The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

She thought of those vicious private messages, Su Yuan's smug look, and the overwhelming online abuse... Her heart seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Shen Che turned around and looked at her with burning eyes: "Why do you want to apologize?"

Wenrou lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting two shadows on her face: "If it weren't for me, things wouldn't have turned out like this..."

"Gentle." Shen Che suddenly called her by her full name, his voice low and firm, "Look at me."

She subconsciously looked up and met a pair of amber-clear eyes. Shen Che's gaze was too focused, as if he wanted to see into the depths of her soul.

"You're not wrong," he said slowly, "but those who spread rumors and stir up trouble are wrong."

Wenrou's nose felt sore, and she quickly turned away. Her red eyes and Shen Che's hesitant expression were reflected in the car window.

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The car stopped in front of an apartment building.

Shen Che put on a mask and a hat and insisted on taking her upstairs. The small space in the elevator made the distance between the two so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Wenrou stared at the constantly jumping floor numbers, her heart beating so fast that it almost burst out of her chest.

"We're here." She stopped in front of the door, her hand still shaking slightly as she took out the key.

Shen Che suddenly reached out and pressed the door handle: "Wait a minute." His voice was a little hoarse, "Don't go online these days, get some rest. Work matters..."

"I understand." Wenrou interrupted him, forcing a smile, "If I need to resign..."

"No need." Shen Che said firmly, his eyes suddenly sharp, "I won't let anyone force you to leave."

These words were like a key that suddenly opened a dusty box deep in Wenrou's heart. She remembered that in those worlds, Chu Mo had stood before her like this and said to her, "I won't let anyone hurt her."

Memories and reality overlapped, and Wenrou's vision suddenly blurred. She hurriedly turned to open the door, but the next second Shen Che grabbed her wrist.

"Gentle." His voice was soft, yet it carried a force that could not be ignored. "Trust me, everything will be fine."

The sunlight slanted in from the corridor window, casting a golden halo between the two of them.

Shen Che's fingertips were warm and dry, gently stroking the skin on the inside of her wrist, as if conveying some kind of silent promise.

Wenrou opened her mouth, but no sound came out. In the end, she just nodded lightly.

After closing the door, she slowly slid down to sit on the ground against the door panel, finally letting her tears burst out.

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The phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from Shen Che:

【Remember to eat】

Ignore those voices

I'm here

Those three short sentences made Wenrou cry even harder. She hugged her knees tightly, letting her tears soak her clothes.

Outside the window, the setting sun dyed the sky a brilliant orange-red, just like the last sunset Chu Mo took her to see in that world.

At the same time, Shen Che stood downstairs, looking up at Wenrou's floor. He took off his mask, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became firm. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The setting sun stretched his shadow long, lonely and stubborn, imprinted on the ground. Just like the figure who had waited with a sword in hand many years ago.

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As night fell, Wenrou curled up on the sofa, the cold light of the TV screen dancing on her pale face. All major entertainment channels were reporting on today's "on-set conflict." Close-ups of Su Yuan's tears were played repeatedly, while her image was maliciously edited to appear arrogant and domineering.

My phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from my best friend Lin Xiaoyu:

[Rou Rou! Shen Che posted on Weibo!!!]

She reached out her hand gently and tremblingly, her fingertips hovering over the screen for a long time before clicking on the link.

The page jumped to Shen Che's Weibo homepage, where the latest post was published three minutes ago. There was no elaborate PR team's elaborate speech, just two simple lines:

"@Gentle is my personally selected assistant. Her professionalism and character are impeccable. Anyone who fabricates rumors or slanders her should be prepared to bear legal responsibility."

The accompanying image is a lawyer's letter, stamped with the law firm's official seal. It clearly lists the IDs of more than a dozen marketing accounts that spearheaded the rumor-mongering, along with prominent legal clauses like "suspected defamation" and "infringement of reputation rights." At the bottom is Shen Che's handwritten signature, its handwriting as sharp as a knife.

The comment section has exploded, and the number of reposts has soared at a visible rate:

[The real boss is here in person!]

[This tone is so strong, I love it]

I told you it wasn't that simple...

[Those marketing accounts are in trouble]

[Shen Che is so manly, protecting his assistant so well]

The sound of rain outside the window gradually died down, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the eaves.

Wenrou curled up on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously stroking the screen of her mobile phone.

The atmosphere in Shen Che's Weibo comment section seemed to be improving, but she knew it was just an appearance - the most vicious comments were often hidden in reposts and private messages.

Sure enough, the moment she refreshed the page, a new trending search rose to the top of the list at an astonishing speed: [Su Yuan responds]. A crimson "explosion" (explosion) followed the entry, like a drop of glaring blood.

Su Yuan’s Weibo post only has one simple line of text: “The innocent are innocent. I see clearly that not everyone in this world is kind.” The accompanying picture is a black and white side profile photo. The corners of her eyes are slightly red, and she looks pitiful.

This ambiguous post was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The comment section was immediately flooded with speculation and associations:

[Yuanyuan felt wronged, didn't she?]

[Is this a reference to a certain assistant?]

[I knew it wasn't that simple!]

[Shen Che was deceived and felt sorry for Yuanyuan]

Her gentle fingers trembled slightly, and the words on the screen began to blur. She clicked on the trending topic and was overwhelmed by the overwhelming hostility.