Slow to mature after marriage

Wang Jin arrived almost at the last minute, his suit jacket unbuttoned, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his tone hurried but clear.

"Mr. Bo, you saw the trending topic. We checked, and it's Xu Youyou, a third-tier actress. Her two recent dramas haven't aired yet, and her agency is trying to get her some exposure."

"You caused quite a stir on the trending topics a couple of days ago, and your popularity was at its peak. Xu Youyou's team's plan is simple—if you don't bother with this so-called relationship rumor, she'll gain a lot of attention for free, and might even be noticed by investors; if you deny it outright, she'll also be able to return to the public eye, so either way, she won't lose out."

"Mr. Bo, the public relations department has already started, and we can remove this trending topic within half an hour." Wang Jin paused, "What do you think about that minor celebrity... how should we handle it?"

Bo Yan frowned slightly and said calmly, "All public activities will be banned for the next three years."

Having ambition is a good thing. But if you try to scheme against him, don't blame him for being ruthless.

"No! Don't leave yet!" Xu Qishan, who was watching the drama unfold, leaned over and whispered, speaking with the air of an experienced man, "Let your wife see it first. If she gets jealous, she'll know she has feelings for you. Brother Yan, a little misunderstanding and jealousy can actually help in a marriage. I have a lot of experience, brother, trust me."

Bo Yan gave him a cold glance: "When Lin Qing used you as a substitute, did you also use this trick to turn the tables?"

Xu Qishan's smile froze.

My brother stabbed me in the chest several times; it was covered in blood.

Bo Yan withdrew his gaze, turned to Wang Jin, and said in a calm, unquestionable tone: "Remove it. Within twenty minutes. Issue another official clarification. Be precise in your wording, and leave no room for speculation."

Wang Jin nodded: "Understood."

Bo Yan tossed his phone to Xu Qishan, straightened his cuffs, and walked out.

Xu Qishan called out to him from behind, "Brother Yan, are you really not going to give it a try? Maybe you can really find out how much your sister-in-law feels for you!"

Bo Yan did not stop walking.

Why bother trying?

Make Mu Siwan jealous? That human can only say "It seems a bit dead" when he has a fever of 39 degrees Celsius, and you expect her to understand rumors?

Besides—he didn't want her to see that kind of thing.

Even if she doesn't care, he doesn't want to.

-

Thanks to Xiao Qin, Mu Siwan did see the trending topic immediately.

She stared at the misaligned photo for two seconds, then scrolled away expressionlessly.

There's no other reason than that this photo was taken terribly. The misalignment of light and shadow is obvious, there's at least a fist's distance between the two bodies, and the woman's falling posture is too deliberate—from a mechanics perspective, the direction of the shift in the center of gravity doesn't conform to the trajectory of a natural fall at all.

Mu Siwan immediately saw the problem.

Therefore, I didn't take it to heart at all.

Half an hour later, Yanhe International's official account issued a statement, which was carefully worded and concise, neatly arranging the three elements of "misaligned shooting," "no physical contact," and "reservation of the right to pursue legal responsibility."

Immediately afterwards, another Weibo post popped up.

【Yanhe International】: Married, with a deep affection for his wife, please do not disturb.

A picture was attached.

It was a close-up of a hand. Long and slender, with distinct knuckles, the ring on its ring finger refracting tiny sparkles in the light. She recognized that hand—it had been on her waist that morning, pulling her into its embrace.

"Damn, the speed at which this clarification was issued shows that Bo Xilai has a strong desire to survive."

"On a side note, this hand is so beautiful, hahaha..."

"Wait a minute, this ring... I wonder if anyone has seen 'The Heart-Pounding Forensic Doctor'? Our cool and cute Siwan seems to be wearing the same one."

"I work in the jewelry industry, so I'd like to clarify this: this is a pair, and they're custom-made and one-of-a-kind."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Those "Meng Wan CP fans" who have been tirelessly creating content and diligently getting banned have finally realized something.

Someone posted in the nth blocked Meng Wan CP supertopic: "No wonder every piece of content I create for Meng Wan CP gets blocked - if Wanwan's husband is the president of Yanhe International, then I'm really lucky to still be alive."

The comments section below the post was filled with weeping and lamentation.

When Xiao Qin saw this post, her eyes lit up, and she rushed to the comments section: "Then why don't you quickly become a Mu Yan CP fan and create content for me!"

Netizens are a stubborn bunch, and they all replied: "No. Normal couples are entertaining, but abnormal relationships are just as fascinating."

Xiao Qin was so angry that he blocked his rival.

Before blocking me, he even said, "I'll report every single one you post. Let's see if you're lucky or I'm fast enough."

-

The familiar Cayenne was parked downstairs.

Xiao Qin recognized him at a glance through the window and immediately let out a smug laugh.

Fine, so what if the community is so cold that there are no content creators?

She has someone showering her with sweetness every day.

Mu Siwan went downstairs and walked towards the car door.

Bo Yan sat in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed on her the moment she appeared at the entrance of the building, never wavering. He watched her approach step by step, carefully discerning every inch of the expression on her face.

dull.

There was no disturbance.

Not to mention jealousy—she even had a faint smile on her lips, and seemed to be in a better mood than usual.

Bo Yan's lips tightened slightly.

Today was the day to go to the old house for dinner. Mu Siwan opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. When she looked up, she noticed that Bo Yan's expression was a little off.

"What's wrong with you?"

Bo Yan didn't start the car. His hands on the steering wheel tightened slightly at the knuckles.

Did you see today's trending topics?

"I saw it."

"You saw the photos too?"

"Um."

Bo Yan turned his head and stared straight at her, his eyes churning with a myriad of emotions.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask me? Don't you need me to explain?"

Mu Siwan shook her head.

"It's okay. I saw your company's statement. You've already explained it clearly."

Bo Yan fell silent.

As expected, Mu Siwan didn't care about this matter.

She handled the matter exactly as a typical wealthy wife would – trusting him, not questioning him, and not making things difficult for him.

No interference.

Of course, there's no question of being jealous.

Ultimately, it was only because Mu Siwan didn't like him that she was able to remain so calm.

At this moment, Mu Siwan was pondering deeply with her head slightly lowered.

She recalled the wording of the statement. Bo Yan had written "deep affection."

These four words are probably standard corporate public relations terminology.

She knew she shouldn't care about these things; they shouldn't be talking about "feelings." The three principles that stood between them remained, and she hadn't forgotten a single one.

But Mu Siwan still couldn't resist.

The corners of her lips curved up very, very slightly.

A secret joy surfaced, only to be forcibly suppressed.