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Even under Li Meng's carefully planned cover, the news of Jiang Yubo's visit to Ye Wanqing's luxurious residence still could not escape Xiong Xiaoman's sharp eyes.

The latter single-handedly pushed this low-key meeting to the forefront of hot searches, making the names of Jiang Yubo and Ye Wanqing shine side by side at the top of public opinion again.

The direction of this hot search has quietly changed. It is no longer limited to the groundless speculation that "Ye Wanqing is suspected of keeping Jiang Yubo in captivity", but has deepened to "exploring the deep motives behind Ye Wanqing's love for Jiang Yubo."

Indeed, Jiang Yubo's appearance that can turn everyone upside down is undoubtedly an important bargaining chip to attract Ye Wanqing's attention. After all, Ye Wanqing has always had her own unique insights and persistence in the pursuit of beauty.

However, in this complex field of public opinion, a more subtle and intriguing clue gradually surfaced.

Some people had sharp eyes and noticed the indescribable similarities between Jiang Yubo and Lin Xuan. Although the years had left traces of maturity on Lin Xuan, and Jiang Yubo was still in his youthful years, their temperaments were completely different.

But when viewed from the side or in some casual moments, their facial contours are surprisingly similar, as if they were a coincidence in the intersection of time.

This discovery undoubtedly adds a bit of confusion to this public opinion storm.

How could Jiang Yubo, an 18th-tier unknown who had only debuted for a few months and was still lingering on the edge of the entertainment industry, win Ye Wanqing's special attention?

Perhaps, it was his resemblance to Lin Xuan that was difficult to distinguish between true and false that became the key to opening Ye Wanqing's heart.

Speaking of Ye Wanqing and Lin Xuan, their six-year marriage, which once caused a sensation, was exposed to the world because of Xu Xinyi's secret planning. Ye Wanqing's deep affection for Lin Xuan has long been an open secret in the circle and is difficult to erase.

Now, whether this old love has found some kind of sustenance in the new person, or whether Ye Wanqing is trying to regain every bit of information related to Lin Xuan through Jiang Yubo, has become an lingering question in everyone's mind.

At first, it was Xu Xinyi's exposure that made the secret marriage agreement between Lin Xuan and Ye Wanqing public, instantly pushing Ye Wanqing to the forefront of public opinion, with accusations and criticisms pouring in like a tide.

However, as Xu Xinyi's behind-the-scenes manipulation gradually surfaced, the public's attention began to shift, and people began to examine the complicated relationship between Ye Wanqing and Lin Xuan from a new perspective.

Even though it was a marriage agreement lacking emotional warmth, Ye Wanqing's various contributions during the marriage were facts that could not be ignored.

Her care and concern for Lin Xuan far exceeded what a wife who existed only based on an agreement could give.

If it is said that Ye Wanqing has no feelings for Lin Xuan, such an assertion is probably even more unbelievable than the authenticity of the agreement itself.

Now, the rumor that "Jiang Yubo looks like Lin Xuan" is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the entertainment circle. The curiosity of netizens has been completely ignited, and they have speculated about the story behind it.

Although Li Meng tried her best and took great pains to calm down the wave of public opinion, the undercurrents within the entertainment industry were far from stopping.

This news spread like a gust of wind, quickly spreading to every corner of the circle, and finally reached the ears of Qin Huai and others, and then was quietly passed on to Old Lady Lin.

Faced with the continuous turmoil in the past six months, Mrs. Lin's mood has become unusually peaceful:

"I'm already at this age, so I won't interfere in their affairs."

She chose to let go with a detached attitude, unwilling to worry about these troubles anymore.

Lin Xuan himself, as always, stayed away from gossip. Except for a few close people like Qin Huai, no one dared to bring up these sensitive topics in front of him.

The turmoil in the entertainment industry seems to have nothing to do with him, and he still maintains that rare indifference and detachment.

Regarding the rumors that "Ye Wanqing was suspected of giving special care to Jiang Yubo because he looked somewhat similar to herself", Lin Xuan was the last person to be affected by the rumors.

Out of some subtle considerations, Qin Huai did not call Lin Xuan directly, but chose to gently throw this stone of public opinion in the public private space of the circle of friends.

In the dead of night, Lin Xuan was scrolling aimlessly on his phone screen when Qin Huai's update came unexpectedly and instantly attracted all his attention.

The dynamic content is concise and direct. A screenshot of gossip news, accompanied by a comparison photo of Jiang Yubo and Lin Xuan, silently tells the speculation and discussion of the outside world.

This was the first time that Lin Xuan saw the true face of the little star who was rumored to have had an affair with Ye Wanqing. He looked at her carefully, but a trace of disdain arose in his heart.

In his opinion, Jiang Yubo did not have many similarities with himself, and the so-called "resemblance" was nothing but the groundless imagination of people when they were bored.

A scornful smile appeared on his lips, and he immediately exited the Moments interface, but ripples involuntarily arose in his heart.

Could Ye Wanqing, the woman he had been married to for six years, do such a ridiculous thing? He didn't want to believe it, nor did he want to let such a thought take root in his heart.

However, like wildfire, once the idea is ignited, it is difficult to contain it.

Lin Xuan's mind kept replaying the scene of Ye Wanqing lying on the sickbed, unconsciously calling his name. The deep affection and attachment in her voice made him feel mixed emotions.

Finally, he could no longer endure the torment and sat up suddenly in bed.

The air-conditioning filled the room, creating an almost dead silent atmosphere. However, Lin Xuan preferred this kind of coldness because it allowed him to stay rational and not be swayed by emotions.

He walked slowly to the sofa, opened the cigar box on the table, carefully selected a cigarette, trimmed the butt with scissors, and then lit it.

In the dim room, the faint light of the cigar became the only source of light, and even the exhaled smoke seemed to blend into the darkness.

Time seemed to stand still, Lin Xuan was immersed in his own thoughts. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up again, bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the coffee table, unlocked the screen, and his eyes fell on Qin Huai's circle of friends again.

He looked at the comparison photo again, thinking to himself: Is Jiang Yubo really similar to me? The answer is no.

So, Ye Wanqing, would she really do such a thing?

He couldn't give a definite answer, so he could only frown. Finally, he put out his cigar and lay back on the bed with a heart full of doubts.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone onto the busy city, the president's office was already a busy scene.

Zhao Yu pushed the door open and saw Lin Xuan's tall figure sitting at the desk. There was an invisible pressure in the air.

"It's another busy and fulfilling day."

Zhao Yu muttered to himself. Just as he sat down, the soy milk in his hand had not yet touched his lips when the intercom phone rang suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked quickly towards the door that symbolized power and responsibility. After knocking gently and getting permission, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Lin Xuan sat there, his face expressionless, and he just said coldly: "Help me find someone."

"Mr. Lin, who are you looking for?" Although Zhao Yu had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to show any negligence on his face.

"Jiang Yubo." Lin Xuan's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to carry irresistible power.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but show a hint of surprise when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure and replied respectfully:

"No problem, I'll do it right away."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Lin Xuan's eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment by this question, then he reacted, turned around quickly, and hurried out of the office.

Lin Xuan hadn't slept all night, and now he closed his eyes, leaning back in his office chair, his mind racing. He knew that today was a particularly heavy day, and Zhao Yu also felt the pressure, not daring to slack off.

In less than half an hour, Zhao Yu returned to the office with Jiang Yubo's detailed information.

However, when he saw Jiang Yubo's background, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant. Is it really appropriate for him to hand this information directly to Lin Xuan?

The relationship between the Jiang and Lin families has always been delicate and tense. While not diametrically opposed, their interactions over the years have been limited to business cooperation, with little personal connection.

Jiang Yubo is actually the youngest son of the Jiang family. This identity undoubtedly adds a bit of complexity and sensitivity to the whole matter.

"Mr. Lin."

Zhao Yu knocked on the door gently, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and carefully placed the documents on Lin Xuan's desk.

Lin Xuan felt a dull pain in his temple. He reached out and picked up the heavy document, slowly opening the cover.

On the first page, Jiang Yubo's detailed information came into view, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

People from the Jiang family... Lin Xuan frowned, his gaze involuntarily turning to the left side of the desk, where the cactus sent by Ye Wanqing used to be placed, but now it is empty, leaving only a faint trace, as if telling a story of the past.