After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

"They want me to give up overseas markets and want me to manage the company according to their wishes,"

Ye Feng's voice was hoarse and low, with a slight tremor.

"They don't care about the company's future at all; they only care about their own interests!"

Liu Qingyi looked at Ye Feng with heartache; she could feel his inner pain and struggle.

She knew that Ye Feng was facing not only business challenges, but also pressure from within his family.

“Ye Feng,” Liu Qingyi’s voice was gentle yet firm, “I know you’re tired and it’s been tough, but you can’t give up. You have to persevere, for the company and for yourself.”

Ye Feng looked at Liu Qingyi. Her eyes were clear and firm, like stars twinkling in the night sky, bringing him a glimmer of hope and strength. He knew he wasn't fighting alone; he still had Liu Qingyi, his team, and everything he wanted to protect.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually regained their clarity.

He picked up the documents on the table and said firmly, "We will hold an emergency meeting tomorrow morning. I want them to know who the real owners of the Ba Ye Group are!"

Outside the window, the night grew deeper, but a raging fire ignited in Ye Feng's heart, illuminating his path forward.

The dimly lit dressing room was filled with the heavy smell of cosmetics. Qi Xue sat blankly in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist apply makeup to her face.

Her eyes were vacant, as if they had lost focus, and the face reflected in the mirror had also lost its former vitality, as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Sister Qi Xue, your dark circles are quite heavy; you need to apply more concealer," the makeup artist said cautiously, her tone tinged with concern.

Qi Xue didn't respond, only nodded mechanically. The words "Sister Li" flashed on the phone screen. She took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Qi Xue, have you seen the news online?" Sister Li's voice carried a hint of anxiety and helplessness.

Qi Xue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the glaring headlines and vicious comments flooded her mind like a tidal wave, making her feel suffocated. "I saw it," she said, her voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

“The situation is terrible right now. The company…” Sister Li paused, her tone becoming somewhat hesitant, “They said that the spokesperson for Tianlai… might have to be replaced.”

Qi Xue suddenly opened her eyes. In the mirror, her pale face instantly lost all color. "Change people? Why?" She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"There are negative news stories about you all over the internet now, which has greatly affected the brand image of Tianlai..." Sister Li's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Negative news? Those are all fake! Someone is deliberately framing me!" Qi Xue's voice rose eight octaves, tinged with hysteria.

"I know, but it's too late to say anything now. Public opinion is out of control..." Sister Li sighed. "The company is also under a lot of pressure..."

Qi Xue slumped weakly into the chair, her phone slipping from her hand and falling to the floor with a dull thud. She felt all her strength drain away, her vision went black, and her ears were ringing.

The door to the dressing room opened, and Ye Feng walked in. Seeing Qi Xue's distraught appearance, his heart tightened. "Qi Xue, are you alright?"

Qi Xue looked up at Ye Feng, her eyes filled with grievance and despair. "Ye Feng, they want to replace my endorsement, they want to blacklist me..." Her voice choked, and tears rolled down her cheeks like broken pearls.

Ye Feng tenderly pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back. "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was deep and firm, like a warm current flowing into Qi Xue's cold heart.

“But, those news articles online…” Qi Xue clutched Ye Feng’s clothes tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline, “They all say about me… they say about me…”

Ye Feng cupped her face in his hands and gently wiped away her tears. "I believe you. I know you're not that kind of person." His eyes were firm and sincere, like a bright lamp illuminating the darkness in Qi Xue's heart.

Qi Xue looked at Ye Feng; his gaze offered her a sliver of comfort, but the fear and unease in her heart lingered. "But, if even you don't believe me..." Her voice trembled, tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Ye Feng's heart sank. He sensed the doubt in Qi Xue's tone, and a surge of inexplicable anger welled up inside him. "What do you mean by that? Do you think I wouldn't believe you?" His tone became somewhat stern.

Qi Xue bit her lip, remaining silent, her eyes filled with complex emotions—grievance, unease, and a hint of...doubt.

Looking into Qi Xue's eyes, Ye Feng felt a surge of helplessness. He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. "Qi Xue, I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, but you can't doubt me. We've been through so much together, don't you understand me?"

Qi Xue avoided Ye Feng's gaze and remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"I'm just... scared..." Her voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum.

Ye Feng pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly as if he wanted to merge her into his own body.

"Don't be afraid, I will handle everything."

His voice was deep and firm, like a promise, a vow.

In the dimly lit dressing room, the air was stuffy, and the strong smell of cosmetics made Liu Qingyi frown slightly.

Looking at Qi Xue's distraught reflection in the mirror, she felt a mix of emotions.

Previously, because of Ye Feng, there had been some discord between her and Qi Xue, but now, seeing Qi Xue's red and swollen eyes and tears streaming down her face, she felt a surge of sympathy and protectiveness that is unique to women.

“Qi Xue,” Liu Qingyi walked to Qi Xue’s side and gently patted her shoulder, “Don’t take those things online too seriously.”

Qi Xue raised her head, her eyes vacant, as if she hadn't heard Liu Qingyi's words. She mechanically let the makeup artist apply makeup to her face, like a soulless puppet.

Seeing Qi Xue's state, Liu Qingyi felt even more distressed. She took a deep breath and said firmly, "Qi Xue, do you believe me?"

Qi Xue looked at Liu Qingyi blankly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Liu Qingyi looked directly into Qi Xue's eyes, her tone leaving no room for doubt: "I will help you clarify those negative news stories. I know some media friends who can help guide public opinion."

A glimmer of light finally appeared in Qi Xue's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again as she shook her head helplessly: "It's no use, it's too late to say anything now, Tianlai has already decided to replace her..."

"How will you know if you don't try?" Liu Qingyi's tone was firm, with an undeniable confidence. "Leave it to me, I won't let you lose this endorsement."