Chapter 708: The Overzealous Fans

Eventually, the comments turned extreme.

Some people were asking Yan Huan to retire from the entertainment industry. According to these people, her life was saved by her husband. They did not request for her to stay loyal to her husband, but only wanted her to not disgrace her husband.

However, the surface of these photos gave the haters a hard slap in the face. Their lips were finally sealed and they were no longer making hue and cry. Otherwise, they would definitely get a tongue-lashing from the public.

Her belly was completely flat. Where could the child possibly come from? She was even wearing high heels! Whoever made up the story was very unethical.

After the news spread, Liang Chen updated her Weibo.

“The baby will definitely love the clothes bought by her godmother!” It was a photo of her and Yan Huan. Liang Chen disregarded her appearance, not bothering about her body size and her makeup-free face. Furthermore, Yan Huan was sitting right beside her. Yan Huan was still gorgeous as ever. Her natural face was glowing despite not having any makeup on. She was wearing a pair of glasses with a thin black frame as she painted a sweet smile on her lips. She looked elegant and graceful, resembling a noble lady in the olden days. She had been staying out of the public eye for a long time. However, from this photo, she did not seem to have aged at all and her beauty remained. Despite her slim and fairy-like features, she seemed very amicable.

It was indubitable for her to rank as the fifth most beautiful woman in Asia. However, many people thought that their goddess was far better than that and she should take the crown.

At this moment, Yan Huan arrived at Lu Yi’s grave.

She placed the flowers on the tombstone. Then, she habitually took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped off the dust on the tombstone. It was obvious that someone came and cleaned the tombstone regularly as it was extremely clean.

“It’s nice here, isn’t? It’s quiet and you will not be disturbed. When I’m gone, I’ll come here to keep you company. Then, we can be together forever.”

“Right?”

She pressed her face against the cold tombstone, “When I die, my ashes will be scattered in the Sea River. Then, I’ll bury a pair of clothes here to stay with you, okay?”

She continued to speak. She talked about recent events, yesterday’s scandal and her encounter with the owner of the florist. From time to time, chilly winter wind hit her body and bit her fingers mercilessly.

She sat there for the whole day. When she opened her eyes, the sun had set and she was overwhelmed by darkness. It turned out that she had fallen asleep.

“I’ll visit you again next time.” She went forward and planted a gentle kiss on the cold tombstone. However, no one noticed the tears that were falling from her bloodshot eyes.

She was swamped the pain, the agony and the urge to cry.

She tried to fight back her tears for she must not cry. She knew that once she dropped her first tear, she would not be able to repress her tears anymore and would eventually be choked with sobs.

She did not have the audacity to cry. She lost her husband, but Ye Shuyun and Lu Jin lost their son.

She rose to her feet and wiped away her tears. Then, she covered her face with a scarf before she left the graveyard. However, she was unaware of being caught on camera again. No one knew how did they discover Yan Huan’s whereabouts. They were shockingly brazen to be espying Yan Huan.

The paparazzi were certainly all over the place.

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In this new era of globalization, it was just a matter of minutes before the photos went viral on the internet.

In the picture, Yan Huan was seen walking with her head down. She was not wearing a mask, but only a scarf. Although the photo was taken from afar, her expression was clearly captured along with her red eyes. There was also a close-up of her face and the tears could be seen streaming down her cheeks.

It was obvious that she was crying.

After the photos were uploaded online, the haters did not dare to comment anymore. She was but a woman who had just lost her husband. How could anyone possibly be harsh on her? How could they make impertinent remarks about the deceased?

The ghost baby? That was such an absurd statement! They were committing sins by spreading gossip and evil speeches. If it were not for Lu Yi, many people of the Sea City would have been dead. He traded his life for Yan Huan’s and no one foresaw Yan Huan to be the target of slander even after two years.

For those who defamed Yan Huan at that time, they were being hunted down by the public. These people had probably provoked the others and were subjected to public criticism, to the extent that their real lives were significantly affected. On the contrary, those who used to dislike Yan Huan had been turned into her fans.

That was exactly what happened.

The True Me – A Cabbage, “Goddess, I will always support you! Brother Lu isn’t here anymore, but you still have us!”

I’m A Cabbage, “Brother Bai, do you need any help? I’ll help!”

A Cabbage, “That’s right, Brother Bai! You’re our big brother. Let us be in charge of our goddess’s safety from now on. Our goddess has worked so hard to gain what she has today. She never depends on scandals to catch the audience’s attention.”

That’s Me, The Cabbage, “Indeed! Whenever something happens, our goddess will definitely make a donation. She is so kind-hearted. Yet, the shameless people didn’t only make ill remarks against her, they attacked our Brother Lu as well! Brother Lu’s already dead. How could they be mean to him!”

Yan Huan sniffled as she browsed through the comments on Weibo. Her heart ached and her eyes burned at every mention of Brother Lu. She was crying silent tears.

“Thanks, everyone.” She murmured before she shut down her laptop and left the room.

The housekeeper had placed the bowl of soup on the table. Yan Huan raised the bowl to her lips and took a sip of it. The soup was steaming hot but her heart was so cold as if it would never feel warm again.

At this moment, in a certain company.

A young man was wearing a broad grin. He, too, shut down the notebook on his desk before he picked up a pen and toyed with it.

It was then when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.” The man sat up straight, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his sleeves up.

“President Bai, Cheng Rong has arrived.”

“Oh, let him in then.”

The man, who was known as President Bai, looked young. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, but he had a rather mature demeanor with the vibes of an experienced successful man.

Before long, a disheveled man entered the room.

“You’re looking for me, President Bai?”

“Yes, you’re the one that I’ve been looking for.” President Bai stood up and strode toward Cheng Rong.

“It seems like you’re having a bad time recently?”

“Sure I am!” Cheng Rong grabbed a handful of his hair, “President Bai, what do you think about the world today? What’s wrong with the people? I’ve only spoken the truth, but the overzealous fans tracked me down. Yan Huan, the celebrity who works under our company, has quite a bunch of these fans. You know what? They applied glue on my chair and put thumbtacks on it...”