Pei Mingxuan was the type who would swallow her pain and never let others see her weaknesses. She shut herself in her room, blocking all incoming messages, waiting for this turbulent night to pass.

She knew she'd lost this round, but she wasn’t willing to admit defeat. One day, she would find a way to turn the tables.

After a sleepless night, she got up as dawn broke, applied her makeup, and turned on her phone, ready to head to the office to handle transition matters.

The moment she powered on, her phone was bombarded with calls.

Pei Mingxuan sneered, assuming it was the die-hard fans of Sun Mo who couldn’t leave her alone, calling her the moment her phone turned on.

But when she checked, it was her company.

At the top of her notifications was the latest Weibo trending topic.

> **#Shocking! The Truth Behind the Chaotic Love Triangle!**
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> **#Sun Mo’s Manager Takes the Fall**
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> **#Was Last Night’s Premiere an Attempt to Divert Fans' Anger Toward the Manager?**
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> **#Two-Faced Sun Mo, Cuckold King Yang Hong, Fish-Keeper Xu Meng**

Seeing these trending topics, Pei Mingxuan froze and immediately clicked on Weibo, finding several explosive posts pinned at the top of the trending page.

Just an hour ago, at 7:30 in the morning—peak rush hour—two marketing accounts had released videos riding on the lingering buzz from last night’s premiere, instantly igniting the internet.

Pei Mingxuan’s pupils dilated as she picked up the incessantly ringing phone, hearing the roar of the company’s vice president on the other end. After all, this had landed a critical blow on three of their moneymakers.

"Pei Mingxuan, did you do this?"

Pei Mingxuan responded coldly, "If I were capable of pulling this off, I would’ve done it last night."

"Forget it, go to Sun Mo's place. We can’t reach him, and you all need to figure out how to resolve this mess."

Pei Mingxuan scoffed, covering one ear, and said, "We’ve already terminated our contract. Why should I care about his crisis?"

"Are you that heartless? You’re the one who groomed him!"

"Yeah, yeah, I’m the most heartless person."

The other end seemed choked up. "So, you’re really not planning to help?"

“My home isn’t a dumpster, and I don’t do trash sorting.”

The other person could only say, “At least delete last night’s Weibo post.”

Pei Mingxuan laughed, "That's my Weibo, and I'll do what I want with it. Why should I delete it?”

That post was her way of protecting herself, a victim forced to defend herself, and she wasn’t about to take it down.

Instead of deleting it, she planned to open the comments section.

She couldn’t let down those who’d helped her by not stepping on Sun Mo when he was down.

With a sigh, she grabbed her handbag, turned on her heel, and set out for the Qin Dynasty Studio with the resolve of a professional manager.

Despite the early morning hour, online buzz was as heated as the previous night.

> "What am I seeing? Xu Meng first kissed Sun Mo, putting on a whole show of tragic romance, then turned around and kissed Yang Hong, saying she still loves him. And you call that a 'peaceful breakup' and 'reignited romance'?"
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> "Honestly, the love triangle between these three has left me totally confused."
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> "So Xu Meng’s breakup with Sun Mo was because of some bad guy? Then why last night…"
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> "She couldn’t afford to offend him, obviously. Bullying the weak and fearing the strong—what a coward. I thought the manager was right. What agent lets their artist date in the middle of their career peak?"
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> "So the manager was trying to spare our eyes from watching that cringe-worthy performance on stage, but sadly didn’t succeed. Now we’ve all been scarred by Sun Mo and Xu Meng."
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> "Thank goodness the manager broke ties; at least she escaped that mess. Honestly, a movie with those three sounds way too crowded."
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> "I was in the middle of editing a post to bash the manager when I saw this. Are you kidding me?"
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> "I’m worse off! I was just telling a friend how brave and open-minded those three were, and now my face hurts. My friends are giving me such weird looks. My credibility’s ruined!"

Sun Mo’s apartment door was being pounded on.

His assistant, Xu Meng’s assistant, and Yang Hong’s manager were all standing outside, frantically checking their phones with tense expressions, but no one opened the door.

Xu Meng, sleeping in the downstairs room, finally woke up from the noise. With a hangover pounding in her head and her body aching, she groggily sat up.

Recalling something, she quickly checked the bed beside her, relieved to find it empty.

As the banging continued outside, Xu Meng got herself together and went to open the door, hoping to avoid waking Sun Mo upstairs.

Seeing who it was through the peephole, she opened the door, frowning, "What’s with all the noise this early? Keep it down."

"Mengmeng, something big happened!"

"Where’s Yang Hong?"

"Where’s Brother Mo?"

Their questions made Xu Meng dizzy. "Yang Hong… he left a long time ago. Sun Mo should still be upstairs. What’s going on?"

"Yang Hong never went back! Didn’t you notice? His shoes are still here!" the manager shouted.

Xu Meng froze, taking a moment to process.

“Mengmeng, it’s a disaster! Look at your phone!” Xu Meng’s assistant held out a phone for her.

The screen showed two familiar videos, followed by the trending topic list and countless comments.

> "I can’t believe the sweet, hardworking idol I’ve followed for so long turned out to be like this…”
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> "Your idol is a piece of trash, cheating and manipulating Yang Hong!"
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> "Don’t worry, Yang Hong’s fans, your idol chose to be a backup. Maybe he just likes that role. Perfect match, huh?"
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> "Utterly revolting. The three of them should be banned from the industry. Their twisted morals are corrupting the entertainment world."
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> "Okay, but five years ago, Xu Meng was forced to break up with Sun Mo. I still feel bad for that young couple. Would they have turned out differently if they hadn’t broken up?"
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> "You’re so naïve. With the way she acts now, do you really think she’d sacrifice herself for anyone? Only an idiot like Sun Mo would believe that."

Xu Meng's face turned ashen as she read the first video’s comments, her lips trembling as she snatched the phone, her eyes glued to the screen. "How could this happen? How could this happen?!”

The comments tore apart her carefully cultivated public image, nailing her to the pillar of shame.

And the most troubling part—she had slandered Young Master Lin in that video.

If Young Master Lin saw it…

Xu Meng’s face drained of all color, and she began to shake uncontrollably. It was over. Truly over.

She scrambled upstairs, dashing toward the master bedroom. The other three followed closely behind.

Bursting through the door, she screamed, "Sun Mo, something terrible has happened, ahhhhhhh!"

> **[Ahhhhh! I just wanted to see if those three had seen the news and how they reacted—why do I have to suffer this mental contamination?!!!!]**

In the rare moment of a family breakfast, everyone was joyfully discussing the satisfying gossip from this morning when Ji Fei’s sudden mental broadcast startled them all, nearly causing them to drop their utensils.