didn’t go back to his hotown for the Lunar New Year?"
Fang Hui shook her head. "He was still in tutoring class on New Year’s Eve. He never talks about his family situation with his teammates either."
At that mont, Ding ng’s phone rang again. It was the sa unknown number from Yunzhou.
Ding ng suddenly thought of sothing. She gestured for Fang Hui to stay silent, then answered the call and held the phone to her ear.
"President Ding, thank goodness you finally picked up!" A panicked man’s voice ca through the phone.
Ding ng narrowed her eyes, her face darkening instantly.
"What do you want?"
"President Ding, I’ve been calling Aning, but he won’t answer. Is he very busy lately?"
Ding ng’s voice turned icy. "You signed a contract with back then. You took five million and sold your son to . From that point on, he has nothing to do with you. What? Are you backing out now?"
"No, no, no, President Ding! How could I back out? Aning is yours, of course. I wouldn’t dare take him from you. I just haven’t contacted him in so long and was missing him. After all, he is still my biological son."
Ding ng let out a cold laugh. "Soone like you missing your son? Or are you missing his money? Let warn you: don’t go bothering him. Otherwise, I’ll make you cough up that five million with interest. Don’t think I’m joking."
With that, Ding ng decisively hung up and blocked the number.
Fang Hui cautiously asked, "Was that... Rong Yuhe?"
She had been present when President Ding signed the contract with Rong Xianning’s parents. She still vividly rembered the greed and ugliness in their expressions. It was hard to believe that such a pair could have given birth to soone as exceptional as Rong Xianning. Genetics were strange that way.
"Keep an eye on Rong Xianning—make sure he doesn’t have any contact with those two."
"But... President Ding, no matter what, they are still Rong Xianning’s biological parents. Even though there’s a signed contract, it technically doesn’t hold any legal weight. If those shaless two make a scene, it could be trouble for you, for the company, and for Rong Xianning."
"He’s probably drowning in gambling debts again and wants his son to clean up his ss. That scumbag is nothing more than a leech."
"President Ding, if things escalate, it could be disastrous."
"Let’s handle the matter at hand first. Keep an eye on Rong Xianning. I’ve noticed he’s quite resourceful; I doubt he’d easily let that old scumbag manipulate him."
After leaving Ding ng’s office, Fang Hui began contacting paparazzi to discreetly leak the dirt on Qiao Wan.
Qiao Wan had been popular for years, and her fans were notorious for their aggressive behavior toward anyone who crossed her. Over ti, she had amassed a long list of enemies—especially among her fellow actresses. Many had kept quiet due to fear of her powerful connections or lacked evidence of her misdeeds, but now, the tables had turned.
Take Luo Nanyi, for example. She had risen to fa earlier than Qiao Wan, earning the title of "National Goddess" for her sultry looks. But when Qiao Wan burst onto the scene, countless PR campaigns were run to drag Luo Nanyi down while elevating Qiao Wan.
What made Luo Nanyi seethe the most was that Qiao Wan had stolen nurous opportunities from her over the years, gradually pulling ahead. Qiao Wan’s fans were worse than she was—whenever Luo Nanyi appeared in public, diehard fans of "Qiao Mai" would constantly provoke and harass her, throwing baseless accusations and insults her way.
Luo Nanyi had clawed her way up from nothing. As the saying goes, those with nothing have nothing to lose. She didn’t care how powerful Qiao Wan’s backer was; she was determined to get her revenge. Unfortunately, years of searching had turned up no real dirt, and she could only retaliate weakly with the occasional hit piece.
Now, everything had changed. When the paparazzi whispered to her about Qiao Wan’s pregnancy, she was so overjoyed she nearly set off fireworks.
Qiao Wan had always marketed herself as a chic, intellectual, and independent woman. Her fans endlessly praised her as a high-IQ, self-made woman of elegance. But if news of her pregnancy broke out, the fanbase would implode in an instant.
If public opinion was handled well, peeling away her polished facade was all but guaranteed.
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