Mengjie answered a phone call and stood by the French windows chatting for a long time.

Afterward, her expression became serious, and she asked, "Are you... really talking behind my back?"

I raised my hand and swore, "Mengjie, you know me the best. I've been through so many years. How could I have the leisure to fall in love?"

"Besides, I've only met Pei Yu twice in total. It's even more impossible with him."

Mengjie nodded, relieved. "As long as you haven't forgotten. These years, the things taken away from you, we will all snatch them back."

She anxiously tapped her finger on the coffee table and hesitantly said, "The program team just called me. The game officials plan to promote you and Pei Yu as a CP [couple]."

"In other words, you and Pei Yu need to playact as a couple in public, using your own tactics against them."

I couldn't believe my ears and looked at her in shock.

Without giving me a chance to argue, Mengjie immediately added, "Whether you agree or not, I've already accepted it for you."

After years of working together, I had long grown accustomed to her domineering nature and helplessly said, "At least I used to consider myself a competent actor. What's the point of doing this? Isn't it just damaging my reputation?"

Mengjie didn't answer and threw her phone at me. "See for yourself."

Seeing the contents on the screen, I couldn't laugh.

A fan with Pei Yu's profile picture had posted a long article and pictures about me, and it had already become popular.

【Lin Biao, stop stirring up trouble. After hiding for so long, you still want to make a comeback? Do you really think no one remembers the affair you had as a third party back then?】

The copywriting was unquestionable, but the images were blurred.

The person who exposed it kept saying that in order to secure the leading role, I went to a famous director's room in the middle of the night.

Back then, all the major marketing accounts were condemning me as a third party with identical copies and pictures.

No one could provide persuasive evidence. The majority of them were screenshots of interviews with paparazzi.

But the truth was that the director had called me out to discuss the script.

I received the room number from the director in the hotel corridor and realized that it was just the two of us.

Then, there was the sound of a camera shutter not far away, and I suddenly realized that I had fallen into a trap.

I followed the source of the sound, but there was not a single figure in sight.

It's all because I was too young at that time and believed that without substantial evidence, I wouldn't stir up any trouble.

But unexpectedly, that night, I was pushed to the forefront of the storm.