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Thursday. 10:00 AM.

In the recording studio on the first floor of the villa, Lin Yan, wearing monitoring headphones, was working hard on the arrangement of "Blue and White Porcelain".

This song involved a huge amount of work, seamlessly integrating the guzheng, clapper, pipa, and a large number of modern percussion instruments.

He had been in seclusion in the shed for a whole day.

The living room is separated by a wall.

Shen Qingqiu sank into the sofa, holding a cup of black coffee in her hand, her expression indifferent.

Beside him, Zhang, the studio's chief legal counsel and public relations director, was sweating profusely, his thumb leaving an afterimage on the tablet.

"President Shen! The sky has fallen! The trending topics are absolutely exploding!"

"Xingyao Entertainment has definitely gone all out; their entire marketing matrix has been mobilized!"

Attorney Zhang shoved the tablet in front of Shen Qingqiu.

On Weibo's trending topics list, five of the top ten items were marked with a dark red "hot" character.

#Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu's Secret Meeting at the Museum#

#Queen of Pop Keeps Male Subordinate as Lover#

#Lin Yan rose to power through unspoken rules#

#Starry Entertainment publicly accuses Lin Yan of having a chaotic private life#

The most popular Weibo post was a nine-grid layout.

The paparazzi photos were quite clear.

The two held hands tightly in the dimly lit museum exhibition hall, got into a Mercedes-Benz van, and the vehicle eventually drove into a villa on the hillside.

The comment section has already been flooded with comments from Xingyao's paid trolls, who are frantically stirring up trouble.

"Holy crap! Lin Yan was a gigolo all along; his house has collapsed to the ground!"

"I thought he had some talent, but all his official resources were probably obtained by sleeping with Shen Qingqiu, right?"

"Boycott celebrities with bad records! Does this pretty boy deserve to write songs for a museum?"

"The boy group from Xingyao is truly a positive force; at least they do charity work. That's what quality idols are all about!"

Attorney Zhang was so anxious that he paced back and forth.

"President Shen, this public opinion is deadly! Xingyao is practically dragging us into this mess!"

"They even leaked information about the museum project, clearly trying to steer the narrative towards a power-for-sex deal."

Attorney Zhang adjusted his glasses, adopting a professional demeanor.

"My advice is: send a lawyer's letter immediately! Say it was a work inspection at the time. Holding hands can be explained as a feigned moment, or that he helped you up when you lost your balance."

"As for cohabitation, I absolutely refuse to admit it! Just say the villa is a temporary office for the studio."

Shen Qingqiu took a sip of coffee.

She glanced at the chaotic insults on the screen, showing no anger whatsoever, as if watching a circus clown.

"A staged interview? A work-related investigation?" Shen Qingqiu glanced at Attorney Zhang. "Do you think this generation of netizens are all idiots?"

"But Mr. Shen, if we don't clear her name, Lin Yan's talent will be shattered! Not to mention your reputation as a diva..." Attorney Zhang pleaded earnestly.

Shen Qingqiu was too lazy to waste words, so he picked up his phone and switched to his Weibo account with 80 million followers.

Just then, the recording studio door opened.

Lin Yan walked out yawning, holding a sheet of music covered in scribbles in her hand.

"I'm starving. Boss, what do you want for lunch? Something light, my throat's practically burning." He strolled over to the island counter and poured himself a glass of water.

Attorney Zhang's blood pressure nearly spiked when she saw him acting like a coward, as if the sky were falling and he'd be using it as a blanket.

"Teacher Lin! You still have the nerve to be lazy! The internet is ripping you off! Everyone's saying you're a kept man!"

Lin Yan paused in his drinking, took out his phone, and glanced at the notifications.

After looking at the photo, he raised an eyebrow.

"This paparazzi shot has great composition; the lighting and shadows are quite artistic. It would fit perfectly as a poster."

Lin Yan pulled out a high stool and sat down, looking at Shen Qingqiu: "Boss, what are you planning to do?"

Shen Qingqiu stared straight at him: "Are you scared now that I said you're a kept man?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Lin Yan put down his water glass. "My lifelong dream is to find a rich woman to settle down with. This whole Xingyao thing is just warming up my emotions in advance."

Shen Qingqiu chuckled softly, genuinely amused this time.

She lowered her head and her slender fingers typed blindly on the screen.

Without hesitation, I clicked send.

"Alright, no need for public relations." Shen Qingqiu stood up and tossed his phone onto the table.

"Old Zhang, contact all the major music platforms."

"Open up all publicity channels. The museum's promotional song will be released online at noon tomorrow."

Attorney Zhang was completely stunned.

He shakily pulled out his phone and refreshed Shen Qingqiu's homepage.

With just one glance, he felt as if his CPU had burned out instantly.

Shen Qingqiu's latest post.

No official jargon, no lawyer's letter warnings, just two extremely arrogant and direct responses:

[The photos are real. I initiated the hand-holding. We lived together in the villa. There was no sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement, no quid pro quo. I was the one pursuing him, but I haven't won him over yet.]

[Also, please pay more attention to the work. The official promotional song for Xinghai City Museum will be released tomorrow at noon. By the way, thanks to Xingyao Entertainment for the free trending topic.]

The accompanying image is a killer shot: the two are in the kitchen, with Lin Yan wearing an apron and cooking noodles, her back view filled with the aroma of cooking.

The Weibo post was published in less than a minute.

The red light on the background server is flashing wildly; the programmer's keyboard is probably smoking from typing so much.

Holy crap!

Attorney Zhang uttered a vulgar curse, completely shattering his professional ethics.

The tens of millions of onlookers online fell into a five-second silence after seeing this post.

Five seconds later, the entire internet exploded.

The negative keywords that Xingyao spent a fortune on were instantly crushed by a dark red "Explosive" label:

#Shen Qingqiu bluntly announces: I'm pursuing Lin Yan!#

The comment section is taking off at a rate of tens of thousands of comments per second.

"Holy crap! A cold, aloof diva has descended to earth and forcefully taken in a cute, naive young man?!"

"Xingyao, are you blind?! What kind of 'under-the-table' nonsense is this?! This is blatant 'CEO falls in love with me'!"

"The point is, you haven't caught up yet! Lin Yan, are you impotent?! The diva is practically throwing herself at you, and you're still pretending to be reserved?"

"This PR is incredible! Xingyao must be thinking of jumping off buildings right now. This isn't just dirt on them, it's like they're forcing dog food (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) on netizens!"

"Has no one noticed the museum's promotional song? I'm already looking forward to it!"

The entire internet erupted in celebration because of Shen Qingqiu's blunder that defeated the master.

The online trolls hired by Xingyao failed to even make a ripple before being crushed into dust by a huge number of casual fans and CP fans.

The top floor of the Xingyao Building.

Mr. Zhao stared at the Weibo page, then his vision went black. He fell to the ground, chair and all, nearly ending up in the hospital again.

In a villa on the hillside.

Lin Yan stared at the malfunctioning phone screen and silently locked it.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu across from him and touched his nose: "Boss, are you serious?"

Shen Qingqiu walked up to him, and their breaths almost mingled.

"I don't like internal strife." She stared into Lin Yan's eyes, her words firm and resolute.

"I'll take what I want. You just focus on writing songs, and I'll handle the rest of the trouble."

Looking at the woman in front of him, who was cool to the core, Lin Yan smiled.

He grabbed the sheet music from the table.

"Okay. Good luck with your efforts, my dream will come true soon."