The transmigrated younger sister of a powerful figure in a novel is forced to become the beloved pet

"But, Mr. Yuan..."

Jian Chuxia, who had been Yuan Sizhe's special assistant for several years, was somewhat troubled and reminded him, "This matter is currently generating too much buzz; it can't be suppressed just by trying."

"The number of reposts is increasing every minute. In the time it takes us to delete one post, hundreds or even thousands more posts will appear. We simply can't keep up with the deletions."

Yuan Sizhe was silent for a moment before speaking, "Delete it too. Tell the publicity department to put aside their current tasks and resolve Niao Niao's troubles first. I can't stand by and watch others slander Niao Niao like this."

Jian Chuxia rolled her eyes so hard they almost flew to the sky on the other end of the phone. Yuan Niaoniao had been caught in bed with someone else, caught red-handed, with video evidence and witnesses. Where did this slander come from?

Mr. Yuan is good in every way, except that he loses his sense of reason when it comes to Yuan Niaoniao's affairs.

Last time, Yuan Niaoniao called to say she had been in a car accident. Xiao Yuan dropped what was in the middle of a meeting and rushed over. When he arrived, he found that Yuan Niaoniao had only scraped her ankle and it wasn't even a sprain.

The time before last, for an emergency plan, the entire company worked overtime for half a month, and at the last minute, Yuan Niaoniao called and said she was scared of the rain and thunder.

Mr. Yuan abandoned everyone in the company and went back to comfort his overgrown child.

And the time before that...

She originally had a good impression of the younger sister that Mr. Yuan often mentioned. After all, in Mr. Yuan's words, his sister was gentle, kind, smart, and considerate. She was the most beautiful and considerate person in the world.

As a result, after so many times, she realized just how thick the filter of straight men was.

It's better to believe in ghosts than to believe a man's words—that's the truth.

Indeed, only women can understand women. She had seen through her. Yuan Niaoniao was just a stale green tea, the kind that had been used to cultivate her charm.

I don't know whether to say she's very shrewd or that Mr. Yuan is too naive, still trusting her completely after all these experiences.

Fine, fine, who told you that the Yuan family is so big and powerful, and so foolish and rich?

If you're willing to spend money, go ahead!

However, as her special assistant, she still had to remind them when necessary, even though she felt it wouldn't make any difference.

"Mr. Yuan, the publicity department is preparing for the press conference the day after tomorrow. If we stop everything now, we might not make it in time."

Yuan Sizhe was somewhat embarrassed.

The company has finally succeeded in developing a new product after a huge investment. The success of the launch event the day after tomorrow will directly affect the first wave of sales after the new product hits the market.

Everyone is watching; there can be no mistakes.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

Just as Yuan Sizhe was about to comfort Niao Niao and tell her that he would think of other ways, Niao Niao's crying came through the phone.

Feeling wronged, enduring in silence.

"It's okay, big brother. The company is the most important thing. I'm fine. I was just too naive, and that's why I was schemed against like this. It's all my own fault, sob sob..."

Hearing the crying on the phone, Yuan Sizhe's initial rationality was immediately replaced by guilt, and he made a promise.

"Alright, Niao Niao, I promise you, I will do my best to minimize the negative publicity. I will handle the reporters. They even dare to report nonsense about the eldest daughter of the Yuan family. I think they don't want to work here anymore!"

Turning his head, Yuan Sizhe roared into the intercom, "Jian Chuxia, do as I just said, don't make me say it a second time."

“Yes, Mr. Yuan.” Jian Chuxia readily complied, showing no surprise whatsoever.

After arranging everything, Yuan Sizhe finally had time to ask, "Niao Niao, you just said you were set up. What exactly happened? Who set you up? Tell your big brother, and I'll get revenge for you!"

"Big brother, sob sob, please don't ask anymore. I don't even know what happened myself. Even if I tell you, it won't help. You won't believe me, sob sob sob..."

Yuan Niaoniao cried her heart out, but her words were incoherent and made Yuan Sicheng increasingly anxious.

He interrupted her crying directly, shouting, "When has your brother ever not stood by your side, Niao Niao? Is this how you see your brother?"

"Don't worry, your brother definitely believes in you. No matter who it is, they can't hurt you."

Having received the promise she wanted, Yuan Niaoniao finally relented and said the words she had prepared beforehand.

“My fourth brother and I went to have coffee and ran into one of his fans. The fan accidentally spilled coffee on my fourth brother.”

"Then, my fourth brother went to the hotel next door and booked a room. I originally planned to go to the mall to buy my fourth brother some clothes, but he said he wasn't used to wearing them and told me to go home and get them."

"Waaah, after I got it back, I found that the door to my fourth brother's room was ajar. I thought he had left it open for me on purpose, so I went in. Who knew, who knew, waaah, I don't want to live anymore."

Aside from the sound of her sobbing, Yuan Niaoniao didn't say another word on the phone, and Yuan Sizhe could only piece together the gist of the situation from the fragmented information.

It was nothing more than Yuan Niaoniao delivering clothes to Lao Si, but the room was filled with other people. Yuan Niaoniao's resistance was futile, she was bullied, and was even caught red-handed by reporters who arrived at the scene.

The claims circulating online about "love turning into hate" are utter nonsense.

Yuan Niaoniao was clearly being used as a scapegoat by those two to divert attention.

As for why other people were staying in the room that Lao Si had booked, Yuan Sizhe didn't think much of it, assuming that Yuan Niaoniao had simply remembered the wrong room number and gone to the wrong room.

Seeing Yuan Niaoniao crying so miserably, even though he had some questions he wanted to ask, Yuan Sizhe didn't voice them out of consideration for Yuan Niaoniao's feelings.

They didn't even realize that Yuan Niaoniao was trying to shift the blame onto Yuan Sicheng.

If his assistant, Jian Chuxia, were here, she'd probably roll her eyes to the heavens again.

Although Yuan Niaoniao's intentions were not fulfilled, she successfully dispelled Yuan Sizhe's desire to get to the bottom of things, so it wasn't a complete loss.

However, Yuan Niaoniao was not satisfied at all.

She was convinced that Yuan Yangyang was involved in this incident, but she had no evidence and couldn't pin the blame on Yuan Yangyang.

This made her feel like she was swallowing a bitter pill, unable to express her suffering.

In the past, she was always the one who made Yuan Yangyang swallow her bitterness, but this time the roles were reversed.

The thought of Yuan Yangyang standing high above, looking at her with disdain and mockery made Yuan Niaoniao feel extremely uncomfortable.

It felt like swallowing two pounds of bitter herbs.

But it doesn't matter, she has more than just her older brother as a backer.

After thinking for a moment, Yuan Niaoniao decided to call her other brothers.

……

After Yuan Sizhe finally calmed Yuan Niaoniao down, he saw a message from his third brother saying that their father wanted them to come home for dinner that night.

Yuan Sizhe pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. He was about to cancel the dinner party that evening when he received another message from his third brother.

The message was brief and to the point, directly relaying Yuan's father's words: "Whoever doesn't show up today, don't bother coming home anymore. Dad says he doesn't have this son."

Yuan Sizhe's forehead twitched as he looked at it.

Yuan's father had never said such things in all these years. I don't know what important matter he had to say that he would even say he didn't want his son.

The third brother's behavior was also strange.

That taciturn nature of his, the kind that you couldn't even get a fart out of if you slapped him, actually going along with his dad's nonsense—this doesn't seem like something he would do.

But he did it anyway.

Unable to figure it out, Yuan Sizhe immediately called his third son, wanting to find out what his father was up to.