"Is there a mistake?" Shen Shuci frowned.
"The people from the Small Animal Protection Association are all here, insisting they must go in and find evidence, and that’s why I was in such a hurry to find Wanwan."
"Don’t panic, call the police first, and I’ll be there shortly!" At this mont, unable to get in touch with Tang Wan and not willing to let things escalate, the Jiang Family had just arrived today, it would be troubling if anything went wrong now.
"Shuci!" the old lady shouted, "Where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat?"
"Just a little issue, I’ll be right back!"
Shen Shuci grabbed her car keys and ran outside.
...
anwhile, Jiang Zhenhuan and Fan Mingyu had already boarded the airplane, powered off their phones, and were waiting for takeoff.
"You know, I’m actually a bit nervous," Fan Mingyu said with a smile, "I’ve never been this anxious even when I went on stage to sing."
"It’s just a proposal, what’s there to be nervous about."
"Listen to you, this is our son’s lifelong matter. Do you think my outfit is okay?" Fan Mingyu had already asked this question perhaps eight or nine tis.
Jiang Zhenhuan simply closed his eyes to rest and ignored her.
"You..." Fan Mingyu choked with frustration, "n really are no good."
"When you were pursuing back in the day, I would cough and you’d get all worried, but now, it seems you wouldn’t even glance at if I coughed to death."
"Mingyu..." Jiang Zhenhuan’s head throbbed with pain.
Fan Mingyu looked down and fiddled with her Cyan Feather brooch on her chest, feeling more and more pleased with it.
Jiang Yanting was the one who had driven them to the airport. He watched as the two of them went through security, then turned around to head to the parking lot, planning to drive to the office. But his phone was vibrating with a barrage of incoming notifications.
[Art Stained with Blood, "Feng Que" crew accused of eating "bloody" stead buns]
[Is beauty worth promoting if it is attained by killing beings?]
["Feng Que" faces boycott by environntalists before even starting production.]
...
Seemingly entertainnt news, Jiang Yanting generally did not pay attention to such things, but since he knew that Tang Wan and Shen Zhixian were both involved with the drama in different capacities, he decided to take a look.
[The workshop producing Cyan Feather head ornants for "Feng Que" has been reported for using kingfishers in their production. Many conservationists have raised their voices to boycott the drama.]
The hotter it was hyped at the ti, the more severe the backlash now. Sure enough, the comnts below were hard to digest...
"Cyan Feather craftsmanship requires the slaughter of countless wild kingfishers, what a rubbish workshop."
"The materials are replaceable. Why stain art with the blood of birds? If this affects the shooting of the drama, I’ll truly curse this workshop."
"My heart is blackened. Today I just found out through the news, just found out that a phoenix crown used more than 2000 kingfishers, how bloody is that."
...
Many people only know the beauty of Cyan Feather craftsmanship without understanding the production process. Coupled with the growing awareness of environntal and animal protection in recent years, the incident at Tang Wan’s studio...
The first fire of the new year!
Completely erupted!
This drama gathered too many stars; each agency was eager to disassociate itself, claiming that they have always been doing charity and caring for small animals and have absolutely nothing to do with these issues.
So celebrities’ studios even imdiately issued statents declaring that if it is confird the studio used kingfisher feathers for ornants and the film crew still intends to collaborate with them, they would not participate in the filming of the drama.
At that mont, the wind direction and the focus sharply turned towards Qi Zeyan!
Many fans left ssages on their company’s official Weibo, demanding to stop collaborating with Studio W.
The na of Tang Wan’s studio was simple, just the first letter of the na.
Before Qi Zeyan even arrived at work, he was already inundated with an overwhelming amount of incoming ssages. Ruan ngxi, who had returned to Beijing for work, was now dressed formally, waiting downstairs at his house with Assistant Xiaozhu.
"What’s going on?" Qi Zeyan quickly descended from upstairs. He had been ready to head to the company, his hair already combed, his hand fastening his buttons, he briskly ca down the stairs.
"The internet is attacking W Studio, and many actors’ and actresses’ talent agencies are calling us, urging us to terminate our collaboration with W," Xiaozhu explained.
"The kingfisher’s feathers?" Qi Zeyan knew little about Cyan Feather.
"It’s impossible. Wanwan has been using goose feathers since she started learning the craft, and so artificial peacock feathers, but she’s never used any kingfisher feathers!" Ruan ngxi explained, "She has always been against this."
"I got it," Qi Zeyan frowned. "Soone is trying to fra her."
The timing was too good.
"Who the hell has such a vicious heart!"
"They actually chose to strike here, dragging down too. Now the internet is in such an uproar, my side..." Qi Zeyan was so angry he almost cursed out loud.
"Boss, if we don’t release a statent now, all the celebrity fans are scolding us. If we do release a statent, terminating the collaboration, won’t that be..." Assistant Xiaozhu could see this matter was not simple.
"If I terminate the collaboration, it’s as if indirectly saying there’s a problem with her studio. I’m afraid I won’t have the face to see her or Xiaowu ever again! I go, early in the morning just... Ow—" Qi Zeyan was cut off as Elder Qi, who was eating, threw his chopsticks at him, "Grandpa?"
"Making such a fuss so early in the morning? Haven’t I always taught you to be steady!"
"You listen to this, don’t you think there’s sothing fishy? Today, my uncle and aunt are going to Pingjiang to propose, and now this has happened. If Tang Wan’s role as the studio head gets revealed, do we still want the marriage?"
"Boss, what should we do?" Xiaozhu asked.
"Did you get in touch with her?"
"We reached Manager Chen, and he’s also looking for Miss Tang."
"I called Jiang Xiaowu, but no one answered. How could they all be missing at a ti like this."
...
Jiang Yanting sat in the car, quickly scrolling through the news, similarly realizing the seriousness of the situation.
If Tang Wan being the person behind the studio was revealed, the Tang Family would surely beco the target of public criticism, and the Jiang Family would be involved. Everyone knew the two families intended to enter into a marriage alliance. If things weren’t clarified and resolved, and they continued to insist on the alliance with the Tang Family, one could easily imagine the consequences...
Qi Zeyan was in the line of fire, fully aware of Tang Wan’s relationship with Jiang Jinsang. Interests, reputation, and brotherhood - how could one sever these ties?
It would only cause a rift between him and his brother if Qi Zeyan dissociated himself!
Using Tang Wan... This plot was indeed cunning!
If this succeeded, the Tang Family would be ruined, the marriage alliance would fail, and there would be discord between the Jiangs, Tangs, and Qis...
To kill and even aim for the heart - how extrely cruel!
...
As Jiang Yanting thought about the situation, he realized that he was powerless to help from afar and could only be anxious.
He drove straight to the company. With Jiang Zhenhuan not there, he temporarily handled all of the company’s affairs. There was a regular eting today. When he arrived at the eting room, everyone was already there, including... Jiang Zhaolin.
"Did your parents and Xiaowu leave?" Jiang Zhaolin’s tone was relaxed, casually chatting before the eting had begun.
"Mhm."
Very few people knew about Jiang Jinsang’s early trip to Pingjiang. He usually stayed on the third floor, seldom leaving the house. Even if he was not seen for several days, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Hopefully, the proposal will go smoothly. It’s been a long ti since the Jiang Family has celebrated a happy occasion," Jiang Zhaolin said with a smile.
"I’ll take your auspicious words." Jiang Yanting rubbed his phone, trying to call that kid but it was turned off. What was he doing at a ti like this?
From the start of the eting, Jiang Zhaolin’s fingers kept tapping on the table. He often clashed with Jiang Zhenhuan when the latter was around; he had thought that with the father gone, this uncle might not take well to taking orders.
Yet today, he was uncharacteristically quiet, not speaking much or targeting him.
Jiang Yanting listened to the departnt heads reporting their work, but he couldn’t settle his mind.
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