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The phone rang abruptly; it was from an unfamiliar number.

Wen Xi's face turned pale, and he trembled in fright before hanging up the phone.

Could her words have come true?

She rubbed her throbbing temples. Just because she said "ban Zhou Yi" that afternoon, and it actually happened?

Is her mouth blessed?

Could it be He Tingchu?

Wen Xi tried desperately to recall, and she vaguely remembered that He Tingyou had once said that his backer was 7UP Pictures.

Wen Xi recalled a scene from a previous gossip show where a detective explained He Wangye's rise to fame, saying that He Wangye had powerful backers and that only with capital could he become famous at home and abroad in just three years.

They also criticized him for having no acting skills and for becoming famous so quickly only because of the capital behind him that supported him, providing him with resources, endorsements, and opportunities.

It seems that He Tingyou's contract is with 7UP Brokerage.

7UP, 7UP, that name sounds familiar.

Moreover, she called He Tingchu in the afternoon and said she wanted to blacklist Zhou Yi, and then this happened?

She was just trying to scare Zhou Yi, how did it actually come true?

She made a video call to He Tingchu, getting straight to the point, her eyes meeting his.

"He Tingchu".

"Um."

"Are you the boss behind 7UP?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, then the man spoke in a low voice.

"Um."

He Tingchu said it lightly, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

The sound sent chills down Wen Xi's spine.

"So, it was you who blacklisted Zhou Yi?"

"Hmm." The man lowered his eyelashes, as if he had done something wrong and dared not look into her eyes.

"I...I...I was just trying to scare her, why did you take it seriously?" Wen Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body shuddered uncontrollably.

"Then you did it. She's already crying." He Tingchu curled his lips, casually lifting his eyes, his gaze frank and arrogant.

"..." Wen Xi was stunned for a moment.

She never imagined things would escalate to such a huge extent.

"Banning her will also cause Seven-Up a lot of losses." Wen Xi was stunned.

He Tingchu isn't stupid; how could he do a losing business?

As a fan, she naturally knew that Zhou Yi had previously filmed two highly anticipated period dramas that were not yet released, and that the investment company behind them was 7UP Pictures.

"Preliminary estimates suggest the loss will be around 5000 W, which is still within a manageable range." He Tingchu slowly raised his eyes.

5000W!

He said it so casually, as if 5000 million was nothing.

Wen Xi was speechless. Even if he sold her, she would cost more than 5000.

That was because Zhou Yi humiliated her with the words, "It doesn't matter, her pride isn't worth much."

Moreover, she's immune to harsh words; they go in one ear and out the other.

"He Tingchu, tell me, am I a troublemaker?" Instantly, tears welled up in the girl's eyes.

"It's okay, you can earn back 5000 husbands. I'm not dead, Wen Qiqi, don't cry." The man on the other end of the video visibly panicked.

"Besides, we signed a waiver of liability before. Zhou Yi's behavior was improper, so she needs to pay most of the compensation and breach of contract fees. As for those two dramas, I can find someone to reshoot them... just find someone more famous than her." He Tingchu's expression was focused, and he dared not slack off anymore, gently coaxing her.

Hearing him say that, Wen Xi felt a little better.

The two chatted for a while longer, and she recounted everything that had happened at dinner that day, all to avoid He Tingyou complaining to him and exaggerating her situation.

Wen Xi thought that since they were brothers, she, as an outsider, should confess and be treated leniently.

Perhaps He Tingchu will be lenient given that the circumstances are not considered serious.

"You don't need to worry about He Tingyou; it's his own problem." He Tingchu's face remained expressionless.

"But...Grandma and Mom seem very worried."

"It's alright, he won't die. He's just good with words," He Tingchu said calmly.

"And what about Zhou Yi?"

"Nothing she did was wrong; just consider it tearing off her mask."

Although He Tingchu said that, Wen Xi still felt that she was the instigator, the culprit, and the troublemaker.

"That solitary confinement room in the back garden...did I go there before?" Wen Xi sniffed, recalling He Tingbai's words.

He said that He Tingchu was the regular visitor to the solitary confinement cell.

"..." The air froze for a moment.

The man opposite her remained silent, staring straight into her eyes.

-

Wen Xi's thoughts drifted back to that afternoon ten years ago.

She woke up from her afternoon nap to find that the puppy she had brought home was gone. She cried and searched everywhere in the He residence, but couldn't find it anywhere.

She called Wen Shiyuan. On the phone, Wen Xi was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Wen Shiyuan was extremely worried and rushed back from the company to help search as well.

During the time the Wen family stayed at the He residence, they were guests, and at that time, the two families also had close business cooperation.

The servants had no choice but to help Wen Xi look for the dog, but after searching for most of the day, they still found nothing.

Wen Xi wiped away her tears and ran to the back garden, sobbing and barking like a dog.

"Woof woof...where are you?"

Back then, edamame didn't have a name yet.

Wen Xi simply and directly calls it: Woof Woof.

"Bang... Woof." A few low barks came from near the basement in the back garden.

Wen Xi, dressed in a blue and white checkered floral dress, followed the sound of barking dogs down the deep steps. She was terrified, but she had to save Wangwang.

The barking stopped in front of a heavy iron gate. Wen Xi kicked the gate, but couldn't budge it at all.

"Woof woof, where are you?" Wen Xi was almost crying in distress.

A dull thud came from inside the iron gate.

"Someone come here! The dog is here!" Wen Xi shouted. The servant came to the door but hesitated.

"Open the door! The dog is inside." Wen Xi's temper flared up, and she became incredibly unreasonable. No matter where she was, she was determined to barge in.

"This...we dare not." The maid's eyes seemed to dart away.

"Dad, the dog is inside." Wen Xi cried uncontrollably, and Wen Shiyuan rushed over in a panic.

"Open the door for me," Wen Shiyuan commanded sternly.

The servant remained motionless. Wen Shiyuan, impatient, called his tall bodyguard, who kicked the door open.

Inside the iron gate, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Wen Xi, flashlight in hand, suddenly plunged inside.

"Mr. Wen, this is just a basement, it's a mess inside, so please don't go in." The maid stopped Wen Shiyuan from entering.

Wen Xi followed the direction of the light source and walked forward in the dark. She was terrified, but she had to find her dog.

Just then, her foot seemed to kick something soft, and something gripped her calf tightly.

"Ouch." Wen Xi tripped and fell to the ground, his small body crashing into a hot chest, the thing beneath him seeming to move.

"Ah, a ghost..." Wen Xi screamed in fright.

"Wen Qiqi...don't be afraid, it's me." The man beneath her gasped for breath, managing to squeeze out a weak voice.

The beam of the flashlight shone on He Tingchu's face; it wasn't a ghost, it was He Tingchu himself.

His face was deathly pale, with a bewitching crimson stain on his lips.

Then, his eyelids drooped, and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Tingchu-ge... what are you doing here? Someone, come quick!"