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The press conference ended here and there, and there was no mention of Chi Wanqing and He Min'er, but she did not know how much effort Leng Jueye had put in to get there.

At 12 in the afternoon, Leng Jueye invited all the reporters who were present to lunch with the price of over ten thousand yuan per table. Furthermore, he also gave each of them an expensive gift worth over ten thousand yuan.

In addition, Leng Jueye had personally called the upper echelons of the media, telling them to stop spreading the news regarding this matter. This young master Leng's Group, who was worth hundreds of billion, had so painstakingly tried to hide a piece of news, yet this was the first time he had arrogantly descended upon someone.

However, all the entertainment records in the country knew that it was reasonable to take it for granted. If he angered the Yama King of the business world again, he would truly die without a complete corpse.

Xia Ran's apology had undoubtedly changed the opinion of the netizens towards Wen Xin by quite a bit. Furthermore, during the press conference, Leng Jueye took the initiative to admit his fondness towards Wen Xin, his boldness, his courage, and his ability to break through the shackles of his identity and pursue love, causing the netizens to praise and love him greatly.

If it was really Wen Xin who seduced Leng Jueye, why would Leng Jueye protect her so? He didn't hesitate to take the blame for the press conference, and he was even more willing to loudly pursue her in front of the camera.

It could only be said that Leng Jueye mistakenly fell in love with the right woman, and there were also people who exposed Wen Xin's identity as the school beauty of the school. Those immature photos that were posted on the forums quickly spread the word, and became the name of one of the top ten school beauties in the entire country.

Unknowingly, there were already a bunch of comments and blessings coming from below the stage. Even though there were still some unpleasant noises, they were all drowned out.

The reporters had reaped Leng Jueye's benefits, how could they dare to say a word about him? One after another, they wrote an inspiring story about the pursuit of love by the rich, and they dared to confess, bear the responsibility, and admit it.

In the quiet villa, Wen Xin hung her head low, thinking about something. After a long while, she finally spoke to Zuo Feng, "Can you call him?"

At this moment, Zuo Feng was truly worried for Wen Xin, afraid that she would not be able to handle this blow. But it was clear that Wen Xin was much stronger than he imagined, he nodded, took out her phone from the room and called Leng Jueye, then walked over to her.

Five seconds later, Leng Jueye's voice came out anxiously, "Zuo Feng? "What's wrong?"

"Young Master, this Miss Wen wants to talk to you!"

"It's so late, why isn't she asleep yet?" Leng Jueye immediately asked with concern.

"No, it's Miss Wen, she … She knows what's going on online! " Zuo Feng said somewhat guiltily.

Just then, Wen Xin walked over and took his phone, and placed it next to her ear. At the other end, a certain someone's voice was obviously angry, "What happened to you? How can you let her know? "

When Wen Xin heard this, his breathing slowed, and she did not say anything for a long time, but the man at the other end of the phone changed. He calmed his breathing, and slowly asked, "Wen Xin, are you listening?"

Wen Xin choked with emotions and asked, "Why did you do that? We clearly said that we would shoulder it together. "

That person gave a low laugh, "Aren't you pregnant? This kind of thing is enough for me to take responsibility for, don't worry! The matter has been settled. "

"How much did you give them?" Wen Xin suddenly thought of this, this man really liked to use money to settle things.

Leng Jueye laughed lowly, "Don't worry about that, what you need to do now is just sleep well and eat well as usual. When I come to visit you again, don't let me see your dark circles, and don't let me see that you have lost weight."

"No, I want to go back. I want to go back tomorrow." Wen Xin suddenly said.

"Don't come back yet." Leng Jueye's voice tensed up.

However, Wen Xin said resolutely, "I want to go back. You don't need to pick me up, I will go back on the plane with Zuo Feng!"

"You're not allowed to come back!" Someone began to be domineering.

"See you at the airport tomorrow." After Wen Xin finished speaking, she immediately hung up and handed the phone to Zuo Feng, then asked, "Tomorrow, can we fly back?"

"This... "Yes." Zuo Feng nodded.

"Then let's buy a ticket now. We'll go back tomorrow morning."

"Does the young master agree?"

Wen Xin clenched her teeth, "There's no need for his consent."

When Wen Xin went upstairs, Zuo Feng's phone rang again. Seeing that, he felt his scalp tingling and quickly picked it up, "Hello, Young Master!"

"Where's Wen Xin?" That person was a little angry.

"She went back to her room to sleep."

"Is she making a fuss about coming back?"

"En!"

"Don't buy her a ticket back, do you hear?" Leng Jueye gave the order tyrannically, even if the rumors in the country were to die down, he still could not be at ease.

"I'm afraid I can't stop her …"

"Damn it, give her the phone."

Zuo Feng took the phone and went upstairs, only to see Wen Xin closing the door. He knocked on the phone: "Miss Wen, it's the young master's phone."

Wen Xin only came out after a while, her eyes were red, as though she had just wiped away her tears. She looked at the phone that Zuo Feng had given her and shook her head, "I'm not taking it, just tell him that we'll meet tomorrow." She closed the door again.

Zuo Feng was startled for a moment, while holding onto the phone, he went downstairs, "Young Master, Miss Wen seems to be crying!"

Leng Jueye naturally heard that Wen Xin was not going to answer the phone. Originally, he was angry, but when he heard that Wen Xin was crying, he panicked, "What are you crying for?"

"Not really."

"Go back and tell her that I'm going to pick her up now."

Zuo Feng who had just reached the first floor immediately turned and went upstairs, "Alright!"

Then he hung up.

When Wen Xin's door was knocked again, she opened it once more. Her eyes were still red, and Zuo Feng carefully observed her a few times, "Miss Wen, are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" Wen Xin sniffed.

"The young master said that he'll fly over to pick you up right now!"

Wen Xin's eyes widened. He came to pick her up? Was she too tired? "Tell him I can take the plane back."

Zuo Feng was a little helpless, but he still insisted, "I thought that since Young Master wanted to pick you up, he would definitely come and pick you up. He does not trust you to take another flight."

Wen Xin nodded and closed the door. Zuo Feng thought, Miss Wen crying is because she was touched!

The young master had done so much for her, which woman wasn't moved to tears? Therefore, he did not need to worry, as Zuo Feng could not fall asleep either. He brewed a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa, watching the news.

In the room, Wen Xin had indeed cried. She had covered herself with a blanket and cursed at someone for being hateful, but she had mixed feelings.

Therefore, she had to go back and face it with him!