When Chen Yan said this, he was genuinely feeling a bit guilty.

It wasn't that Chen Yan was scaring himself, but Yang Rou really did have channels for acquiring information.

Zhao Ying was Yu Qiao Qiao and Yang Nuannuan's roommate and best friend.

Given Zhao Ying's personality, her closest female friends were probably them.

Especially since Chen Yan had confirmed Zhao Ying's feelings last night, they had talked about Yu Qiao Qiao and Zhao Ying.

And Zhao Ying got up so early this morning, who knows, she might have talked with Yu Qiao Qiao or Yang Nuannuan about something.

Like "We'll be together from now on" or "Chen Yan told me last night that we should be together."

So, it was normal for Yang Rou to hear and know about this.

Yang Rou was oblivious to Chen Yan's thoughts.

She said coldly, "You don't know? Go take a look at Weibo."

"Weibo?" Upon hearing Yang Rou's words, Chen Yan was momentarily stunned.

Did sharing a bit of "Magic" with Zhao Ying make it onto the trending searches?

Thinking so, Chen Yan opened Weibo and started browsing.

And there he discovered, there was a new trending topic on Weibo.

The trending content was about a Zhao Group director suspected of murder.

Seeing the Weibo trending topic, Chen Yan's heart sank, then he clicked in to read further.

It turned out the trend was initiated by several major media Weibo posts.

The content was mostly about Zhao Xuan's faked death from a few years ago and the fire that occurred at the time.

These media outlets did not narrate the events of that year with certainty, but led people through questions.

Like "Why would a director of a big corporation suddenly fake death?" "Why did the secretary disappear mysteriously after the faked death?" "And whose bodies were found at the scene?"

Question by question, it was easy for netizens to link the events to Zhao Xuan's alleged murder.

Looking at the Weibo in front of him, Chen Yan fell a bit silent.

And while he was pondering, Yang Rou on the other end of the phone also began to speak, "I think this move of yours is a bit risky, but it's a clever trick."

Last night, while watching TV and having dinner with Zhao Ying, Chen Yan told Yang Rou about Zhao Xuan and tweaked the plan with her.

So, Yang Rou said, "Since the incident with Zhao Xuan back then was a trap and posed no threat to him, stirring up that matter and then shifting the blame onto Zhao Qingtian would be a brilliant strategy."

"That way, it wouldn't arouse Zhao Qingtian's suspicion, and it would lay the groundwork for the public buzz pretty well."

"And, the current fervor is just right, not so hot as to make reversing the situation difficult, yet not so cool as to lack public interest..."

Hearing Yang Rou's earnest praise, Chen Yan came to his senses and coughed before saying, "Sister Rou, what if I told you this wasn't my doing?"

"Not you?" This time it was Yang Rou's turn to be surprised.

She couldn't help but ask, "Then... who did it?"

While the two were chatting, Chen Yan's hand unconsciously scrolled up and with a refresh, he saw the readership of the Weibo trending topic had exploded, and besides the earlier posts from the major media, dozens more outlets had followed suit.

With this kind of heat, one could imagine how the netizens felt. Many were commenting on the posts from major media, calling for the police to disclose the progress of the case and demanding severe punishment for the murderer.

Moreover, probably because the identities of the director and the secretary were too intriguing, there were many who indulged in wild speculations, crafting various "true accounts" of the case.

Looking at the comments one by one, Chen Yan's brows furrowed involuntarily. He thought for a bit and then said to Yang Rou, "It must have been Zhao Qingtian's doing."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Yang Rou disagreed, "No, that's not right. I've been investigating Zhao Qingtian for years, he wouldn't do something this rash."

"According to what you said yesterday, although he verified many times, he should never have seen the evidence firsthand, so with his personality, he wouldn't be so impulsive."

"Could it be someone else?"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Could it be Cao Weiguo?"

As he said it, Chen Yan himself dismissed the idea, "It shouldn't be him."

After all, compared to Yang Rou's conjectures, Chen Yan trusted the system more.

After all, while Zhao Qingtian's personality could change, the system had never been wrong to this day.

Yang Rou, on the other end of the phone, apparently also thought it wasn't Cao Weiguo, so she too was silent for a moment.

And as they both pondered over who could have orchestrated this, Zhao Ying also came out of the bathroom, having finished her shower.

Perhaps because of the intimate relationship with Chen Yan, even though she understood nothing, she seemed to have become much more "liberated."

So surprisingly, Chen Yan noticed that she seemed... bigger.

Just last night, Chen Yan noticed she wasn't as "Pingping" anymore, and now, moving around, they could even tremble slightly.

Was this a second growth spurt? Or the result of being nourished?

And just as Chen Yan was thinking this, Zhao Ying peeked at Chen Yan and asked, "What's up? Why are you looking at me?"

After speaking, she looked around and asked, "Where are my clothes? Have you seen them?"

Hearing Zhao Ying's words, Chen Yan reflexively wanted to point towards the clothes, but just then, he suddenly heard a cold snort in his ear, "Seems like President Chen really had a fruitful night."

At that moment, Chen Yan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Damn! How could he forget he was still on the phone with Yang Rou!

In that instant, Chen Yan's mind raced, thinking of ways to save the situation.

Instantly, an idea came to him, and he coughed and said to Zhao Ying, "You mean your housekeeping uniform, right?"

"Yesterday you must have left it on the washing machine, go take a look."

After speaking, Chen Yan directly jumped out of bed and ran out of the room, leaving a puzzled Zhao Ying behind with a face full of question marks, "What housekeeping? What uniform?"

Meanwhile, outside the room, Chen Yan explained to Yang Rou, "Ah, lately I've been staying in Tiandu. The house is a mess, so I hired a cleaning lady to come by regularly. Half a day, 150 bucks. Plus, she cooks a meal."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Yang Rou was silent for a second, then said, "Your maid seems quite rude."

Chen Yan laughed awkwardly and politely, "Yeah, you're right. I think so too."

After this exchange, Chen Yan chatted with Yang Rou for a few more sentences about keeping a close eye on Zhao Qingtian's movements and seeing what he was up to, then hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Chen Yan took a few deep breaths.

Actually, normally, Chen Yan wouldn't mind Yang Rou knowing about something happening between him and Zhao Ying.

After all, they had already met each other and knew each other's identities.

But only those who had gone through such things understood. Sometimes before your reason kicks in, you've already started nervously lying.

And once a lie is told, it becomes very difficult to explain the situation.

And maybe because he had a sneaky fling with Zhao Ying, and it was especially during Zhao Xuan's incident, Chen Yan felt extra guilty.

But regardless, he somehow managed to muddle through.

Chen Yan thought that once he returned to Tiandu, he would find some chances to introduce Zhao Ying to a few women for a proper reacquaintance, but for now, things would stay as they were...

At the same time, on Qin Island.

In the office of the president of the Film and Television Division of Chen Group on the 17th floor of Fenghua Building,

Yang Rou hung up the phone and then said to He Mengxue sitting in front of her, "It seems like Chen Yan really got his hands on that little sister."

He Mengxue obviously came to Yang Rou's office because of Zhao Qingtian's incident, so when she suddenly heard about Chen Yan, she was taken aback for a moment, nearly unable to remember who, "Which little sister?"

Yang Rou said, "The one from Zhao Family."

He Mengxue realized, and her face showed a mix of weirdness and a hint of loss...

Seeing her expression, the corner of Yang Rou's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly...

...

Meanwhile, in the villa, Chen Yan was unaware that Yang Rou, the smart woman, had already guessed the truth.

After the call, he quickly went back to his room, ready to take care of the aftermath.

But who knew, Zhao Ying indeed was an extraordinary woman, despite Chen Yan casually fabricating an identity for her, she didn't care at all.

Instead, she found her clothes, got dressed, and began doing stretching exercises.

Chen Yan asked casually about what had just happened, but she still looked baffled at Chen Yan, then counter-asked, "Huh? Does that matter?"

That made it impossible for Chen Yan to use the explanation he had prepared on the way home.

So, he simply stopped explaining and instead joined Zhao Ying in stretching exercises.

After they had finished their morning exercises, they went downstairs, where the dining room was already set with food.

Just like yesterday, the entire villa was empty, with no one to be seen who had prepared the food.

Though he had seen such a scenario since yesterday, seeing it again, Chen Yan still inexplicably felt very pleased.

But beyond the pleasure, it felt familiar to him.

It seemed like he had heard or seen this scene somewhere...

After thinking for a while, Chen Yan realized: Snail Girl.

This selfless, well-organized home management, yet never seen by the homeowner, was so much like Snail Girl.

So, was this Uncle Snail?

While internally nicknaming Uncle An in his mind, Chen Yan joined Zhao Ying at the dining table and had some food.

The food was rich, with milk, eggs, and bread.

Although it was Western-style, it had been adapted, so Chen Yan had no problem eating it.

After finishing the meal, Chen Yan sent Zhao Ying to continue exercising in the back of the villa, while he himself took out his computer, planning to check online how Zhao Qingtian's "offensive" was progressing.

Though he didn't quite believe Yang Rou's judgment, against such a cunning and restrained enemy, it was always good to learn more and prepare more.

And as he was browsing the current development of public opinion, the butler rushed in from outside in a hurry.

He was sweating profusely, with undisguised panic on his face.

Chen Yan looked at him curiously, unable to understand why he had changed so much.

After all, when Chen Yan saw him yesterday, he seemed calm and confident, reliable and trustworthy.

How could a person change so much in just one day?

Before Chen Yan had time to figure it out, the butler ran to him and said anxiously, "President Chen. Something bad has happened, something really bad."

Chen Yan looked at him and said, "Don't panic. Tell me slowly."

He paused, "If you're talking about Uncle Zhao currently being attacked by the major media, then I already know."

"This must be Zhao Qingtian's doing."

"But as you said, Zhao Qingtian doesn't know that Uncle Zhao didn't kill anyone."

"So no matter how big he makes this, it's useless."

"In time, we can push the flames onto him."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, the butler swallowed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying, "But... but... it seems Zhao Qingtian has found out."

"Found out?" Chen Yan was startled, "He found out what?"

The butler said, "It seems he knows that Zheng Juan didn't die."

"And...and..."

The butler hesitated for a long time before finally expressing the reason for his panic, "And this morning, they've lost contact with Zheng Juan."

"I sent people to check. They found that even the two men I arranged to protect Zheng Juan there, have all vanished without a trace."

"The entire room was clearly cleaned, spotless."

"And, ..."

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