Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even bother to check Weibo, and asked hurriedly, "What's going on online?"

"It's not a big deal, someone just spread rumors about Brother Fan," Xiao Yang reminded him again, "Sister Wang and the studio will handle it, just don't let Brother Fan know for now."

The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Tong Xiyuan told the other party what was happening here and asked him not to make it public for the time being.

After hanging up, Tong Xiyuan opened Weibo and clicked on the hot search, and immediately saw the rumor-mongering entry that Xiao Yang mentioned.

Artist surnamed F exploits his assistant

The direction was obvious. Tong Xiyuan clicked on it and saw many comments related to Hei Fanhe popping up in the square that were not related to this hot search.

[You've been acting like a big shot every day, but now you've finally gotten into trouble, right?]

[Shh—don’t say that, or his fans might come after you.]

[I didn’t like him since he debuted. Sure enough, he is not a good person.]

[Isn’t it common for such high-ranking rich young men to exploit their employees? I thought everyone knew this.]

[I didn’t know this before, but now I know. When the crew had dinner together, everyone else gave their assistants a day off, but he kept them company, and even had them wait on him during dinner. If I hadn’t known, I would have thought he had no hands.]

[Young Master, what do you need hands for? Of course, you just open your mouth and eat.]

[I heard that in order to give his assistant a place to serve him, this young master even pushed away a young actor sitting at the same table.]

[Fuck, who? So miserable?]

[The crew is having a dinner party. The main table is full of big shots. The little actors definitely don’t get to interact with them on a regular basis. If the young master pushes others away, wouldn’t that be like cutting off their financial resources?]

[I searched it and found that the little actor’s name is Wei…]

[I love you so much.]

Halfway through watching it, Tong Xiyuan realized that the hot searches targeting Fan He were probably bought by the actor surnamed Wei. The means were not very clever, but after such an operation, there must be a lot of silly netizens who became his fans.

Tong Xiyuan quit Weibo and sent a message to Sister Wang, asking how the other party’s studio planned to deal with the matter.

Sister Wang asked him to wait and take good care of Fan He.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Tong Xiyuan quickly put down his phone and turned around. He was stunned when he saw Fan He in a bathrobe, "Did you take a shower?"

Fan He hummed with a heavy nasal tone, and asked with drooping eyes: "What were you looking at just now?"

He observed for a while and found that the assistant's expression was unpredictable and not much better than his.

Tong Xiyuan deliberately concealed the truth and changed the subject unnaturally. He walked up to him, took his temperature, and scolded him, "You have a fever and you are still taking a shower. Come and have breakfast and take the antipyretic medicine."

Fan He was led by him to the dining table, and after he sat down, a bowl of hot porridge was stuffed into his hand.

Fan He lowered his eyes and took a look. It was richer and sweeter than the one brought by Secretary Zhao.

"Eat quickly." Tong Xiyuan gave him the spoon.

Fan He ate, and then picked up his phone to contact Secretary Zhao. While his father was still asleep, someone inside the company must be ready to make a move, so he had to go back and take charge.

However, Tong Xiyuan snatched his phone away and hid it in his pocket like a treasure, "Take the medicine first."

After saying that, he pushed the warm water and pills to Fan He's right hand side.

Fan He glanced at it, picked up the pills and swallowed them with water, and opened his hand to Tong Xiyuan, "Cellphone."

Tong Xiyuan opened his phone for him and took a look. He didn't see any important messages, so he closed it and put it back in his pocket. "You need to rest after taking the medicine. I'll help you keep an eye on other things."

Fan He looked at his expression which clearly showed that he was hiding something and nodded very lightly. Although he was suspicious in his heart, he did not show it on his face and returned to the room naturally.

As soon as the door was closed, Tong Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Fan He's parents had just gotten into trouble, it was better not to let the other party know about the ups and downs on the Internet.

Little did people know that after Fan He entered the room, he turned on his computer and started browsing the trending searches on Weibo.

***

In the next two and a half days, Tong Xiyuan accompanied Fan He running back and forth. During the day, he went to Heyuan Company to deal with things, and at night he went to the hospital to visit Fan's father who was not yet unconscious. He also had to take time to arrange the affairs of Fan's mother after her death.

The news of the accident of Fan's parents was originally concealed from the outside world, but the news of the accident of the person in charge of such a large company was finally spread. Some people felt pity and sighed, some people were waiting to see the joke, and some people secretly wanted to peel off a layer of skin from the messy He Yuan.

Unfortunately, the parties involved have no time to care about rumors from outside and are too busy.

"Master, the hospital suggested that Mr. Fan be transferred abroad for treatment," Secretary Zhao said as he took out an old agreement. "Mr. Fan signed the contract before you came of age. Now that he's in trouble, please take over the company as soon as possible."

The door opened, and Xiao Yang, who had rushed back from the crew, held his phone and looked at the three people in the room, and said to Fan He, "Brother Fan, the crew is urging me to book a flight for you?"

Secretary Zhao disagreed and said, "At a time like this, the most important thing is to stabilize the company. There is no time to film. Anyway, the penalty is not much, so why not ask the crew to replace them?"

"No." Xiao Yang blurted out, then softened his tone after thinking for a moment, and said shyly: "Brother Fan, let's not talk about the director, the fans of this drama have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Secretary Zhao frowned, "The pay for a drama is not as much as He Yuan's profit in one day. Which is more important? Don't you understand at the studio?"

Xiao Yang hesitated for a moment and said, "Go tell this to Sister Wang."

As an assistant, he only knows how to do his job well, and his boss's career planning has nothing to do with him.

Secretary Zhao immediately wanted to call the "Sister Wang" he mentioned, but after thinking about it, he seemed to have no contact information for Vanhe Studio, so he had to give up.

"Okay," Fan He closed the contract left by his father, rubbed his sore brow with his fingers, and said, "Xiao Yang, go book the plane ticket. Secretary Zhao, go through the transfer procedures for my father. As for the company, you handle the small matters, and I will handle the big matters after the show."

Secretary Zhao stared, "Now the entire board of directors is waiting for you to take charge. There will be a meeting tomorrow. What will I say if you don't go? Also, the big cooperation right now is a good opportunity to crack down on those old guys in the company. If you don't go to discuss it in person, what will outsiders think?"

Xiao Yang remained silent.

Tong Xiyuan, who had been silent the whole time, finally put down the book he had been reading for most of the time. The zigzag line graphs and dense professional terms on the book were dizzying, and no one knew how he could continue reading.

He walked up to Fan He and said word by word: "Ask the crew for a few more days off and go back after you finish the important work."

Secretary Zhao asked, "What happened next?"

He is Brahma's father's confidant and puts the company first in everything.

Tong Xiyuan glanced at Fan He, and when he saw the dark circles under the man's eyes, he frowned slightly and said seriously, "I can help you with it."