Chapter 6: Emergency Public Relations

"President Fu, you still haven't answered me—when will the PR efforts begin?"

Fu Boyun set down his chopsticks and slowly raised his eyes, his gaze indifferent. "An artist who's preparing to terminate her contract isn't worth wasting resources on."

That single sentence made Jiang Yu's chest rise and fall in anger; she nearly choked on her own breath.

"President Fu, the netizens are always eager to dig up the truth. If this incident keeps escalating, the trouble will only grow. Don't you think so?"

Fu Boyun slowly rose to his feet, looking down at her from above. His voice was cold, laced with a hint of mockery. "Are you threatening me?"

Jiang Yu immediately lowered her head. "I wouldn’t dare, I was just—"

His eyes were icy, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he spoke in an unhurried tone. "If you don't dare, then keep quiet. Want to speak your mind? The door is right there—you can leave at any time."

Jiang Yu stood frozen, unable to utter a word.

Of course she knew—this man was never easily threatened.

His words were simple, yet they pierced her heart like a sharp thorn, reminding her that she had no means of retaliation.

Fu Boyun turned and left, while Jiang Yu’s mind was thrown into chaos.

This man truly knew how to seize upon her weaknesses.

Just a little stir, and she could be utterly ruined.

The situation did not calm down as Jiang Yu had hoped; instead, it intensified.

At noon, a video suddenly appeared online.

The footage showed Jiang Yu the previous night, dressed in an evening gown with a down coat draped over her shoulders, entering the Cloudtop Club. Just five minutes earlier, Yu Zhiyuan had also appeared at the same location. The brief video, only a few minutes long, had been edited by paparazzi to suggest all manner of ambiguity.

"Jiang Yu’s late-night rendezvous with President Yu at the club?"

"The popular starlet skips the red carpet for a private meeting with the producer."

"Has the new leading lady already been decided in advance?"

The clip caused an online explosion. Reporters' speculations and the comments of netizens pushed Jiang Yu into the very eye of the public storm.

Just as Jiang Yu was overwhelmed, her phone rang abruptly.

Her agent, Mu Qingran, spoke from the other end, "Jiang Yu, where are you?"

"At President Fu's place," Jiang Yu replied, her tone edged with fatigue and resignation.

The voice on the other end softened at once. "Come back to the office immediately—we need to deal with the trending search."

Jiang Yu hung up, a cold smile flickering across her lips.

These people would fawn over her endlessly when things were smooth, but now that trouble had arisen, they all wished to distance themselves completely.

In the meeting room, the atmosphere was so heavy it was hard to breathe.

Mu Qingran stood by the table, arms crossed, her voice cold and unyielding.

"Jiang Yu, do you have any idea how much this scandal has damaged your image?"

Jiang Yu lounged in her chair, gazing back lazily, offering no explanation.

Mu Qingran pointed at her, her tone edged with anger.

"What is wrong with you? You skipped last night's red carpet just to run off to Cloudtop Club? You didn’t cherish such a good opportunity—what were you thinking?"

Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, her tone flat. "Sister Mu, I was only following instructions. Don't blame me unjustly."

"Instructions? Whose instructions?" Mu Qingran was baffled.

Jiang Yu realized then that Mu Qingran truly knew nothing of the matter.

Song Zhining, standing nearby, spoke up softly, "It really was arranged. President Fu decided it—said there was a business discussion, so the meeting was set."

Mu Qingran was rendered speechless by this revelation.

At that moment, the meeting room door was pushed open from outside.

Fu Boyun entered slowly, his tall figure carrying an undeniable aura of authority.

He swept his gaze around the room, his tone calm and detached. "What’s all this commotion about?"