The An-Li scandal gradually calmed down, and those who had once cursed An Yiqing online were silenced after the evidence was revealed. It seemed like a battle of public opinion had quietly passed.

However, within the elite circles, the impact of this incident was just beginning to ferment.

Some perceptive individuals detected a trace of peculiarity in the situation. From start to finish, An Yiqing seemed to have vanished; regardless of how the public smeared her or how things turned around later, she did not voice a word, and during this period, no one had seen her.

What was she up to?

Sharp-minded people meticulously pondered the whole course of this affair and shockingly discovered some unusual aspects. Since Jiang Xuerou had Flower Island Entertainment expose the matters between An Yiqing and Li Yuphei, everything unfolded seamlessly, as though an invisible hand manipulated the narrative behind the scenes.

Some people considered An Yiqing, feeling that her reaction was too strange; could she be the mastermind behind all this?

But it didn’t quite make sense. Where did she get such power? How could she obtain so many chat records? And how could she have the influence to dismiss Wang Bin?

Theories abounded, yet no one could conclude definitively.

As the orchestrator of the incident, An Yiqing sat in a hotel dialing Feng Jianxiang’s number.

"Director Feng, congratulations." She smiled softly, seemingly unaffected by the recent events.

"Miss An, it was all your doing. Feng will remember this." Feng Jianxiang sighed inwardly; who could foresee that a mere gossip piece would be used by this young woman to stage such a grand drama? He recalled when she approached him days ago, her first words were, "Director Feng, would you like to see a good show?"

Back then, he hesitated and contemplated. However, when she presented the evidence to him, even a man seasoned by many life-and-death moments found himself stunned.

The young woman’s influence was greater than he had imagined. He witnessed Jiang Xuerou’s fabricated rumors spread massively online while the girl sat in a hotel room smiling charmingly. He saw the outside world criticize her, yet she coldly laughed at the online comments. He witnessed the young woman control the entire narrative, silently dismantling Wang Bin and exposing the Jiang Family to the public.

All of this was due to a young woman who appeared as a girl-next-door.

"Director Feng chose to trust me, so naturally I won’t disappoint you. In the coming days, you’ll likely be busy, so I won’t disturb you much. On the Jiang Family side, I’ll find time to have a heartfelt talk."

Feng Jianxiang’s lips twitched at the thought of a heartfelt talk... He suddenly felt a touch of sympathy for Jiang Zirong and Jiang Xuerou, father and daughter.

If they were to offend someone, why did it have to be this cunning young woman?

"Alright, if Miss An needs any assistance, please let me know without hesitation."

"Of course." An Yiqing replied with a smile, "Oh, by the way, Director Feng, Commissioner Sun’s granddaughter nearly had a car accident recently; as the Director of Public Security, you should offer some consolations."

Feng Jianxiang paused, then a trace of excitement emerged on his face, "Alright, thank you, Miss An."

Laughing as she hung up the phone, An Yiqing cuddled a pillow and lay on the sofa. In the realm of official affairs, not everything needs to be spelled out; Feng Jianxiang, with his intentions, would naturally know what to do. She had already paved the path for him; the rest depended on his performance.

Reflecting on recent events, An Yiqing gradually felt drowsy. As she watched the glow on the TV screen, she drifted into sleep.

Her last thought before entering dreamland was the reminder that she hadn’t called Ah Lin. She wondered how that man was doing.

...

When An Yiqing woke up, night had already fallen entirely outside. She blinked and looked around, finding herself lying on the big bed in the bedroom.

Who carried her here?

As she groggily shook her head, An Yiqing got out of bed and walked barefoot into the dark living room. Opening the bedroom door, she found the living room was pitch-dark too. Xiao Hei and Zhang Yufeng were nowhere to be seen; even Fatty Mao Er and Old Jin weren’t in the living room playing games.