It Started With a Kiss: Leng Shao's Beloved Wife

Struggle in difficult situations

Li Mingyuan's wrist was tightly grasped by Luo Yichen. She frowned in pain, but dared not show any panic. A hypocritical smile was still on her face. "Yichen, why are you here? I just came to help Xinyan change clothes. Time is almost too late."

Luo Yichen ignored Li Mingyuan's explanation. His sharp eyes swept over the black dress, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He knew Li Mingyuan too well. This woman seemed gentle and kind on the surface, but in fact she was very scheming. She would never help Wu Xinyan out of kindness.

"No need," Luo Yichen said coldly, "I've found a solution."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite gift box from behind his back and handed it to Wu Xinyan, "This is the dress I had prepared for you. Try it on and see if it fits you."

Wu Xinyan looked at Luo Yichen in surprise, her eyes full of emotion and trust. She took the gift box and opened it. Inside was a light blue evening dress with a simple and generous style, yet elegant and noble, which was very consistent with her temperament.

"Thank you," Wu Xinyan said softly. She knew that it was not easy to find a suitable dress in such a short time. Luo Yichen must have put a lot of thought into it.

Time was running out, so Wu Xinyan didn't delay any longer. She quickly changed into her dress and walked out of the lounge accompanied by Luo Yichen.

On the stage, the charity gala is in progress and the host is introducing the next donor of the charity auction items.

"Next, let us invite the wife of the president of Luo Group, Ms. Wu Xinyan, to the stage!"

The spotlight instantly fell on Wu Xinyan. She walked onto the stage gracefully with a faint smile on her face. Despite the accident just now, she still showed extraordinary grace and confidence.

In the audience, Wu Xinyan's appearance was greeted with warm applause. They did not pay much attention to the changes in her clothing, but were attracted by the tenacity and elegance she exuded.

Host Qian walked over to Wu Xinyan and said with a smile, "We're so glad you could come to tonight's charity gala. We all know you had some minor problems with your outfit, but you still insisted on coming here. Your love and courage are admirable."

Wu Xinyan nodded slightly to express her gratitude.

Qian continued, "In fact, clothes are just external things. What is truly important is our inner love and support for charity. We gather here tonight for those in need. We hope that everyone will donate generously to bring them warmth and hope."

Host Qian's remarks drew everyone's attention back to the theme of the charity gala, and the atmosphere on the scene became warmer and more touching.

Wu Xinyan stood on the stage, looking at the kind faces below, her heart filled with emotion. She knew that tonight's charity gala would be a complete success, and she and Luo Yichen would face the challenges of the future together.

However, the next day, the major media reports on this charity gala cast a shadow over Wu Xinyan and Luo Yichen's hearts again...

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the French windows, but Luo Yichen's brows were furrowed as he stared at the tablet in his hand, his expression terribly gloomy. Wu Xinyan rubbed her sleepy eyes, noticing her husband's unusual behavior and asked with concern, "What's wrong? What's bothering you so much so early in the morning?"

Luo Yichen handed the tablet to her and said in a low voice: "Look for yourself."

Wu Xinyan took a look at it and her face turned grim. On the screen, the headlines of various entertainment sections were filled with negative reports about last night's charity gala, with sensational headlines:

"The wife of President Luo's clothing is in question, is there a cross-dressing show at the charity gala?"

"A high-priced dress was found to have a flaw. Did the Luo Group cut corners?"

"A wealthy family's daughter-in-law was ignored by her family and forced to wear hand-me-downs at a charity event?"

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Some of these reports were groundless, while others were malicious speculations. They magnified a simple clothing issue, directed the spearhead at the reputation of the Luo Group and Wu Xinyan's situation, and even fabricated false information such as "family neglect" and "internal conflicts" in an attempt to trigger negative public evaluation of the Luo family.

Wu Xinyan's heart sank. She knew someone was deliberately manipulating this, trying to use this incident to attack the Luo family. But she didn't understand who she had offended to be so meticulously framed.

Luo Yichen held her hand, his eyes full of heartache and determination: "Don't worry, I will handle this matter and won't let anyone hurt you."

He immediately contacted the PR team and held an urgent press conference. At the press conference, reporters had already packed the seats, and flash cameras were flashing non-stop, all waiting for Luo Yichen's response.

Luo Yichen, dressed in a black suit, walked to the podium with a serious expression. He did not avoid the reporters' sharp questions, but frankly explained the truth of last night's clothing incident, made Li Mingyuan's actions public, and presented relevant evidence.

"We deeply regret Ms. Li's actions and reserve the right to pursue legal action against her. At the same time, I must emphasize that the Roche Group has always upheld the principles of operating with integrity and giving back to society. We are deeply committed to philanthropy and will not tolerate malicious slander."

His voice was sonorous and resounding, exuding a powerful aura and leadership. However, the reporters were not satisfied with this. They pressed the issue, asking, "Mr. Luo, you said you would punish those responsible. Besides Ms. Li, does this also include your family? After all, there have been rumors that your family doesn't approve of Ms. Wu's identity..."

Luo Yichen's face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, a warm hand gently stopped him. He turned to look at Wu Xinyan beside him. She took a deep breath, walked forward, and slowly spoke into the microphone...

"Hello, friends from the media. I'm Wu Xinyan." Her voice was gentle yet firm, like a stream of fresh air, instantly calming the restless atmosphere. She faced the camera calmly, her eyes clear and sincere. "I know there's been a lot of coverage about me lately, and I'm deeply sorry for the inconvenience this has caused you all.

She paused and continued, "I come from an ordinary background, without a distinguished family background, but I am very lucky to be able to marry Yi Chen and become a member of the Luo family. I am always grateful for this hard-earned happiness, and I also hope to contribute my own strength to this family and to society."

"Charity is something I've always wanted to do. It has nothing to do with identity or status; it's all about a genuine desire to help others. Although there were some incidents with my outfit last night, this won't affect my passion and determination for charity. In the future, I hope to work with Yichen to do our best to help more people in need."

Wu Xinyan's sincerity and determination moved everyone present, resulting in thunderous, prolonged applause. The video of her speech quickly went viral, sparking heated discussion online. Most people, moved by Wu Xinyan's kindness and resilience, expressed their support and encouragement. Public opinion began to shift, and doubts about the Luo Group gradually subsided.

However, the turmoil did not subside. Although Luo's stock price had rebounded, it had not yet returned to its previous level. Within the company, some senior executives began to question Luo Yichen's decision, believing that he should not affect the company's interests for the sake of a woman.

"Yichen, is it really worth it for you to do this? For the sake of Wu Xinyan, you put the company in the spotlight and even offended those old shareholders. Have you ever thought about the consequences?" Luo Yichen's uncle, the vice chairman of Luo Group, asked in a heavy tone.

Luo Yichen's face was calm, his eyes firm. "Uncle, I believe that those who are innocent will be cleared, and time will prove everything. I love Ai Yan, and I believe in her character even more. As for the company, I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to overcome the difficulties we face."

Luo Yichen's words were powerful, but they couldn't completely dispel his uncle's doubts. He looked at Luo Yichen deeply, finally sighed, and turned to leave the office.

At the same time, on the other side, Li Mingyuan was looking at the news online and was so angry that she smashed the red wine glass in her hand to pieces.

"Damn Wu Xinyan, how dare she plot against me! I won't let her off easy!" Li Mingyuan gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment. "I'm going to ruin her reputation and make her get out of the Luo family forever!"

She picked up her phone and dialed a number, her tone sinister, "Hello, it's me, please help me contact..."

Li Mingyuan's carefully planned "counterattack" failed, and Wu Xinyan's sincere response won the public's understanding and support, which made her even more annoyed. In anger, she smashed more expensive ornaments, and the sharp fragments flew everywhere, just like her current mood.

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!" Li Mingyuan growled, her teeth gnashing, hatred brimming from her eyes. She didn't believe Wu Xinyan could resolve the crisis so easily, and she certainly didn't believe she would lose to an orphan with no background.

She made a series of phone calls, gathering her "allies" in the socialite circle, and instigated them in a sinister tone, "Everyone, are we just going to sit and watch Wu Xinyan ride on our heads and show off her power? What qualifications does she have! We absolutely cannot let her off easily!"

Li Mingyuan's instigation ignited the flames of jealousy in the hearts of other socialites. They had long been dissatisfied with Wu Xinyan's story of "rising to prominence" and now they responded one after another, saying that they would join forces to teach Wu Xinyan a lesson and let her know that it is not so easy to enter a wealthy family.

At this time, Wu Xinyan, immersed in happiness, had no idea that a greater crisis was approaching her.

That day, Wu Xinyan opened her computer to check her emails as usual. An unsigned email with the title "Final Advice for You" caught her attention. She hesitated for a moment and clicked on the email.

The email contained no text, only photos. The photos showed her and Luo Yichen interacting intimately on various occasions: snuggling while working overtime at the office, staring at each other sweetly during dinner at home, and strolling hand in hand on a private trip. These were all testaments to their love, but they were maliciously pieced together, making it seem ambiguous.

Wu Xinyan's heart sank, a chill running through her chest. Who had secretly taken these photos? What was the purpose of the person who sent the email?

Before she could think about it, her phone suddenly rang, and an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen. Wu Xinyan hesitated for a moment and answered the call.

"If you don't want these photos to be made public, leave Luo Yichen and leave the Luo Group, otherwise..." A woman's cold voice came from the other end of the phone, her tone full of threats.

Wu Xinyan's fingers holding the phone turned slightly white. She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Just as she was about to speak, the other party suddenly hung up the phone.

The room was completely silent, with only Wu Xinyan's rapid breathing echoing in the air. She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strain, her eyes filled with struggle and anxiety. She didn't know what to do, much less how to face the impending storm...

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open, and Luo Yichen walked in, dusty and exhausted. Seeing Wu Xinyan's pale face, his heart tightened, and he hurried forward to ask, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Wu Xinyan raised her head and looked at Luo Yichen's worried eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to tell him what had just happened, but was afraid that it would make him worry. So, she just shook her head, forced a smile, and said, "Nothing, just some work matters..."