# Fang Miaomiao Enters the Airport Amidst Suspected Marital Crisis #
# Wen Yan'an Reluctant to Let Fang Miaomiao Leave, Chases Her to the Airport #
@ Im a Hunk: What is this rumor? Divorced? That shouldn't be right. Didn't they say Fang Miaomiao and her husband were very loving on the variety show earlier? How can the word "marital crisis" suddenly be mentioned?
@ My Beloved Miaomiao: Are you yxhs crazy? A picture at the beginning and the rest is made up? Aren't you afraid the studio will send you a lawyer's letter for spreading rumors like this?
@ Im a Hunk: Fang Miaomiao has a studio now? When did that happen? I, who follow gossip every day, didn't even know.
@ My Beloved Miaomiao: It was officially announced not long ago. I'm so sick of these rumor-mongers. Maybe Miaomiao was just going to work, and An'an didn't want her to leave. Besides, haven't you noticed? There's still someone in the car. If you zoom in on the window, there's a hand. Judging by the hand, it belongs to Fang Miaomiao's husband.
@ Life is Like First Sight: Are the marketing accounts sick? There's such a big hand there, and you're acting blind, selectively ignoring the person in the car. It's enough.
While the online discussion was heating up, Wen Zhiyan also received the news.
"Master Wen."
"What's going on?"
"Someone online is spreading rumors that you and Madam are divorced."
"Divorced?" Wen Zhiyan glanced at Wen Yan'an, who was reluctantly gazing out the window nearby. "When did this happen?"
Didn't he just send Miaomiao to the airport? How could people be saying he was divorced from Miaomiao in the blink of an eye?
"Master Wen, I've already sent the pictures to your phone. Why don't you take a look before you speak?"
"Okay."
He hung up the phone.
Two pictures appeared on Wen Zhiyan's WeChat.
One was Fang Miaomiao's back as she walked through the bustling crowd, yet her figure always caught Wen Zhiyan's eye first.
The second picture showed Wen Yan'an with red eyes, clinging to the window, looking pitifully into the distance, as if abandoned.
Putting these two pictures together, it was obvious that Fang Miaomiao was leaving, and Wen Yan'an was left behind feeling wronged.
Tsk.
"Who took them?"
Xin Xuan replied very quickly: "It was a college student. We've already contacted him. He said he didn't expect his post to cause such a big problem. After deleting the pictures, he also solemnly apologized on social media."
". So it wasn't him?"
Xin Xuan replied: "No, it was the marketing accounts. It has nothing to do with him."
". Are you sure?"
Xin Xuan replied: "I'm sure."
". Find the very first marketing account and the ones that caused the most trouble. Sue them."
Xin Xuan, seeing these words, excitedly stood up from his seat. "Master Wen, are you serious?"
Suing them would be a big deal.
". Why shouldn't we sue them? They damaged my and Miaomiao's reputation. It's even defamation."
This was Miaomiao's first film, and it couldn't be ruined by these people.
"Okay, Master Wen, I'll contact the lawyer right away."
Wen Zhiyan thought for a moment. "Let Miaomiao's lawyer handle it."
Xin Xuan was stunned. Although he didn't understand, he obediently went to contact the lawyer from Madam's studio.
With Xin Xuan's swift action, Fang Miaomiao's studio quickly issued a statement, announcing that they had sent lawyer's letters to the marketing accounts.
Fang Miaomiao, after landing, rushed to her destination, completely unaware of the storm she had stirred up online, which was then resolved with a lawyer's letter.
"Miaomiao, you're finally here."
Outside the October Hotel, Cui Mantong quickly ran towards Fang Miaomiao. "I missed you so much."
Fang Miaomiao returned the hug. "Why are you waiting at the entrance?"
"It's nothing. Not everyone has arrived yet, so sitting in the room is too boring. Since I knew you were already in the car, I came to pick you up."
"So you're saying you came to pick me up because you were bored."
"Not entirely." Cui Mantong smiled slyly at Fang Miaomiao. "I just wanted to see what the main character of the gossip felt."
"Main character of the gossip? What main character?" Fang Miaomiao asked, confused, as Cui Mantong took her suitcase.
"You don't know? What's your Weibo for?"
"No, I got in the car as soon as I landed. You know me, I get sleepy in the car and haven't touched my phone at all."
"I knew it."
Cui Mantong mumbled, then told Fang Miaomiao about what was happening online.
"Uh..." Fang Miaomiao was stunned. "I just took a flight, and there's already trouble online?"
"Pretty much." Cui Mantong shrugged. "You know these people are so bored. As long as there's any gossip, they can't wait to spread it to everyone. When it comes to mudslinging, they just find someone and throw it at them."
"However, your studio is quite good. Their public relations are excellent this time." Cui Mantong preferred studios with high efficiency.
"I don't manage the studio." Fang Miaomiao chuckled sheepishly.
Cui Mantong rolled her eyes. "How dare you say that."
"Why shouldn't I say it?" Fang Miaomiao leaned against her room door, pointing to her head, saying without any burden, "My brain doesn't work with these things."
Managing companies, talking business, these are not for me.
Cui Mantong helplessly handed Fang Miaomiao her suitcase. "Go in and rest. I'll rest too. We probably have to gather in the afternoon."
"Okay, see you this afternoon."
"See you this afternoon."
Back in her room, Fang Miaomiao unpacked her belongings before collapsing onto the bed. "So tired."
After resting for a while, Fang Miaomiao picked up her phone.
Wow, Zeng Nian had sent her two messages.
The first said not to worry about the online comments, as the studio would handle it.
The second asked her to rest well at the hotel and that she would be there soon.
After replying to the messages, Wen Zhiyan's video call came through.
Wen Zhiyan looked at the background in her video. "Miaomiao, you're at the hotel?"
"Mm-hmm." Fang Miaomiao lay on the bed. "Where's An'an?"
"We're having a video call, and the first thing you ask is about An'an?" Wen Zhiyan asked in surprise when he heard Fang Miaomiao's voice.
"I remembered An'an cried when I was on the plane."
"You know about it?"
"Yes, Mantong told me."
"Don't worry, this matter is almost resolved," Wen Zhiyan said. "I had your studio send lawyer's letters to those marketing accounts that were speaking nonsense."
He had initially intended to have his company's lawyers handle it, but then he realized Miaomiao's studio was just starting out and needed to establish its credibility in the entertainment industry. Those marketing accounts just happened to be in the line of fire.
Fang Miaomiao understood what Wen Zhiyan meant. "Wen Zhiyan, thank you."
"Between us, there's no need for thanks."