I Stole the Male Lead's White Moonlight [Transmigration] - Chapter 36

On Friday, the Fangyin Group incident had reached its peak, becoming a topic of discussion in almost every conversation.

A crowd had gathered at the base of the Fangyin Group building, all journalists who had been unable to contact Zhu Yin and were waiting there, hoping to get firsthand information.

Among them were men and women, checking updates on Weibo while scanning their surroundings, eager to catch a glimpse of Zhu Yin and land a major story.

“That’s Zhu Yin’s car!” someone shouted. The bald man who yelled was immediately pulled back by his colleague in black. “Keep your voice down.”

The sharp-eared journalists nearby quickly locked onto a sedan trying to bypass them and drive ahead.

“Is that Zhu Yin? I’ve never seen him in this car.”

“Not sure, but let’s follow it, just in case.”

A group of them sprinted after the car, but the two journalists who had spoken first remained rooted to the spot.

The bald man grinned at his colleague. “They’re so gullible. I just made that up there’s no way that’s Zhu Yin’s car.”

But his colleague in black stared, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding.

The journalists caught up with the sedan, which slowly came to a stop. The driver stepped out, opened the rear door, and there was Zhu Yin, the man they had been waiting days to see stepping out confidently and greeting the reporters with a smile. “Hello, everyone. You’ve all been working hard these past few days.”

Watching Zhu Yin get swarmed by their peers, the man in black felt a surge of anger. He smacked the bald man on the back of the head. “You idiot! That really was Zhu Yin’s car!”

He rushed over, but he was too late and too short to see or squeeze into the crowd. Stuck on the periphery, he could only strain to hear what was being said.

The reporters surrounding Zhu Yin were all vying for the scoop, talking over each other in a chaotic jumble of voices, making it impossible to understand anyone clearly.

Just then, the driver pulled a white, horn-shaped amplifier from the car, switched it on, and announced, “Listen up, everyone. Please choose one representative to ask a question. Chairman Zhu is very busy and can only answer one question. Discuss among yourselves and then come forward.”

Zhu Yin took the small amplifier from the driver. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave until I’ve answered your one question.”

The journalists were skeptical, but seeing Zhu Yin standing there confidently with the car doors closed, they figured even if he tried to run, they could stop him before he got away.

After some discussion, they selected the most renowned journalist from People’s Daily to ask the question.

Zhu Yin leaned against the car door, waiting. The chosen reporter, wearing a trench coat, stepped forward with a microphone while his colleague filmed.

“Mr. Zhu, recent online discussions about the Fangyin Group have been rampant. We’d like to ask: Has any company under the Fangyin Group engaged in tax evasion? And have the cancer patients who used Zhuxin body wash received compensation?”

The trench-coated reporter extended the microphone toward Zhu Yin, but Zhu Yin blocked it with the amplifier. “No need for the microphone. I’ll use this.”

“Let me clarify one thing first,” Zhu Yin began. “The reason negative news about the Fangyin Group spread so quickly online is that the group has been framed. All of that is fabricated lies spread by those trying to sabotage us. You asked if the Fangyin Group has evaded taxes. I can now tell you with certainty: No!”

“As for the issue with Zhuxin body wash, I consider that to be the second question, and I don’t have to answer it. However, given the despicable way you phrased your question, I’ve decided to respond: Zhuxin body wash does not contain carcinogens. Those terminal cancer patients demanding compensation from Fangyin Group were bribed and manipulated. That’s all I have to say. If you don’t believe me, check Weibo right now to verify the truth.”

After finishing her statement, Zhuyin took advantage of the reporters’ distraction as they checked Weibo, turned around, got into her car, and left.

Baldie had never approached the crowd. He had already seen the information on Weibo, the government’s official news account had personally debunked the rumors about Fangyin Group and provided evidence to prove the company’s innocence. Moreover, the police had already arrested the mastermind behind the plot to frame Fangyin Group.

While scrolling through Weibo, Baldie listened as the trench-coated reporter from the so-called People’s Gazette provoked Zhuyin with a foolish question, chuckling inwardly.

Sure, you guys are quick to rush in, but you’re also stupid.

The man in black, after checking Weibo, walked back to Baldie in frustration. “You must’ve seen the Weibo posts earlier. Why didn’t you warn me?”

Baldie rolled his eyes internally but put on an apologetic smile. “Brother Heizi, I was so engrossed in reading that by the time I realized, you were already back.”

The man in black scowled. “Let’s go back. We’ve wasted the last few days staking out here for nothing.”

Baldie and the man in black were reporters for the Bright Gazette. After returning to the office, the man in black dropped off his things and went home to rest, while Baldie stayed behind to work overtime and draft an article.

Baldie spent two hours writing about the confrontation between Zhuyin and the reporters, lavishly praising her as “magnanimous,” “composed,” “intolerant of injustice,” and “unable to stand wrongdoing.” The excessive flattery was almost nauseating.

After showing the article to the editor-in-chief, who was very pleased, Baldie was instructed to publish it immediately on the official Weibo account.

Within three minutes of the Bright Gazette’s post going live, it was reposted by Fangyin Group’s official account, and the two sides engaged in a very friendly interaction.

Netizens who had either not commented before or had previously criticized but now recognized their mistakes flocked to the post to apologize, joke around, and some even started a dedicated thread to praise Zhuyin.

Meanwhile, the mastermind, Li Heng, was being interrogated.

At first, no matter how the police questioned him, Li Heng calmly denied any involvement in the Fangyin Group incident. But when Fang Huai appeared and presented the evidence, Li Heng’s composure shattered.

His face twisted with rage as he leaped from his seat, trying to strangle Fang Huai, screaming, “Didn’t I pay you enough? Why did you betray me?”

The police quickly restrained Li Heng, handcuffing his hands behind his back.

Fang Huai, startled by the outburst, hurriedly followed the police out of the interrogation room.

Li Heng was forced back into his chair, his spirit broken.

From then on, no matter what the police asked, Li Heng cooperated fully and confessed everything. With the evidence solid, even if he had remained silent, the court could have convicted him based on the proof.

The Fangyin Group incident had fermented for five full days, yet it took only one day for the situation to calm down.

Perhaps out of a sense of compensation, netizens rushed to buy Fangyin Group’s stocks, driving the share price to soar to more than five times its previous peak.

The small shareholders who had sold their stocks were filled with regret and angrily called Zhu Yin to demand why she hadn’t told them the truth earlier. Zhu Yin was speechless. “Didn’t I say Fangyin Group was framed? Didn’t I say I was gathering evidence? Didn’t I warn you to think carefully before selling your shares?”

The small shareholders fell silent.

At 8 PM on Friday, Fangyin Group’s official Weibo account posted an announcement stating that the engagement between the chairman’s only daughter and Li Heng, the adopted son of Li Group’s chairman, had been called off. Furthermore, Fangyin Group would cease all future cooperation with Li Group.

Netizens were initially confused, unsure why the company had suddenly released such news. Later, Fangyin Group’s official account responded to a user’s question, revealing that the person behind the plot to frame Fangyin Group was none other than Li Heng.

The online community erupted in shock.

[Li Heng is an adopted son, not a biological one. Chairman Zhu only has one daughter, how lucky he was to become Fangyin Group’s future son-in-law. Why would he throw it all away?]

[Maybe it’s because he’s adopted. The Li family has a biological son, right? They treat him better, so Li Heng became twisted.]

[Even if what you’re saying is true, your issues are with the Li family. Why target Fangyin Group? What did they ever do to you?]

[To me, the most innocent one is the Zhu family’s young lady. I heard Li Heng deliberately approached her when she was naive, which allowed him as an adopted son to get engaged to her. He deceived her heart and then sabotaged her family’s company. The young lady is truly pitiful.]

The online discussions had nothing to do with Zhu Xinya. As soon as she saw Fangyin Group’s post about canceling the engagement, she excitedly video-called Que Hanfu.

“Sister!” Zhu Xinya’s face was flushed with excitement.

Que Hanfu asked, “Yaya, have you decided to accept me?”

Since their first kiss, Zhu Xinya had grown fond of the feeling. Though she couldn’t kiss her in person at that moment, she leaned close to the camera and gave it a soft peck. “I accept your pursuit.”

A meaningful glint flashed in Que Hanfu’s eyes. “I really wish you were here with me right now.”

Zhu Xinya understood her unspoken implication and averted her gaze. “I think before marriage that wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“What wouldn’t be appropriate?” Que Hanfu teased, feeling amused.

“You know what I mean~” Zhu Xinya hadn’t expected to trap herself with her own words.

“But after marriage, it would be okay,” Zhu Xinya hinted softly.

Que Hanfu was taken aback. “Yaya, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” she asked uncertainly.

Zhu Xinya touched her cheek, it was burning hot.

“What do you think I’m saying?” Her eyes shimmered with shyness.

Que Hanfu placed a hand over her heart, feeling it beat rapidly and grow even faster. “Yaya, are you proposing to me?”

Zhu Xinya nodded slightly, too embarrassed to look at Que Hanfu. She lowered her head and asked softly, “If I propose to you, will you say yes?” Her ears perked up, waiting for the response.

Que Hanfu fell silent for two seconds before sighing. “Yaya, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“How could I possibly refuse?”

Zhu Xinya quickly lifted her head. “Then get your household register ready, let’s go get our marriage certificate tomorrow!”

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