Chapter 32: Don't Try to Persuade Me, Just Kneel

The police officer hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, we've checked all the videos. You can rest assured."

Bai Lu breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the doorframe, speaking slowly, "My mother doesn't want me anymore, and my father is in the hospital with my sister. It's alright, I'll be eighteen in a month and officially an adult. I can take care of myself."

The commotion from the press conference a few hours ago was still fresh; the police officer naturally knew about it. Hearing the girl's words, his heart twisted with pain.

But there was nothing to be done; just one month short, she was still a minor.

He softened his tone as much as possible, "Do you have a management company? Your agent can come too."

Bai Lu shook her head, "I don't have an agency. My parents are my agents. Officer, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

The police officer hesitated, "Alright."

Once seated, he shared the investigation results with Bai Lu.

"There are many fingerprints on the rabbit plush toy, but only one on the SD card. After collecting fingerprints from the entire crew, the results matched quickly. It's the crew's coordinator."

Bai Lu's heart tightened, "The coordinator is diligent and responsible, well-reputed in the industry. Many crews invite him proactively... so I might not be the only victim."

"You're very sharp," the police officer said. "That's exactly why we're here. We haven't found more videos on the coordinator's computer for now, but his accounts show many large transactions, which we haven't had time to investigate yet. So, we're here to ask if you, Little Lu, have ever heard of rumors about... well, actresses being extorted?"

Bai Lu shook her head, "I haven't heard anything."

This answer didn't surprise the police.

After all, such matters concern a girl's reputation and purity; afraid of gossip, few have the courage to report to the police, most choose to pay off the trouble.

Actresses, even more so.

No one would speak openly about such things. This was just routine questioning—not just Bai Lu, but everyone in the crew would be asked.

"Thank you, officer. You've worked hard, goodbye~"

Little Bai Lu was so adorable that, if not for official duty, the police officer would have wanted a photo and autograph.

Closing the door, Bai Lu narrowed her eyes.

In her previous life, she had seen Wu Liping and the coordinator meet secretly several times in the crew. But she hadn't thought much of it, assuming Wu Liping was bribing the coordinator to spread rumors of her being a diva.

Perhaps it was more complicated than that?

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Netizens couldn't trace the origin of the leaked ten-second video, but Yu Fuqing could.

He paid to remove all trending topics related to himself, pushing those implicating Shen Xinluo as the culprit to the top. His secretary soon found the answer.

"Mr. Yu, we've traced the IP to Bai Lu's laptop. There's no mistake; the video was uploaded from her computer. But the tech can't confirm whether it was Bai Lu herself, because her laptop was hacked."

Yu Fuqing's gaze darkened, "So it could've been Bai Lu who leaked the video, or the hacker who broke into her computer."

The secretary nodded, "Exactly."

"Can you find out who hacked Bai Lu's computer?"

"Wu Liping," the secretary replied directly.

Yu Fuqing gritted his teeth in fury, "It must be Wu Liping. She wants to sow discord between me and Little Lu, and force me to marry that wretch Shen Xinluo. Wu Liping is dreaming!"

A bead of cold sweat slid down the secretary's brow, "Mr. Yu, Chairman Yu asked me to relay a message."

"Go on."

"If you dare bring that floozy Shen Xinluo home as your wife, I'll strike your name from the inheritance list," the secretary conveyed faithfully.

Instead of getting angry, Yu Fuqing was stunned, "Has my father lost his mind? Why would he think I'd want to marry someone like Shen Xinluo? Does he think I have no standards?"

The secretary: "............"

Standards or not, you certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.

"Tell Chairman Yu, I'd rather let the Yu family die out than marry Shen Xinluo." Yu Fuqing knocked on the desk. "By the way, have you finished investigating Wu Liping and Shen Yanghong's accounts? It's been over a month!"

"Mr. Yu, that's truly impossible. The couple are addicted gamblers—debts to casinos can be traced, but messy illegal loans can't. Their accounts show massive, frequent transactions."

"You must find out even if it's impossible," Yu Fuqing growled, "If they want to borrow money, they have to use Bai Lu's name. Bai Lu is an artist of Yu Xing Entertainment; any negative news about her means losses for the company. Check every transaction, one by one!"

"Understood."

Yu Fuqing rubbed his brow, "How's Little Lu?"

"She's stayed in her room all night, hasn't come out, and missed dinner. The makeup artist tried to bring her food, but she wouldn't let anyone in. Only the police were allowed in for questioning. Mr. Yu, if you try knocking now, you'll likely be turned away."

Yu Fuqing: "What time is Bai Lu's flight tomorrow? Remind me four hours in advance—no, make it four hours!"

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The next morning.

As Bai Lu opened her door, she saw Yu Fuqing standing outside. The moment he saw her, he dropped to his knees with a thud.

"Little Lu, Fuqing brother was wrong!"

The corridor bustled with crew members packing their luggage.

Witnessing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Bai Lu's lips twitched uncontrollably, "Yu Fuqing, get up, everyone's watching."

Yu Fuqing gazed at her with deep affection, "Little Lu, I don't care who sees."

Bai Lu gritted her teeth, "I do!"

If rumors about her and Yu Fuqing spread again, she'd rather die.

Yu Fuqing felt a warmth in his heart—Little Lu still cared about him, worried he'd lose face.

"Little Lu, you—"

Bai Lu ignored him, stepped around Yu Fuqing, and went to the buffet for breakfast.

When she returned, Yu Fuqing was still kneeling outside her door.

Like a stubborn patch!

"Little Lu, Young Master Yu is kneeling for you, just forgive him,"

This world is never short of sycophants currying favor with capital.

"That's right, Little Lu, at least hear what Young Master Yu wants to say."

"He wants to kneel, that's his business," Bai Lu sneered. "If he enjoys kneeling, let him kneel. I'll see how long he can last."

With that, she closed the door and went back to sleep.

Several crew members went up, chattering, urging him to stop.

"Young Master Yu, Bai Lu isn't responding even after you knelt. What's the point?"

Director Zhang passed by, sighing, "Think about it, if Little Lu didn't like him, why would she act this way? She likes him, that's why she's angry—and anger means ignoring him."

Yu Fuqing's spirits lifted—Director Zhang was right!

He declared affectionately, "No need to persuade me. I'll kneel until Little Lu is willing to listen to me!"