TCFPCD 13

Chapter : 13

The Rich Young Master’s Ex-Girlfriend (13)

The Weibo post exposed that Tang Guo was merely a recent female college graduate who, just a month ago, had been working at a music studio.

It also detailed that Tang Guo’s background was very simple—she had grown up in an orphanage and had no impressive connections or influential relatives.

An ordinary female college graduate. A low-level employee at a music studio.

Yet at the semifinal venue, she had arrived in a high-end luxury van, accompanied by top-tier hairstylists and makeup artists. She had skipped the auditions entirely and gone straight to the semifinals—which naturally invited speculation.

In this industry, such things were bound to invite gossip.

In an instant, Tang Guo’s image as the “Pure Angel” came crashing down. She was now seen as a tainted woman who had climbed the ranks through a sugar daddy—unworthy of the words “pure” or “angel.”

The higher she had been lifted, the harder she fell. All kinds of ugly insults flooded the online world.

Meanwhile, on the other side, it was simultaneously revealed that Lu Qi, who was equally popular, was actually the heiress of the Lu family. She had spent the past few years studying abroad and was a musical prodigy. Her skipping the auditions was only natural—the show’s producers had recognized her talent and given her a slot, which was only fitting.

A certain system felt somewhat excited. [You wanted to steal the spotlight, but because of Lu Qi, you ended up humiliated instead. It’s very fitting for a supporting character’s fate.]

Tang Guo immediately shot back two words at the system: “Moron.”

She pulled out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed Leng Rui’s number.

At that moment, Leng Rui was in a meeting.

He hardly ever received personal calls. Anyone looking for him would call the company line. He had already forgotten that he had given his number to Tang Guo; otherwise, he would have turned off his phone before the meeting started.

The sudden ringing of a cell phone broke the silence. The senior executives sitting below exchanged uneasy glances, shrinking their necks and quickly checking their own phones to make sure they hadn’t forgotten to silence them.

After they’d all checked, the ringing continued—growing more persistent, even frantic.

Eventually, they were certain: the ringing was coming from Leng Rui’s direction.

Leng Rui also sensed something was off, especially with the strange looks from his executives.

When he pulled out his phone, the executives all breathed a secret sigh of relief. It really wasn’t theirs—it was their boss’s.

Still, they couldn’t help but wonder: who would dare call at a time like this? Hadn’t they noticed how frightening their boss’s frown looked?

Leng Rui was about to hang up without a second thought when a text message popped up.

He opened it instinctively. The content was quite long.

“Leng Rui, someone is spreading lies and slander about me online, insulting me with really nasty words. I’m completely shattered right now—mentally and emotionally—and I can barely hold on.”

“If you don’t deal with this soon, you might come home tonight to find a beautiful corpse.”

The sharp-eyed executives noticed that their boss’s hand trembled slightly.

Leng Rui swept a cold, expressionless glance at them, and they immediately lowered their heads.

“Who’s in charge of Xingyun?”

Leng Rui was about to turn off his phone, but first, he sent one last text message before powering it down. The message read: “Dealing with it now.”

The executives were startled when they heard this question out of nowhere.

Finally, a senior manager had to stand up. “I am.”

Leng Rui tapped his long fingers rhythmically against the table, raising an eyebrow. “Handle the rumors online.”

“Yes, sir.”

The manager didn’t even dare ask which rumors. If Leng Rui had brought it up, it had to be about negative gossip concerning an artist under the Xingyun label.