Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 22: The death of a rabbit grieves the fox

Compared to Xie Beichun’s shocking murder case, the change of chairman in Xie Group didn’t attract much attention.

In the hearts of Spring City’s residents, Xie Beichun built an empire from scratch, always engaged in philanthropy, frequently appearing on financial headlines. How could someone like that be involved in a murder case?

And especially when the victim is someone as outstanding as Feng Chi, who is no less accomplished than Xie Beichun.

In this digital age, information spreads fast. In no time, the news had already snowballed into a topic known nationwide.

Radiant Entertainment mobilized all its marketing resources to control public sentiment online. In the past, they had used these tactics to promote their artists and suppress competitors, playing the online marketing game to perfection.

But this time, they suddenly realized that strategy didn’t work.

Radiant Entertainment’s public relations director, Lv Qing, was sweating profusely. "Why is this happening?"

"Director, bad news! Liang Ruofan just posted a tweet supporting Old Mr. Xie, and now he’s being roasted by netizens!"

Within the company, Xie Shiyao was called Little Miss Xie, while Xie Beichun was referred to as Old Mr. Xie.

Lv Qing clicked on Liang Ruofan’s tweet.

@LiangRuofanV: Innocent souls will stay innocent, I trust Mr. Xie.

The tweet had been posted five minutes ago, and its comments had already surpassed ten thousand. However, they were filled with fans advising him to delete it and flood in trolls who were arguing incessantly.

——Bro, bro, have you been kidnapped? Criminal cases are no joke to interfere with.

——Was it that old hag forcing you to post this? I knew she’d implode sooner or later. Bro, let’s grab the train and run overnight!

——LOL, this bootlicking is next-level.

The moment Lv Qing saw it, Liang Ruofan had already deleted the tweet, but netizens had taken screenshots earlier.

With this major actor stirring the pot, the impact exploded exponentially.

Lv Qing felt light-headed and dizzy.

My great film emperor Liang, are you just here to cause chaos?

"Bad news, President Lv...."

Lv Qing instinctively felt a tightness in her scalp. She couldn’t handle another "bootlicker"; her fragile heart couldn’t take it.

"Old Mr. Xie has been anonymously reported for multiple crimes, @ed to the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court just replied—they’re actively investigating...."

This was the classic case of kicking someone when they are down.

As everyone knows, Radiant Entertainment’s rapid rise in the entertainment industry and swift development were all thanks to the Xie family’s connections and resources.

If Xie Beichun were to fall, given Xie Shiyao’s usual aggressive tactics, the wall supporting Radiant Entertainment would crumble even faster and more violently.

"What kind of enemies has the Xie family provoked?" Lv Qing murmured softly.

It’s true that someone in Xie Beichun’s position—CEO of a listed company—would inevitably have skeletons in his closet. However, he had his network of connections, far from falling so miserably.

Lv Qing had been in the industry for many years and had honed her sharp intuition.

This time, the Xie family was certainly being targeted intentionally.

With overwhelming momentum, this wouldn’t be resolved easily.

She knew Xie Shiyao’s personality too well. After struggling for so many years, she wouldn’t go down with this sinking ship.

It was time to reach out to a headhunter.

Having made up her mind, Lv Qing discreetly slowed down her current work pace.

*

"Sir, sir, bad news!"

Bo Jiao, drunk and belligerent, hurled a wine bottle toward the voice. "What are you screeching for?"

The subordinate dodged the bottle nimbly, rushed to Bo Jiao’s side, and leaned in to whisper.

Bo Jiao froze suddenly, and the drunken haze in his eyes dissipated by half in an instant.

"What did you say?"

The icy aura emanating from him made the subordinate shiver as he stammered, "Xie... Xie Beichun has been arrested, and our people have been caught by Xiang Chenyan as well. Now the situation is very unfavorable for us...."

Unfavorable? It was a full-blown disaster.

"Xiang Chenyan...." Bo Jiao repeated the name, cold menace spilling from between his teeth.

"Looks like I underestimated him."

Bo Jiao, although unwilling to accept it, hadn’t lost his rationality just yet.

"Spread the word—tell our people to lay low for the time being. Let’s see if he can trace it back to me that easily."

"What about... the brothers who got caught...?"

Bo Jiao shot him a chilling glare.

The subordinate felt his chest tighten and mumbled a begrudging response as he retreated.

He had posed a foolish question. For the mercenaries who were captured, betrayal was never an option. From the moment they entered the organization, their lives no longer belonged to them.

When the plan goes awry, their only duty is to defend their loyalty with their lives.

At that moment, the subordinate couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow, like seeing a fellow fox perish.

He subconsciously glanced back at the man drowning in a haze of alcohol and revelry, a flicker of disdain passing through his gaze.

The ideals he held upon joining the organization had long since vanished without a trace, unknowingly eroded over time.

With a heavy heart, he stepped out of the room, took out his phone, and opened the PT system, systematically transmitting notifications.

Using the PT system for communications ensured that not even the top hackers could breach it.

Clutching the phone, he suddenly realized something he had overlooked.

The organization had an exceptionally rigorous confidentiality protocol. Every member maintained a flawless identity in their daily lives.

Even someone like Xiang Chenyan, with extensive criminal investigation experience, could never apprehend their people so swiftly.

This was precisely where Bo Jiao’s confidence stemmed from.

But now, with the facts staring him in the face, Bo Jiao, drunk and preoccupied with indulgences, hadn’t yet considered this.

His steps faltered, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Could there be a traitor within the organization?

No—perhaps it was a purifier.

"You... yes, you, bring me a towel."

The bathroom door opened slightly, revealing the dazzling face of a woman.

She flaunted her curvaceous figure without hesitation, the steam lingering around her adding an extra layer of sultry allure.

The man took a deep breath. "Hold on a moment."

He turned into the utility room.

Bo Jiao regularly brought different women back, each blindfolded upon arrival.

Bo Jiao was a cautious individual, never allowing the women to see his face.

And he himself was tasked with serving these women. If Bo Jiao were satisfied, he would compensate them financially—though luxury items left obvious trails, so Bo Jiao only conducted transactions in cash for prudence’s sake.

This particular woman, named Annie, had visited frequently enough that her boldness had grown significantly, often ordering him around imperiously.

He lowered his eyes, handed her the towel.

Ignoring her deliberate provocations, he turned to leave.

At that moment, the phone in his hand suddenly vibrated. Instinctively, he glanced at the screen.

An encrypted, unfamiliar number.

Driven by an inexplicable curiosity, he answered the call and placed the phone to his ear.