Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Reporter Qian's article was published in the provincial newspaper, and the next day, it was reprinted and printed by Huaxia Daily.

Anyone with eyes can see that this is the official statement clarifying things for Lin Ting.

At the same time, a currently popular emerging writer also unusually published an article, the title of which gave the person involved goosebumps—

Listen to what's outside the window

The article attracted a lot of attention as soon as it was published, with many people saying it was the best friendship story they had read this year.

The only negative comment came from Lin:

"Can't you be a little more careful when you come up with a name? Your house is on the third floor, I thought you wrote a ghost story."

After much painful reflection, Su Yu decided to change the title of the article to "Listen Out the Window on the Third Floor" and also revise the text.

Thankfully, the editor rejected it, otherwise it would have really turned into a ghost story.

Su Yu was very unhappy about this, but soon she was happy again—Director Sun, who had previously tried to make a movie but failed and instead directed commercials for Lin Ting, showed great interest in the story and wanted to bring it to the screen.

When Lin Ting was filming the advertisement, he specifically invited Su Yu to join him. The seed planted back then has finally borne fruit.

With the support of the most authoritative official media and popular writers, Lin Ting's reputation was quickly restored. Although the company audit and account freeze were not yet over, it was only a matter of time.

The only thing that Lin Ting was unhappy about was—

"Those publishers were only convicted for illegally printing and distributing books? Isn't spreading rumors and slandering me a crime? Wouldn't it be too much to sentence them to death for multiple crimes and have them carried out repeatedly?"

Fang Deliang felt a headache coming on.

“My dear niece, this is really going too far.” He said with a sigh, “It’s not like their situation is that serious.”

Lin Ting was stunned: "Not serious? Why isn't it serious? I think it's extremely serious! I'm broke and it's not serious!"

"Well... because each newspaper they distribute doesn't distribute many copies, so the impact is minimal. Besides, you weren't actually injured or bumped, and these rumors haven't affected public safety," Fang Deliang explained patiently.

Lin Ting: "If that's how you put it... then I'm full of energy!"

Fang Deliang felt a chill run down his spine: "What are you going to do!"

Lin Ting chuckled, "Uncle, for your own good, it's better if you don't know about this."

Fang Deliang: "Then next time, can you just not tell me? I'm getting old, I can't take this."

"Okay, I'll do it again next time."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Deliang looked up at his older brother and said, "This little miss is probably going to retaliate in kind."

Secretary Fang was deeply gratified when her younger brother suddenly uttered an idiom, and her tone softened considerably: "She knows what she's doing, so let her do it if she wants to."

He had complete confidence in Lin Ting.

"Brother, how about I go to the capital? Keep an eye on her?" Fang Deliang rubbed his hands together furtively.

The capital city is too bustling; he wants to go and see it.

Secretary Fang's good mood vanished instantly: "No, I've had a bit of a cold these past couple of days. You'll have to do this for me."

Fang Deliang looked at his older brother, whose face was even rosier than his own, and had no desire to ask him if he had taken his medicine.

……

Hong Kong.

On the mahjong table.

"Is Li Yan Chen Tai's illegitimate son?"

The three ladies looked at Zhong Jiaqing in disbelief, and for the first time in unison, asked in perfect unison, "Really?"

Zhong Jiaqing responded with the same incredulous expression: "Don't you know? It's all over the capital."

"Hey?"

The ladies looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a long silence, Mrs. He was the first to speak: "No wonder, the young masters of the big houses in Beijing don't build connections and cultivate relationships in Beijing, but are instead sent to Hong Kong for junior high school. So that's the reason."

"I found it strange before, why would someone help their nephew like this..."

As Zhong Jiaqing listened to them fill in the details and provide "evidence," a slight smile appeared on her lips, and she casually pushed the mahjong tiles aside.

"What a fool."

……

Li Yan never imagined that he would suddenly forget his own surname overnight.

Everyone on the streets was talking about him, and even his "friends" called to "show their concern."

Back then, when he was a teenager, his father sent him to Hong Kong because his father was in charge of foreign trade, and Hong Kong would definitely be of paramount importance in the future. So he sent him there early so that he could make more friends and better understand Hong Kong.

Such a layout and design is unique in the compound, resulting from different family circumstances and different purposes.

Ironically, this became the "evidence" that he was his aunt's illegitimate child from before their marriage.

Li Yan is in a much worse situation than Lin Ting now—

When rumors about Lin Ting were rampant, she was in the capital, and not many people knew her.

Li Yan, however, was from Beijing, and his friends, classmates, and even the restaurant staff were all familiar with him.

He can't even leave the house now!

Li Yan felt powerless. He could tell that even though he had explained it on the phone, none of his friends believed him.

"Are they idiots? My aunt is only sixteen years older than me! How could I possibly be her illegitimate child!"

Li Yan's face flushed with anger as he vented his frustration in a place where he and his secretary were alone.

The secretary licked her lips, not daring to tell Li Yan the unofficial explanation for this issue—

"Sixteen? That's more than enough! People in ancient times married and had children by fourteen! He's even two years too young!"

Li Yan took a few quick breaths, and when he looked down, he realized that his hands were trembling.

He didn't know what Lin Ting's mindset was at the time, but he guessed it was similar to his own current state.

Isn't this how normal people feel when they encounter situations where they have nowhere to defend themselves?

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The cell phone rang, interrupting Li Yan's thoughts.

Li Yan composed himself, answered the phone, and spoke in a calm and composed tone as if nothing had happened: "Hello."

Lin Ting's sly voice came from the other end of the phone: "Young Master Yan, can you still hold on?"

She not only returned Li Yan's words but also carefully changed her form of address, no longer calling him "Young Master Li".

Li Yan: "...!"

Lin Ting made no attempt to hide her laughter and good mood: "I'm used to being kind, so I'll give you some advice on how to break this deadlock based on my experience—if you've donated to more than a dozen Hope Primary Schools, do good deeds casually in your daily life, and treat everyone with sincerity, then this matter will be easy to resolve."

“Really, I don’t even need to explain myself. Great scholars will defend me. Trust me, I have experience.”

Li Yan: "..."

Does she call this a suggestion?

Before Li Yan could speak, Lin Ting continued in utter shock, "Really? You don't even have a single friend who truly believes in you? That's impossible! Even your own uncle might be questioning your surname? Why don't you ask if you have any more funding?"

"You really should ask, after all, you're different from me. You have no money and no friends."

Lin Ting offered incredibly kind advice.

Li Yan clenched his fists, trying his best to make his voice sound calm: "Lin Ting, are you sure you want to play this game with me?"

Lin Ting laughed even harder: "Of course it's not like that, I have something even more exciting to share."

"We'll see, Young Master Yan."