Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 337 - 318: Truly Loves Her

Tong Yan didn’t fast-forward through the press conference; she watched the whole event, her body unconsciously trembling, a reflex when fear overtakes a person.

"What do we do, Sister Yan Yan?" The young assistant was also terrified. Earlier, under Tong Yan’s instigation, she had deliberately knocked Shen Jianian’s phone to the ground.

Recalling Shen Jianian’s reaction then, it was clear she did it on purpose. In case Shen Jianian decided to settle accounts with her... she couldn’t imagine what the consequences would be.

At noon in the summer, the air was blistering like fire, scorching her face and body. Cold sweat formed on Tong Yan’s back, soaking the clothes she wore.

Her face was expressionless, as she handed the phone back to her young assistant.

What to do, what to do, how would she know what to do?

How could she have anticipated that Shen Jianian was the girlfriend of the president of Junshan Group.

That man was indeed the president of Junshan. The first time she met him in Shen Jianian’s room, she felt he looked familiar but couldn’t recall where she’d seen him. So many days had passed, and she still hadn’t figured out who he was. Judging by his elegant and noble demeanor, she had guessed he was the boss of some company.

If she had known sooner it was Fu Jichen, even if you lent her ten times the courage, she wouldn’t dare offend Shen Jianian.

However, it was too late to say anything now.

Tong Yan felt despair as she bent down, hugging her knees. Her foot accidentally kicked the leg of a foldable small table, causing it to tip over, and the food on top spilled all over the ground.

She stared at the mess on the floor, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears, regretting her impulsive actions.

At this moment, she started to recall the scene when she first met Shen Jianian. After all, Shen Jianian had never offended her. It was her own arrogance and small-mindedness that, after suddenly becoming popular, made her lose her usual temperament and accustomed to looking down at people. She couldn’t stand the unknown Shen Jianian coming for auditions, and later, when finding out she had snatched the role she desired, refused to be her maid, blinded by jealousy, she gradually went down the path of self-destruction of her future.

Tong Yan covered her face with her hands; surrounded by people, she dared not cry out loud and could only bite her lip and sob quietly. That man was Fu Jichen. It would be easy for him to find out what she had done, and she wouldn’t have good days ahead.

Fu Jichen stated at the press conference that he would remove all obstacles for Shen Jianian...

The young assistant saw Tong Yan only knew how to cry and didn’t say what to do, anxiously pacing in circles like a headless fly.

*

In the car, Shen Jianian held the meal Fu Jichen brought from the big hotel, with her phone placed horizontally in front of her, playing the segment where reporters freely asked questions.

A reporter asked, "Mr. Chen, what do you think about Shen Jianian injuring a fellow female actress?"

Fu Jichen replied, "I won’t comment on the filming. However, the Shen Jianian I know would never hit anyone, let alone injure someone. But she wouldn’t hesitate to hit me."

Shen Jianian gnawed on a rib, her brows furrowed tightly.

As Fu Jichen looked at her, he asked, "The ribs aren’t tasty?"

Shen Jianian first spit the bone out into a napkin, then pointed at her phone, "How could you bad-mouth me in public? When did I ever hit you?"

With a serious expression and an equally serious tone, Fu Jichen responded with words that didn’t quite align, "Last night, in bed."

Shen Jianian pursed her lips, rendered speechless, silently taking another bite of rice before handing the rest of the meal to Fu Jichen. "I’m not eating anymore."

"Angry?" Fu Jichen glanced at the lunchbox, realizing she hadn’t eaten much, "You think this is enough to fill you up?"

Shen Jianian twisted open her sports water bottle to drink. Eating too much might make her sluggish in the action scenes and even cause her to vomit, considering she’ll have to swing back and forth in the air.

"Not angry," she finally spoke, having watched Fu Jichen’s anxious demeanor long enough.

Fu Jichen asked, "Not upset that I announced our relationship without consulting you?"

Shen Jianian’s adaptability wasn’t bad. After thinking for a while, she convinced herself, "It’s okay to be public; it saves everyone from speculating."

She could discern what was good from bad; Fu Jichen’s announcement wasn’t the main part. The real purpose of the press conference was to get rid of the online rumors about her.

With the title of the president of Junshan, Fu Jichen’s words held more weight than hers, compounded by the propagation from over a hundred media outlets, exposing those slanderous posts for what they are.

Truthfully, although she prided herself on not caring about online rumors, seeing those comments calling her a "plastic surgery monster," she couldn’t honestly remain unaffected.

It was Fu Jichen who stood up and said that people shouldn’t use others’ scars as tools to hurt them. He truly understood her, and every word he spoke was for her.

He didn’t need to put himself in front of the media cameras, facing all those reporters.

Shen Jianian propped her face on her palms, feeling oddly sympathetic toward Fu Feibai, "You didn’t tell me about the press conference in advance, you probably didn’t tell Fu Feibai either. Is his identity a secret that’s unable to be kept now?"

Fu Jichen, whilst eating her leftovers —despite his cleanliness freak nature not minding—said with a slow elegance, "Forgot to consider him."

Shen Jianian burst out laughing.

At the same moment, on set, Fu Feibai was also watching the press conference video on his phone, prompted by his assistant, utterly stunned.

He had been in the entertainment industry for many years, arduously concealing his identity. It was initially due to his family’s disapproval of him acting. Later, it was because he didn’t want to rely on familial influence, finding more accomplishment in making a way for himself.

His brother’s press conference, however, exposed all his hidden past.

On Weibo’s trending list, dozens of entries related to today’s press conference filled the top fifty, with names like Fu Jichen, Shen Jianian, Fu Feibai, and Tong Yan all trending.

Netizens have always excelled at interpretation, and this press conference offered them endless possibilities, leading to information of every variety being dissected, except no one was attacking Shen Jianian any longer.

"Tong Yan’s fans, don’t turtle up! Can you come out and apologize? Screencap as proof, the term ’plastic surgery monster’ was concocted by your fanbase! She had reconstructive surgery due to disfigurement from a car accident, damn it, only immoral people attack others’ appearances. [Images] Come out and apologize, or I’ll report each one of you!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"I truly feel for her, I loved her old face, still my phone and computer wallpaper. But sister is safe now, and the future will get better and better. By the way, curses to the rumor spreaders!"

"Hey, Tong Yan’s clarification post shouldn’t be so hypocritical. If she really wanted to speak up for her colleague, why not just outright say she wasn’t hit by someone? How sneaky."

"So, Fu Feibai is really from the Beicheng Fu family? Oh my god, I’ve unearthed a big secret! Fu Feibai said on Weibo that Shen Jianian is a friend and family, does family mean she’s his sister-in-law?!"

"Huasheng, you uncovered a blind spot."

"People on Douban already dug into his identity, but nobody dared to put it out in the open, only a small niche of deep-diving fans knew, like me."

"I’ve witnessed the power of a domineering president pampering his wife, haha, I wish I were one of the on-scene reporters right now."

"God, I shamelessly cried at this; Boss Fu actually confessed in a public setting that he was overly arrogant and failed to protect his beloved, sob sob, this is a remorse. He truly loves her. Who understands the impact those few photos during the rainy night had? It’s truly the story of a big shot and his beloved wife, and after four years, we finally see the continuation!"

"The amount of information in this press conference is immense. I watched it several times. The most impressive thing was discovering Shen Jianian turned out to be the big shot’s first love! First love?!"

"Does Shen Jianian privately hit Boss Fu? Is it the kind where she playfully punches his chest?"

"When are they getting married, when’s the wedding, when’s the ceremony? I’ll just go move the Civil Affairs Bureau here. PS: Mr. Fu had such a doting smile at the end."

"When will sister open a Weibo account? Desperately want to follow!"

During her lunch break, Shen Jianian was browsing the internet using a Weibo account with only a few zombie followers. She read the comments from netizens, some moved her, some amused her, and others made her blush.

"Didn’t you say you have action scenes to shoot this afternoon? Where will you get the energy if you don’t rest?" Fu Jichen confiscated her phone, like a kindergarten teacher enforcing nap time, "Sleep for a while, stop looking at your phone."

Shen Jianian, engrossed in what she was reading, was suddenly interrupted, furrowing her brows in discontent. Unmoved, Fu Jichen issued a firm two-word command: "Sleep now."

Rationally she knew he was doing it for her good. Emotionally, she still wanted to play on her phone. Shen Jianian stared at Fu Jichen silently resisting. When her resistance proved futile, she had no choice but to accept her fate, pulling the nearby blanket over herself and closing her eyes to rest.

The space in the RV was large, allowing her to sleep comfortably.

Fu Jichen lay on his side next to her, his dark eyes watching her, outlining the brows which appeared more spirited due to makeup, her delicate nose, and lightly tinted lips with his gaze.

His phone buzzed, breaking the quiet and beautiful atmosphere. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping Shen Jianian, Fu Jichen quickly picked up his phone, intending to reject the call. His fingertip hesitated for a moment and instead chose to answer.

"Mr. Chen, Fu Yuling has committed suicide."