CHAPTER 242: CHAPTER 242: SENT TO THE HOT SEARCH

"I want to go, Li Tianyao. I know you’re capable, but if we don’t make a move, Gu Shifang definitely won’t either. Stalling will only give him time to build his strength on the sly!"

"You want to use yourself as bait again?"

’Again’? When had she... Alright, he was right; she had done it before.

"Mainly because you’re here, right? With you here, no matter what happens, I’ll be safe, correct?"

The man’s gaze deepened slightly.

Reason told him this girl was just trying to sweet-talk him. Emotionally, however, he felt an indescribable sense of comfort. If he was here, she could do whatever she pleased! Was Li Tianyao’s woman going to be so scared of some Gu Shifang that she wouldn’t even dare to step outside?

He lifted his hand to fidget with the Buddha Beads and stood up. "Let’s go! I’ll accompany you!"

"No!" An Yan said, "If you show up, what if he gets too scared to make a move? Can you just wait for me at home, please?"

The man looked at her with a cold gaze, silent.

An Yan continued, "How about this: I’ll have Wen Ya bring a full set of surveillance equipment, okay?"

The man looked at her, his expression unreadable.

The young woman wore a light blue long dress. Her usually casually styled bun was let down, her hair cascading softly over her shoulders. She was as beautiful as a blooming flower.

In front of him, a simple bun was fine, but to visit Mo Shiyan at the hospital, she had even dressed up specially?

"Little girl, are you determined to provoke me until I snap?"

"No." An Yan reasoned with him seriously, "Li Tianyao, we need to catch Gu Shifang quickly. We can’t afford to miss any opportunity."

"I’ve already sent people to look for him."

"Pursuing multiple leads simultaneously increases the success rate."

The man sneered. "Do you think I’m someone who cares about success rates? If not this time, then the next. When dealing with Gu Shifang, composure is what matters most!"

"Then what will it take for you to let me go out?" An Yan asked.

Li Tianyao frowned.

The little girl had clearly made up her mind. If he insisted on opposing her, she would probably start lecturing him about freedom and ideals again.

An Yan suddenly leaned in and pecked his lips. A brief touch, yet the sensation melted straight into his heart.

Li Tianyao stared at her red lips, dazed. She kissed him on her own initiative?

"Li Tianyao, I’m going to the hospital because I genuinely think it’s an opportunity, not to see that Mo Shiyan. You’re the only one in my heart! You know that too, don’t you?"

"So please, let me go? Alright?"

Li Tianyao still didn’t want her to go. But he felt that if he truly stopped her, she might start on about freedom and equality again, feeling restricted and imprisoned by him. He didn’t want their relationship to regress to how it had been.

The man looked down gloomily. "Go on, then. Hurry up!"

Any slower, and he feared he might regret it. It was ridiculous. He didn’t even know when he had started compromising with her time and time again. She seemed to have him all figured out, always knowing the perfect way to handle him! And he, confound it, fell for her act every time!

An Yan asked Wen Ya to buy some fruit, and together with Liang Chen and Mu Enyu, they went to the hospital.

As soon as they entered the inpatient building, a swarm of journalists rushed toward them.

"Miss An Yan, we heard Movie Emperor Mo was injured saving you, is that true?"

"May I ask why you and Movie Emperor Mo were in the mountains? Were you on a date?"

"Are you aware of the impact publicly announcing your relationship will have on Movie Emperor Mo’s career?"

"..."

Question after question bombarded her, like rapid-fire gunshots, leaving An Yan no room to speak.

An Yan finally understood what these people were up to. Did they really think they could tie her to Mo Shiyan through these media outlets? Gu Shifang’s tactic was rather crude.

Mu Enyu said, her little face turning red with anger, "What are you all talking about? Yan and Movie Emperor Mo are just friends..."

Unfortunately, her words were completely drowned out by a cacophony of questions that sounded like inquiries but were, in reality, affirmations.

This was the first time Mu Enyu had encountered such a situation, and she turned to An Yan helplessly.

Yan, as usual, remained calm. Even when the reporters’ microphones were almost shoved in her face, she didn’t show any hint of panic. She just quietly stared at the reporter closest to her. As if she were observing a monkey at the zoo.

Liang Chen reached out to push the microphone away for her but was stopped by An Yan. "Don’t move. Let them put on their show!"

The reporter had braced himself, expecting her to react physically, but An Yan didn’t move. Even as the microphone nearly poked her in the face, she remained motionless. It was almost as if she were waiting for him to make the first move. But would he dare to initiate anything? With so many cameras pointed at him, if he actually touched An Yan, he would be the one in the wrong.

So, he retracted his outstretched arm, positioned the microphone at a suitable distance, and asked again, "Miss An Yan, did you encounter danger while on a date with Movie Emperor Mo?"

They went back and forth, cycling through the same few questions. After one round, they would start again.

Their main goal was to prevent An Yan from speaking! And An Yan had no intention of speaking anyway. If you want to condemn someone, you’ll never be short of excuses. Anything she said could be twisted into a hundred different meanings to suit their narrative. So, staying silent and not giving them any material was the best she could do at that moment. They were so good at spinning tales; let them spin their own! A solo act is hard to sustain. Even with their numbers, if they kept it up for too long, it would grow tiresome.

Seeing their voices quiet down, An Yan’s lips curled up. "Let’s go. We’re heading back."

The state of Mo Shiyan’s injuries was now completely irrelevant to her. Regardless of who orchestrated this, being ambushed in the Mo Family’s hospital was Mo Shiyan’s failing!

Just as they got into the car, Mu Enyu handed her phone over. "Yan, look!"

In less than ten minutes, An Yan was already a trending topic. The headlines read:

[Destroying a movie emperor in ten minutes, An Yan is formidable!!!]

[Mo Shiyan loses a million fans rapidly, all because he did this one thing!!!]

Clicking on it revealed a blurry video—the scene from the lobby just moments ago.

Below the video was a brief introduction to An Yan: The reclusive owner of Xinyan Group, the first guest star of "Escape from Desperate Island," a miracle healer.

"This trending topic appeared so quickly; it was obviously prepared in advance. Yan, what should we do? Should you issue a statement to clarify things?"

An Yan didn’t respond; she was currently checking her Weibo. In just that short time, her number of Weibo followers had soared. The view counts on the three short videos she had posted were also climbing steadily.

In the comments section, some were berating her, telling her to give Movie Emperor Mo back to everyone, but many more were praising her.

[Did you watch the videos?]

[Watched them! They’re so well shot—the camera work, the visuals, the special effects... In a word: awesome!]

[I’m shocked! The video director is actually Fang Bie! So, who exactly is An Yan? Xinyan Group alone couldn’t possibly snag a top director from Shenghuang Entertainment, right?]

[Wild guess: our sister-in-law definitely has an even more shocking identity!]

[Hey, person above, have you no shame? Since when is she our sister-in-law? Who agreed to that??]

[She’s got the looks, the talent, and the background. Who in the world is more suited to be our sister-in-law than An Yan?]

[As a Mo fan, I approve this match!]

[Mo fans, let’s ship them! Brother and Sister-in-law forever!!]

[Hope to see Brother and Sister-in-law’s wedding soon! So excited...]

[...]

BUZZ. BUZZ.

While she was looking, An Yan’s phone suddenly began vibrating frantically.