The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief

Chapter 692 - 175 Holy Shit, This Idiot

The wife must never find out...

This seemingly presents some difficulty; the assistant feels like the news about the president and Miss Zuo is already going viral online. Controlling the trend now seems tough, especially since—if he remembers correctly—the story started dominating search trends and headlines ever since it was released by that marketing account this morning.

Suppressing it now is neither difficult nor easy, given just how terrifying the spread of information online can be, something beyond ordinary people’s imagination. Right now, it’s still uncertain whether the wife has checked the internet and seen these things.

The assistant couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; this was indeed a serious test.

However, he didn’t say much and faced it head-on; after all, if he failed to handle it well, others were ready to take his place.

At CK, especially by the president’s side, one must prove their worth. If you don’t have what it takes, you are disposable at any moment and will be replaced by someone stronger.

"Out you go," Lu Jingchen didn’t say much else, merely casting a fleeting glance at the assistant before sending him out.

After the assistant left, Lu Jingchen was alone in the office, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows fell directly onto him, as if coating him in a layer of gold. Yet, his expression was icy, and the look in his eyes was dark and murky, a clear indication that he was not in a good mood.

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Song Qiao didn’t have much interest in surfing the internet. She had a Weibo account, which she registered for work purposes in the beginning. However, she seldom spent time on Weibo, only occasionally checking it and rarely posting updates—thus, her follower count was minimal, just a few hundred.

Song Qiao felt it was better to work hard rather than waste too much time online; after all, she didn’t have a penchant for gossip. Although she didn’t like browsing Weibo, it didn’t mean her friends felt the same.

Lu Yulin was one who loved scrolling through Weibo. His own verified account had already surpassed seven-digit followers. On Weibo, he was a minor internet celebrity, though most of his posts were about basketball since he was a player in the provincial basketball team.

After taking a phone call, Lu Yulin returned to the hospital’s back garden and sat next to Mu Shinian while browsing Weibo, planning to find some jokes or funny videos to show Elder Mu. However, as soon as he started checking the feed, several posts about his uncle’s scandal caught his eye, with some notable marketing accounts spreading the news.

A bad premonition rose in his heart; he went straight to the trending search list and, as expected, the topics about his uncle were firmly at the top of the list, far ahead of the second place. Most importantly, the third and fourth hot topics were also related to his uncle.

Lu Yulin clicked through them one by one, his face growing grimmer until he forgot where he was and blurted out a curse, "Fuck, who’s the dumbass making up shit, got kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Lu Yulin’s voice drew the attention of several people nearby, naturally attracting the gaze of Mu Shinian and Elder Mu. The grandfather and grandson looked at Lu Yulin, the former not surprised, the latter slightly taken aback but quickly recovering, having seen much in his life, he chuckled and said, "The kid’s got a frank personality."

Although Elder Mu didn’t know what was troubling Lu Yulin, he quite liked the boy’s candidness, his gaze inevitably drifting to his grandson Mu Shinian, unconsciously nodding slightly. He’d always been worried about Shinian making bad friends, but it was the first time he saw Shinian bring a friend over, and they seemed to get along well.

Most importantly, Lu Yulin was the grandson of that old geezer.

Thinking about this, Elder Mu found himself liking Lu Yulin more and more.

Mu Shinian leaned close to Lu Yulin and looked at his phone, asking casually, "What’s up? Why the hot temper? Did you eat gunpowder?"