“In that case, do you know the identity of that mysterious man backing Yan Huan?” asked the host.
“I don’t,” said Su Muran, straightening her body. “But I believe I caught a glimpse of him once. He was pretty old.”
“Pfft!” Yan Huan spat out the milk in her mouth.
“Hubby, she called you an old man!” she said to Lu Yi who was in the kitchen.
With an apron on, Lu Yi walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles, something Yan Huan wanted to eat on a whim. Though he wasn’t the best cook, his noodles weren’t that bad either.
He squatted down, peeled Little Bean off Yan Huan’s body, and tossed it aside. The languid Little Bean sprawled out on the ground as soon as it landed. It was amusing to see a cat this lazy—you can’t even be sure if it’s a cat or a pig.
Appearance aside, even its manners were more like a pig now.
“Here,” said Lu Yi as he proceeded to feed Yan Huan. Yan Huan wriggled her fingers, then sighed and gave in. She was being spoiled too much.
“Ahh,” said Lu Yi, lifting the chopsticks to her lips. Yan Huan took a bite. On television, Su Muran was skillfully throwing shades at her, hinting at how many sugar-daddies she had.
Deep in thought, Yan Huan stared at Lu Yi’s face intently.
Lu Yi narrowed his eyes and put the bowl aside.
“What are you thinking about?”
Yan Huan pointed at the television, her red lips parting naughtily.
“Daddy.”
Lu Yi’s black pupils darkened. Asking for it now, aren’t ya? He went on her like a beast pouncing at its prey, satiating itself with hungry bites as the struggle went out of the latter.
The television was still on. The curtains swayed gently as the breeze fondled it, a corner lifting and falling from time to time. A stimulating aroma wafted through the strange air.
Su Muran, lavish with her insinuations, spared no efforts in sullying Yan Huan’s name. News of Yan Huan having a sugar-daddy, or sugar-mommy, even, spread all across the net. The situation was getting out of hand.
More rumors spread, each uglier than the previous. Just before Ye Shuyun was about to lose it, Yan Huan updated her Weibo at midnight.
This was the first time Yan Huan had posted anything in a long time. In her post, she attached a few photographs; one of which a shot of her marriage certificate, purposely flipped open to reveal her wedding photo.
The woman was Yan Huan, and the man wasn’t any old or ugly man, but a tough-looking man who looked like he had quite the personality.
The other pictures were of the sweet bits of their daily lives; the two of them giving Little Bean a shower, having a meal together, shopping while holding hands… None of the photos seemed intentional. There was a trust between them, so sweet that it was enough to make hearts melt.
Thank you for being a part of my life.
That was the caption, no more.
Among the many who shared her post, there was Liang Chen, Qi Haolin, Zhou Zizhe, and many directors who had worked with Yan Huan previously.
Yan Huan’s Weibo blew up overnight.
Her husband wasn’t hard to recognize either.
The most outstanding prosecutor of Sea City and a member of the Lu Family. He was the last person you would want to offend in Sea City, whether you are a businessman, a politician, or anything else.
Offend the deities and demons, but don’t offend Lu Yi.
Keeping this in mind would do you good.
Lu Yi never cared who the defendant was—as long as he was guilty, he would be on the losing side, no matter what kind of background he had.
He was the one and only nightmare of every businessman in the entire Sea City.
This solid move from Yan Huan was an instant slap on the face to those who had bad mouthed her.
With a husband like this, why would she even need a sugar-daddy? And now, no one would openly spread any rumors about her even if they knew anything.
Not because they don’t want to, but because they can’t.
Because of the Lu Family, the Ye Family, and the Lei Family.
The ones who badmouthed Yan Huan secretly swallowed their own words. The rumors against her disappeared by themselves, as though nothing had happened.
It was clearly an outstanding move from Yan Huan, and the person who took the biggest impact was obviously Su Muran, who recently claimed to have seen her with an old man.
Who was the old man? Where is the old man now?
Su Muran’s manager was bombarded with calls, leaving her no choice but to turn his phone off for now. He didn’t know what to say about Su Muran at this point.
What to do? What to do? The only solution, for now, was to suppress the news from surfacing. However, that was easier said than done now that Su Muran had openly defamed Yan Huan. Yan Huan had backed her innocence with evidence, proving Su Muran to be a liar. This obliberated Su Muran’s hard-earned popularity.
You see, fans can be a scary thing. They could approve their idols’ marriage and offer their blessings and accept the reality of them becoming someone else’s, but they wouldn’t tolerate one that would lie and drag others through the mud.
In a short time, a large number of Su Muran’s diehard fans turned on her. Despite her team’s efforts to come out with an explanation and salvage what’s left of her reputation, it wasn’t enough to fool the public. She tried to drag Yan Huan across the mud, but she herself got smeared by mud in the end.
With Su Muran’s temper, she wouldn’t have anyone who has offended her spending their days peacefully in the acting sphere. It would be a miracle for that person to even stay as an actor. And Yan Huan was one of the miracles. She opposed Su Muran and beat her at everything, yet she remained untouched. Lady Luck had definitely been on her side.
In her previous life, she couldn’t fight her; when Su Muran had fame and power, Yan Huan had already ceased to exist. However, in their standoff this life, she had Lu Yi to protect her.
Some people were born to be archenemies, just like she and Su Muran.
As for Yan Huan, the rumors against her were mostly out of the way, and her fans were supportive as well. Fans these days are cultured and generous, unlike the ones that would threaten suicide or pledge not to marry when their idols get married.
