My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

When Park Jung-eun stormed home, she casually took out her phone in the car to check the news and saw all sorts of negative reports about herself!
After reading through them one by one, Park Jung-eun was so angry she almost wanted to smash her phone.

She managed to calm herself down, took a few deep breaths, and dialed her husband's number.

"Honey, did you watch the news today?"

Park Jung-eun asked into her phone.

A deep male voice came from the other end of the phone: "I've seen it. I'll handle those rumors. I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation when you come back."

Park Jung-eun snorted and promised to give him a satisfactory explanation when she got back.

Hearing this, Dong En, who was floating behind, felt his resentment grow even stronger.

Knowing that his wife was a perpetrator of school bullying that led to someone's death, how could he be completely indifferent?

Park Jung-eun put away her phone and smiled lazily.

The driver said worriedly, "Madam, Mr. Zhou Mingyu might be angry after he finds out about your situation, and your marriage might be in trouble... Aren't you worried?"

The driver was recommended by Park Jung-eun's mother, so he was considered one of her own and Park Jung-eun wasn't worried at all that he would leak the secret.

“My husband only cares about things like the company’s stock price; these kinds of trivial matters aren’t worth his time. Don’t worry, my husband and I have a child, our marriage is very strong, and there will absolutely be no problems,” Park Jung-eun assured her confidently.

After hearing this, the driver finally felt relieved.

That's good then.

Dong-eun felt intense resentment and floated along, following Park Jung-eun back to the luxury villa.

In the villa's beautiful courtyard, a six- or seven-year-old girl, dressed like a little princess, was surrounded by a group of servants, happily swinging on a swing. Beside her stood a man in a well-tailored black suit, smiling as he played with his daughter.

"You're back."

Hearing footsteps, Zhou Mingyu turned to look at his wife.

Zhou Mingyu is a typical businessman. He is also quite handsome and has a well-maintained physique, unlike many middle-aged men who are overweight.

"My darling, my little princess, you play here for a while. Mommy and Daddy have something to talk about."

With a smile on her face, Park Jung-eun walked over, kissed her daughter, waved goodbye, and then went into the villa with her husband.

In the villa's study, Zhou Mingyu sat behind his desk, calmly observing his wife, his expression like that of a ruthless business elite.

"I hope you can tell me the whole story in detail so that I can arrange for relevant personnel to do public relations for you and salvage your reputation."

Park Jung-eun recounted everything she had done back then.

After saying that, Park Jung-eun showed no remorse: "Actually, I didn't want things to come to this point either. After all, I was young at the time, and you have to allow me to make mistakes."

Zhou Mingyu remained calm. After listening for a while, she pondered and devised a plan to shift the focus.

He made a phone call to his assistant and gave detailed instructions: divert public attention, publicize the imperfections of some victims, and then apologize and show weakness...

A series of combined measures are sufficient to deal with this public relations crisis.

The assistant noted down all the key points and immediately led the public relations department to work overtime to get things started.

Park Jung-eun immediately felt much more relaxed. She smiled and rushed over to hug her husband's neck, kissing his cheek hard: "Darling, thank you for helping me. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

At this point, she remembered her grievances about being "fired"—no, it should be said that she was transferred from her position—and began to complain grumbling, "When the company saw what I was doing, they immediately transferred me from my original position and even made me clean toilets... Honey, could you buy that radio station? As far as I know, it's being sold because of poor management. If you invest now, you can definitely buy it." Park Jung-eun's husband, Zhou Mingyu, thought carefully, inquired about the amount required for the acquisition, and concluded: it was possible to buy it.

“Great, this is a good opportunity for the company to promote its brand image. We can take this chance to enter the entertainment industry and promote the company at the same time.”

Park Jung-eun smiled with satisfaction.

"Thank you, honey. I knew you were the best!"

Zhou Mingyu, hailed as the "best" husband, immediately called the finance and business departments to explain the decision to acquire the radio station.

In less than two days, the public opinion that had been brewing online suddenly changed.

According to various unidentified netizens, the deceased Dong-eun has been portrayed as a petty person who dislikes studying, has a gloomy personality, is narrow-minded, and loves to tattle.

As long as the victim is not perfect, they will find a thousand ways to exonerate the perpetrator.

The little koi, who had just finished playing outside, returned to the hotel and curled up on the sofa playing on her phone when she came across related news.

Most of these news articles are defaming Dong Eun, and even claiming that the school bullying incident was deliberately framed by someone!

Various conspiracy theories are flying around. In short, if you dare to criticize Park Jung-eun, you are a hater or an online troll.

The related topics were completely manipulated, and bystanders were unable to speak, and could only watch helplessly as all related content on the topic square was covered and controlled by Park Jung-eun's fans.

The comment sections under major news articles are also uniformly controlled.

The wind direction reversed instantly.

The little koi got angrier and angrier, and punched the sofa next to it—unexpectedly, there was someone lying on the sofa!

Caught off guard by the blow, Zhang Hao rubbed his head and said irritably, "Why did you hit me for no reason?"

Little Koi shoved the phone into his hand: "Look for yourself! Those people are really going too far. They're clearly taking advantage of the fact that the deceased can't speak! It's disgusting! This comment control is absolutely flawless, they must be really rich! If I were Dong En, I'd probably be so angry I'd come back to life."

Zhang Hao took the phone and was taken aback by the news content.

The level of control over public opinion is truly impressive.

However, Zhang Hao immediately thought of the ghost Dong En.

“You don’t need to worry too much. Since they’re determined to go all the way, I think Dong En will probably teach them a lesson.”

The gap between humans and ghosts is already vast, let alone the fact that humans owe ghosts a debt. Hopefully, they can withstand Dong En's serious revenge.

"That's true. How do you think Dongen will retaliate against them next?"

As the two were chatting, Zhao Junxi strode over, accompanied by a very handsome man.

The man was in excellent physical condition and exuded a powerful aura, clearly indicating that he was an elite figure.

Zhao Junxi spotted Mr. Zhang on the sofa in the lobby at a glance and approached him with a smile.

"This is Mr. Zhang, whom I mentioned before. He is a top expert in the industry. If he is willing to help, your problem can be easily solved if it is indeed haunted."

Zhao Junxi pulled his friend over to Zhang Hao and introduced him enthusiastically.

Zhang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly: "I've said it before, I will never interfere in anything related to that female ghost, Dong En. No matter who your friend is, please leave." (End of Chapter)