Tong Yan was baffled—what did Emperor Bo an by this?
Could it be?
Tong Yan suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly checked her sent ssages. Sure enough, the latest one was sent to Emperor Bo.
Oh my god!
She actually sent the ssage intended for Yiyi to Emperor Bo!
Looking at her profanity-filled text, Tong Yan felt like crying without tears; her whole being was in turmoil.
Aaaaah, she really wanted to pretend this never happened.
Tong Yan rolled around on the bed a few tis before summoning the courage, filled with imnse guilt, to send a ssage: Young Master Mo, I sent the wrong ssage, causing you inconvenience, I am very sorry, let treat you to a al another day as an apology.
Before sending it, Tong Yan checked multiple tis, ensuring there were no typos, incorrect punctuation, and the recipient was correct.
Perfect.
Tong Yan hit the send button.
The ssage was sent successfully, and Tong Yan waited nervously for a reply.
Emperor Bo replied quickly, in his usual aloof manner: Okay.
Tong Yan exhaled in relief, patting her chest—thank goodness she got away with it.
Though she lived a lifeti, in front of Bo Yimo, she couldn’t help feeling timid, admiring, and perhaps a little... thrilled.
Maybe it was his looks, maybe it was his charisma, or maybe it was the heights he had reached that she found hard to resist.
That night, as cool as water, a round moon shyly hid behind the clouds like a maiden in waiting, its delicate moonlight streaming through the clouds, illuminating the earth brightly.
Bo Yimo leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling window, in front of him lay vast mountains, lush and verdant. This was the villa on Mingyang Mountain, occupying a large area with great scenery.
Moonbeams reflected in his eyes, dark and obscure like a deep, unfathomable pool. His slender fingertips stroked the phone as if soothing a lover, enchanting and alluring.
On the phone was a striking photo, a smile as bright as a flower, appearing to be around ten years old.
He gently swiped through the album on the phone—so pictures were crying, so were laughing, various poses, from childhood to adulthood, countless images.
This person turned out to be Tong Yan.
In the silent night, suddenly his murmurs could be heard, seeming real yet unreal.
Yanyan...
With a gust of wind, the room filled with allure scattered, leaving behind an empty silence.
By re coincidence, just two words made Tong Yan famous.
The power of netizens is limitless; in just a few hours, Tong Yan, the one Emperor Bo initiated contact with, was dug up like usual. There were even dedicated posts about her life experiences, such as which films she was a stunt actor for, detailing specific scenes and actions—not to ntion her Weibo.
The topic of ’the woman Young Master Mo reached out to’ remained at the top of trending, and Tong Yan’s Weibo garnered tens of thousands of followers. Her past Weibo posts were unearthed.
Fortunately, she had no dark history. Many netizens discovered lots of food posts on her Weibo—food she cooked, and food she ate—causing nurous people to beco fans, praising her as a sensible and virtuous girl.
But there were plenty of haters too, who cursed her for shalessly flirting with Young Master Mo, urging her to consider her status. Tong Yan, having seen these many in her past life, was not affected at all, continuing to live her life joyfully.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu followed her Weibo and shared a supporting post: Sister Yanyan is very nice, and her food is delicious. PS: Sister Yanyan, I’m starving, please send food. /（ㄒoㄒ）/~
Tong Yan saw this girl’s Weibo and burst into laughter, realizing the girl focused only on food.
Although Jiang Yu had so loyal fans who supported her and brought so followers to Tong Yan, she was just a minor actress, causing little impact. The haters still cursed.
Their angry insults didn’t affect her, yet the actions of two individuals left her feeling disgusted, as if she had swallowed a turd. Qin Yikuo and Tang Tian reposted her Weibo, stating they had a good relationship with Tong Yan, ntioning her as a wonderful person, unafraid of hardship and tired from her work as a stunt actress for years, despite heavy injuries, never giving up acting.
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