Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

Zhao Qingyu's eyes were fixed on the computer screen as if attracted by a magnet. The negative news scrolling on it were like a snarling demon, densely filling the entire page and almost drowning her sight.

Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and a deep "川" character formed between her eyebrows, as if an insurmountable mountain range was lying there.

Each piece of fake news is like a sharp dagger, stabbing fiercely at the reputation of Yumo Group. It is the monument they have painstakingly built, but now it is crumbling under these malicious attacks.

"These people are so hateful!" Zhao Qing was shaking with anger. Her slender fingers clenched into fists involuntarily, and her knuckles turned white from the force, like dead branches covered with frost and snow in winter.

Her voice trembled slightly with anger, and her eyes burned with two flames of rage. "This is all fabricated nonsense. They are like a group of rats hiding in a dark corner, trying to use these lies and slander to destroy the reputation we have built with so much effort."

The assistant beside him was equally furious, his eyes blazing with rage like a volcano about to erupt. His fists were clenched tightly, and veins bulged on his forehead like angry snakes wriggling.

"Mr. Zhao, what should we do now? This news is spreading like wildfire. Many partners have already called to inquire about the situation, and their tone is full of worry and doubt."

Zhao Qingyu took a deep breath, the breath rising and falling violently in her chest, like waves in a storm. She tried to calm herself down, like a helmsman trying to steady a ship in a storm.

"We must first gather evidence, not letting go of any source or dissemination path of false information. We must contact major media outlets and communicate sincerely with them to see if they can issue clarification statements as soon as possible to let the public know the truth. Furthermore, we must spare no effort to identify the source of this false information, just like tracking down cunning prey. Once identified, we will unhesitatingly take legal action if necessary to bring the perpetrators behind this to justice."

On the set, the bright light of the spotlight was like a scorching sun, burning everyone.

Xiao Jingmo had just finished a scene, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks and wet his clothes.

However, his eyes were somewhat wandering, lacking the focus they once had.

The director's face was as serious as the cold winter and as black as the bottom of a pot. He strode over, and every step was like a sledgehammer hitting the ground, full of dissatisfaction.

"Xiao Jingmo, what's wrong with you today? This is the third time. Your state is completely wrong. It's like a puppet that has lost its soul. You didn't perform the feeling I wanted at all. Look at your previous scene. It should have been an emotional climax, but you performed it flat and uninspiringly."

Xiao Jingmo's face was full of apology, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of guilt.

"Director, I'm sorry. Something has happened at the company recently. Those troubles have been haunting me like ghosts, distracting me a little. I know this isn't an excuse, but I really didn't mean it."

The director snorted, and the sound was like a gust of cold wind blowing out of his nose.

"I don't care what's going on with your company. You're on my set now. This is a temple of art, not a place for you to handle company matters. You have to be responsible for this play and the entire crew. If you continue like this, I'll have to consider replacing you. I can't let one person's problem ruin the quality of the entire play."

Xiao Jingmo's heart sank, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, making him breathless. He knew that the director was a man of his word and was not joking.

But the Yumo Group was now facing a huge crisis, like a ship about to sink in the storm. How could he just sit there and do nothing? That was his and Zhao Qingyu's common dream, the fruit of their hard work.

Back in the rest area, Xiao Jingmo couldn't wait to take out his cell phone and called Zhao Qingyu.

His fingers were trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of worry. "Qingyu, what's the situation?"

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Qingyu's voice sounded hoarse and tired, like a traveler who had a long journey in the desert.

"Not so good. These negative news stories are like tenacious weeds. They can't be completely eradicated, but they spring up again in the spring breeze. Our PR team is already swamped. How are you doing? Is filming going smoothly?"

Xiao Jingmo was silent for a moment, his lips pursed tightly, as if to keep all the bad news in his mouth. "The director just came to me and he's very dissatisfied with my performance. If I continue like this, I might lose the role. This role is very important to me, but the current situation of the company... I really don't know what to do."

"How can that be!" Zhao Qingyu raised her voice anxiously, her voice trembling with anxiety as it came through the phone. "This role is of great significance to your acting career. You can't lose it. I'll do my best to handle it from the company's side. You must focus on filming and not let these negative things affect your career. We can't lose both sides."

"How can I concentrate on filming? Yumo Group is our common hard work, just like our child. Now it is under attack. I feel like a negligent father. I can't stand idly by." Xiao Jingmo's tone was firm and resolute, with an unyielding light in his eyes.

"Jing Mo, I know what you mean, and I am as anxious as you are. But now we have to divide the work and cooperate with each other, just like comrades on the battlefield. You have a great influence in the entertainment industry. If there is a problem because of this role, it will be a blow to your image and will also have an adverse impact on the company's image. I will solve these troubles as soon as possible. Believe me, we will definitely get through this difficult time." Zhao Qingyu tried to make her voice sound more convincing, as if she was cheering up Xiao Jingmo and herself.

Xiao Jingmo sighed, and that sigh was full of helplessness and reluctance. "Okay, you must take care of your body and don't get too tired. If you need me, be sure to tell me, I'm always ready to face it with you."

"Yes, I will. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, we can do it." After Zhao Qingyu finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Like a recharged warrior, she quickly threw herself into the tense work of dealing with negative information, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

Elsewhere in the city, in a dimly lit room, the lights dim as will-o'-the-wisp, competitors gathered together, watching the news of Yumo Group's turmoil. Smirks appeared on their faces, like fangs flickering in the darkness. "Hmph, this is just the beginning. We're going to make it so they can't recover, to feel the pain of falling from the clouds to the depths of the valley," one of them said viciously, his eyes filled with envy and resentment, a gaze that seemed to penetrate the walls and pierce the direction of Yumo Group.