Chapter 56: Ancestor, Your Pillow

The room was quiet. The incandescent light flickered slightly at that moment, as if mocking Yue Han’s wishful thinking.

Alright, he was clearly being disliked.

Yue Han looked at the little one curled up under the blanket for a long time. In the end, he sighed, picked up the two pillows at the door, patted them off, walked to the bedside, and humbly said, “Ancestor, your pillows.”

Several days had passed since the online revelation that Yu Mozhi had a child out of wedlock, and the child was already three years old. The situation had continued to escalate.

Moreover, the top management at Years Like Flowing Light still hadn’t been able to reach Liu Wu. Yue Han’s contract had expired and he had left. Before that, Liu Wu had quickly wrapped up his work, submitted a written resignation, and quit.

Although the news hadn’t broken to the public yet, there wasn’t much room for doubt—Yu Mozhi had left with Liu Wu and Yue Han, and they were completely unreachable. It was obvious he intended to start his own studio.

As a result, the opposing side intensified their efforts. Rumors and gossip flooded the internet. Those entertainment marketing accounts with millions of followers—many with uncanny access to insider information—spread the story like wildfire.

Sure enough, that original photo posted in the “Cute Baby” super topic was dug up again. Soon after, someone came forward, claiming to be the child’s mother. She said she had just come of age, was a student at an arts university, had met Yu Mozhi while working as a background actor, had been deceived emotionally, and wasted her youth. Following Yu Mozhi’s advice, she had missed several important auditions, and in the end, the child had been taken from her. She said she wanted to sue him but came from a poor family, so she posted online to seek help.

Her story was full of vivid detail. She even provided what looked like the child’s birth certificate and various messy documents. She even revealed supposed original audition slips.

Almost everyone believed it. Previously, when it was revealed that Yu Mozhi had breached his contract and was in talks with other companies, there had already been sarcastic criticism from peers in the industry. Now, several people jumped out, claiming they were standing up for justice in the entertainment circle and wanted to support the so-called victim.

As the situation worsened into a scandal, many people under the Years Like Flowing Light banner also joined the online attacks, accusing the company of protecting their cash cow and fabricating Yu Mozhi’s aloof and untouchable public image, when in reality, he was nothing more than a thug.

And Yu Mozhi never responded from beginning to end, as if confirming everything said about him.

Meanwhile, in the studio, Liu Wu looked over the information and data sent to him about Years Like Flowing Light buying fake commenters and hiring internet trolls. Then he looked at the woman spreading the rumors, who was about to start a fundraising campaign to sue a so-called thug. Liu Wu scratched the back of his head.

“I’ve known you for so many years, and today’s the first time I’ve learned you’re a thug. And this whole thing is just ridiculous. I should be angry, but the more I look at it, the more I want to laugh. Isn’t this clearly a scam? They’re even getting ready to launch a fundraiser. A whole group of people is building a stage just so she can perform.”

But now that they had everything they needed, it was time to fight back. Director Kong had also been informed of the situation, and the evidence in hand included some contributions from him.

It was afternoon. The sun was shining beautifully. The winter sunlight felt warm and comforting. The little dumpling was nestled against Yu Mozhi’s side, her tiny body curled up, resting in the sunlight. Yu Mozhi, with his eyes lowered, stared at his phone. His expression was dark and tense, not relaxed in the slightest.

“What are you looking at?”

Liu Wu instinctively leaned over to take a look.

(End of Chapter)