Just before Jian Ning was about to start cursing, an extremely cold voice rang out from behind, easily squeezing in and wrapping around Jian Ning’s waist with a fiercely protective posture, eyes seemingly containing knives, forcibly pushing the group of fearless entertainment reporters back three or four steps.
It was Qiao Yu.
The scene fell silent for a moment. Everyone in the industry knew who Qiao Yu was – protective and vengeful, someone who could send even his ex-wife to a mental hospital when angry. Such a half-crazy lunatic, few dared to provoke.
But…
They had finally cornered Jian Ning alone outside, and now she was being taken away by Qiao Yu. The chances of finding her again would be incredibly slim. What if she just hid at home and refused to come out?
Valuing first-hand information, reporters from other companies began to retreat, unwilling but not daring to confront Qiao Yu directly, slowly walking away.
Yet one fearless reporter, hoping to make a name for themselves, walked halfway with the others, suddenly turned back. Whether from fear or something else, face flushed, holding a microphone labeled “New Water Entertainment”, he asked without hesitation: “Miss Jian, did Mr. Qiao really send you to a mental hospital?”
Qiao Yu’s face darkened, immediately looking down to gauge Jian Ning’s reaction, his heart trembling nervously.
Main Text, Chapter 46: Plea
Jian Ning barely noticed Qiao Yu beside her; she was already angry.
“Whether it’s true or not, what’s it to you?” Jian Ning’s face was cold, her gaze sharper than ever. “Aren’t you afraid I might impulsively kill you for stopping a mental patient?”
She let out a cold laugh, sporting a crew cut, her smooth lines almost sharp, a sinister smile playing on her face, looking both evil and terrifying. She said casually: “My memory isn’t great. I occasionally remember something… like how the mentally ill don’t need to bear criminal responsibility when they kill, right?”
The reporter’s face grew paler, ultimately so scared by her smile that his hand holding the microphone began to shake: “You… you…”
Jian Ning had no patience to engage further, pulling out her phone: “Let’s time this. If you haven’t disappeared within three minutes, you’ll bear the consequences.”
“……”
The reporter, pale-faced, glanced at Qiao Yu: “Qiao…”
