After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

The next morning.

Wei Yi left home early in the morning.

After the CCTV documentary aired last night, Principal Lu called me personally.

I asked him to come to the school today, saying that we should strike while the iron is hot and discuss the spring enrollment publicity for the university.

Wei Yi didn't want to go, but Chen Xinyi agreed on his behalf:

"Go ahead. The UN may seem insignificant, but it actually has a lot of power. You are now the model they are putting forward. By cooperating with them, not only will the UN benefit, but it will also be of great benefit to us."

Since even his older sister had said so, Wei Yi drove his white Porsche out of Palm Springs.

No sooner had he left than the house became lively.

Jiang Wan, holding her phone, hurriedly crossed the living room and ran upstairs to the second floor.

"Big sister! Big sister!"

Chen Xinyi was leaning against the headboard of the master bedroom bed, with a pregnancy nutrition cookbook spread out in front of her. Her eyelids were drooping, and she was obviously still feeling sleepy from morning sickness.

"What's wrong?" she yawned, her voice languid. "Did the sky fall?"

"It didn't collapse, but you should still take a look." Jiang Wan handed over her phone. "Someone posted photos of your husband going in and out with you, and the comments section is exploding."

Chen Xinyi took the phone and looked down at it for two seconds.

The photo is clear.

The angle makes it look like it was taken secretly.

In the scene, Wei Yi walks in the middle, with her arm linked with his, smiling radiantly, while Lin Siyan and Jin Shilin walk on either side.

The background is the tree-lined path of the Southwest Associated University, with golden ginkgo leaves in the background.

That was when Wei Yi had just arrived in Yanjing and entered the National Southwest Associated University.

As Chen Xinyi watched, she actually burst out laughing.

"This is a great angle." She flipped her phone over and over, looking at it nostalgically. "Sigh, I kind of miss those days. Back then, your husband would get shy if I patted his butt. Now, if I pat his butt, he just turns around and pins me down on the bed."

Jiang Wan: "..."

Sister, is this the time to talk about this?

Chen Xinyi glanced at the photo again and handed the phone back to Jiang Wan: "It's really nice. Wanwan, save this one, and we'll print it out and hang it at home later."

"Okay." Jiang Wan responded reflexively, then realized, "But sister, now is not the time to admire the photos. The comments below are all digging into her husband's private life, saying all sorts of things."

Chen Xinyi yawned and rolled over, snuggling deeper into the covers. "What's the rush? Sister Wu said last night that it'll be all sorted out today. Just wait and see."

She paused, then took out her phone, opened WeChat, and forwarded the secretly taken photo to the "One Family" group.

The caption read: "My husband from a few months ago. Ladies, do you think he was more handsome then, or is he more handsome now?"

Jiang Wan stood by the bed, watching Chen Xinyi send the message, throw her phone away, and close her eyes again.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Fine.

This family really doesn't need her to worry about these things.

The "One Family" group chat quickly became lively.

Jin Shilin was the first to reply: "You were too naive back then, but you're a wolf now. Choose now."

After a half-minute pause, Lin Siyan replied with only three words: "It's all the same."

Chen Xintong sent a voice message, and when she opened it, a little girl's clear voice said, "Brother is handsome no matter what!"

Su Mo then sent a shy bunny emoji.

Wu Zhenhe didn't speak in the group chat, but sent Chen Xinyi a private message: "It's already being handled."

Chen Xinyi glanced at it, put her phone face down on the bedside table, and went to catch up on her sleep with a clear conscience.

On the same afternoon.

A gossip studio.

Sun Peng sat in his stylishly decorated office, legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips, with the set of candid photos and a prepared press release spread out in front of him.

He thought about the title for a long time and finally settled on: "The rising star of archaeology at the United Nations University has a chaotic private life, with multiple young women coming and going with him."

It's exciting and eye-catching.

Sun Peng has been in the entertainment industry for over a decade, specializing in exposing the dirty secrets of celebrities and public figures. He is ruthless, audacious, and unscrupulous.

His family was considered to be from a prominent compound, though they were insignificant in the eyes of truly important figures.

But in front of many celebrities, he can act with impunity.

These photos were found by people digging through old materials.

Before Wei Yi became famous, someone had already taken a picture of him on the campus of the United University. At that time, it was only circulated on the internal forum and did not cause much of a stir.

It's different now.

At the height of his fame as an "archaeological rising star," the major portal websites will surely offer him a hefty price for this revelation.

Sun Peng was calculating his asking price when his phone suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number.

He answered the phone, and the other person's voice was deep and mysterious: "Mr. Sun, I suggest you double-check the set of photos you're preparing to release."

Sun Peng frowned and sneered, "Who are you? Are you trying to blackmail us? Do you even know what freedom of the press is?"

The other party laughed, quite calmly: "Freedom of the press? Then I'll have some freedom too. I've already packaged up all the records of your studio's voyeuristic transactions over the past three years, as well as your tax evasion records, and I can send them to the relevant departments at any time."

Sun Peng's expression immediately changed.

He sat up abruptly, and cigarette ash fell onto his trousers, burning him.

"Who the hell are you?"

The other party did not answer, only leaving a message saying "We'll see in thirty minutes" before hanging up.

The second call came even faster.

He is the landlord of the office building.

"Mr. Sun, the lease is being terminated early. Please move out within three days."

Before Sun Peng could react, the third call came in.

The screen displayed his company's biggest financial backer.

"Sun Peng, the cooperation is terminated. Take care of yourself."

Three phone calls, from three directions, a simultaneous blockade.

There were no threats, no warnings, and no "ifs".

Only conclusions.

Sun Peng slumped in his chair, belatedly realizing that he might have offended someone he shouldn't have.

That evening, Sun Peng used several connections to finally find out a name.

Wu Zhenhe.

Just those three words.

The elder who told him the news spoke in a low voice over the phone:

"Little Sun, you'll have to admit defeat. If your father hadn't saved me before, I wouldn't have dared to reveal this! Let me put it this way, that person's background is beyond our circle's reach. The fact that you escaped unscathed is already a testament to their kindness and compassion."

Sun Peng felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this.

He'd been in this line of work for over a decade, and this was the first time he'd ever felt so close to a cliff.

So at 8 p.m. that evening, at the entrance of Palm Springs.

Sun Peng personally carried an exquisite fruit basket and stood in the lobby downstairs, his nose turning red from the cold.

He intended to go upstairs, but was politely stopped by the receptionist: "Mr. Sun, Mr. Wei and Ms. Chen are not receiving guests today."

Sun Peng refused to leave and stood in the lobby waiting.

After waiting for almost an hour, the elevator doors opened.

It was Aunt Zheng who came out.

She walked up to Sun Peng, her face expressionless, and simply said, "Hello, Mr. Sun, right?"

The other party should be later.

She continued, "My master said, 'Okay, but this won't happen again. You can leave now.'"

Sun Peng felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He bowed three times to Aunt Zheng and handed the fruit basket forward.

Aunt Zheng didn't answer.

"We have plenty of fruit at home. Mr. Sun, please take it home and eat it yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the elevator.

Sun Peng stood there, holding a fruit basket, like a primary school student being punished.

After a long while, he slunk away.

upstairs.

Palm Springs Bookstore.

Wu Zhenhe sat behind her desk with a cup of hot tea in front of her.

Chen Xinyi, wrapped in a blanket, nestled on the sofa, holding a bowl of fish maw and chicken soup that Aunt Zheng had just stewed.

"The online posts have all been deleted," Wu Zhenhe said slowly. "We've also spoken to the companies behind the most active accounts."

Chen Xinyi took a sip of soup and squinted her eyes contentedly: "Sister Wu, I knew it! With you here, I don't even need to hire a PR company."

Wu Zhenhe gave her a half-smile: "You don't seem flustered at all."

Chen Xinyi puffed out her slightly protruding belly and said confidently, "What's the panic? At worst, Wei Yi will hold a press conference and say, 'I have many sisters in my family, is there a problem with that?'"

Wu Zhenhe was amused by her: "Aren't you afraid people will say your house is messy?"

"What do you mean 'your family'?" Chen Xinyi corrected her. "It's our family."

She put down the soup bowl, her tone becoming even more self-righteous:

"And what's all this chaos about? One man, several women, living together harmoniously and happily. That's skill. They're just jealous."

Wu Zhenhe smiled and shook her head, saying nothing more.

She was too lazy to even judge this girl's values.

Anyway, from the day she decided to have Wei Yi's child, she herself couldn't be considered a normal person.

Just then, the study door was pushed open a crack.

Jin Shilin poked her head in, holding a bowl of soup: "Sister Wu, you haven't had any soup tonight. Aunt Zheng said you've been vomiting a lot lately, you need to eat something nourishing."

Wu Zhenhe smiled and waved: "Thank you, Shilin."

Jin Shilin walked in carrying soup, just in time to hear the last part of Chen Xinyi's sentence.

She couldn't help but interject, "Chen Xinyi, your values ​​would be attacked online."

Chen Xinyi took the teapot from Wu Zhenhe, poured herself a cup of water, and said nonchalantly, "Let them criticize. It's not like we're losing anything. Besides, who can out-criticize me?"

Kim Se-rin muttered under her breath, "No one can out-argue you, you little brat!"

Chen Xinyi, with her sharp ears, immediately glared at him: "Jin Shilin! I heard you!"

Hehe~

Jin Shilin stuck out her tongue, placed the soup in front of Wu Zhenhe, and then turned and slipped away.

The door closed again.

Only two pregnant women remained in the study.

Wu Zhenhe picked up the soup bowl, blew on it gently, and before she could drink it, her phone rang.

She answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

After hanging up the phone, she looked up at Chen Xinyi.

"Regarding that international school, Qingmiao Group suddenly raised their offer. Boss Zhou is probably going to try and arbitrate. Xinyi, what do you think?"

Chen Xinyi was shrinking into the blanket when she heard this and paused.

Then she laughed.

"Then let him add it," she said slowly, her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly under the lamp. "After he adds it, he'll be begging to sell it to us."

After all, they had no idea.

Behind her sat the Jade Guanyin of the Great Celestial Venerable Wu Zhenhe!

Outside the window, the night in Yanjing was pitch black.

The two women in the study, one holding a bowl of soup and the other wrapped in a blanket, smiled at each other.

Like two foxes who have just finished plotting together.