Kneel to Me [MTL]

Chapter 66-70

Chapter 66

Shouldn't he be very happy? Song Juyao sat in the car Jiang Baiqi sent her, looking at the Fanxing Group headquarters building in the distance through the rearview mirror. The signal receiving terminal on top was shining with lights, flashing and blinking.

Although she didn't know, Wen Zhulian and the others would definitely reveal a lot of information about her and Jiang Baiqi, and he should be very happy.

Just be happy.

Evans sat on the sofa with a sullen face, and Zhou Ye, who had been beaten up by him, was sitting aside eating ice cream. There was movement outside, and Evans immediately got up to open the door.

He saw Song Juyao stepping out of the car with the Fanxing Group logo.

He saw the sweetness in Song Juyao's eyes, a rare girlish vitality, and he knew that she must have seen Jiang Baiqi.

He was full of thoughts, about to speak, when he heard Song Juyao say, "Brother, I've decided to get married next month."

"What?"

"Next month, I'm marrying Archie."

The sky and earth seemed to darken, and the sun and moon felt as if they were collapsing together.

Evans clutched his chest as if he was about to faint and immediately called other family members to share his pain with them.

That night, a magnitude 10 earthquake occurred in Song Juyao's home.

...

The big earthquake on the Internet continues without stopping.

As the screen recording had to wait for Fanxing Group's editing to be released, Wen Zhulian was emotionally broken again, and Wen Guohua insisted on taking her home. Li Xin told him that Wen Zhulian had left him. Unwilling to believe it, Wen Zhulian found temporary shelter from the wind and rain.

But things didn't get any better. Wen Zhulian wanted Wen Guohua to help her, but the situation was too big, and the Wen family couldn't offer any assistance. The cost of suppressing hot searches and deleting comments could plunge the Wen family into bankruptcy. In fact, the stock of Wenjia Company had sharply fallen because of Wen Zhulian, and the crisis had long been looming.

The Wen family was overwhelmed, and Wen Zhulian could only call the brokerage company but was scolded by the boss who used to flatter her, "Public relations? Do you think we can handle this public relations mess? Are you trying to ruin us, ruin the entire company?" Are you still an artist of the company? Let me tell you, all the artists in the company have been blocked by netizens?! You called just in time, what's this plagiarism mess?"

When Wen Zhulian heard the word "plagiarism," her ears hurt, and she felt like she was dying. "Plagiarism? Which eye of yours saw me plagiarizing? Can you find the so-called original singing and audio? If not, how can you prove that I plagiarized?"

"You don't know what you said to Wei Yan?"

"Can't I f***ing vent my feelings?!" Wen Zhulian collapsed.

"Hehe, I believe you. After all, your personality is too different. You really look like another person. Let me tell you, it doesn't matter whether you plagiarized or not. The point is that your image has completely collapsed. Even parents can ignore cold-blooded and ruthless people. Who would use you? Don't you know how bad the record market is now? Without endorsements, just relying on singing, with this kind of reputation, how many people will buy your music? Do you really think you can do whatever you want if you are talented?" The boss's tone was terrible. He was quite a foolish person, and Wen Zhulian's behavior disgusted him very much.