My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Gu Ming stayed behind and told the arriving station director, “Mr. Li went backstage to tend to his wounds.”

“I’ll head there right away.” The station director was sweating profusely, whether from rushing or from fright wasn’t clear.

Gu Ming gestured to stop him, bluntly refusing, “There are already people there, and Mr. Li doesn’t like crowds. You’d better stay here.”

“But…”

With a stern face, Gu Ming continued in no uncertain terms, “Also, Mr. Li is fine now. Continue with the remaining program as planned, so the viewers on TV and the audience here won’t think something major has happened…”

The main point was to minimize the impact of the incident where Miss Rong was hit with an egg on stage.

He would have to contact Nick Studio soon and have Mr. Nick step in to suppress the news frenzy. As for the Li Group’s public relations department, there was no question they’d be working overtime all night!

The station director understood his intention to downplay the incident, but he hadn’t expected Rong Yan to be involved, assuming it was Li Shengxiao’s preference for privacy and fear of unnecessary exposure.

He silently vowed to remind his network of contacts to help deflate the situation, nodding, “I understand. Assistant Gu, if there’s anything you need help with later, make sure to tell me.”

“Of course.” Gu Ming exchanged a few pleasantries with him and then they separated to handle their respective tasks.

He needed to alert the public relations department and Nick Studio without delay to prevent the spread of the news. He also had to get the police to thoroughly interrogate those individuals to see who was behind this stage accident.

Once the mastermind was found, they would have nowhere to hide!

The performance on stage resumed.

In the venue filled with tens of thousands of people, there was still some noise and unrest, but it was mostly calmed down by the host. Fans eagerly awaiting their idols’ performances were quick to have their attention diverted. Others, reasoning they had paid for their tickets and would lose out if they didn’t watch the whole show, gradually had their gaze drawn back to the restarted gala on stage.

Only in the second row of the VIP section sat a person with the celebrity uniform of mask and hat, who became restless. As soon as the lights dimmed, they quietly stood up from their seat and slipped away like a thief.

She moved quickly, as if there were ghosts chasing her, hurrying along until she reached the outdoors.

Outside, a nanny car was quietly parked not far around the corner.

As soon as she emerged, the nanny car’s door opened, and a man inside shouted at her rudely, “What are you running around for? Get in the car quick!”

The woman wearing the mask and acting stealthy immediately jumped into the nanny car.

Besides the surly man, there was also a delicately made-up woman in the spacious nanny car. Her makeup was refined, not the kind that looked heavy at first glance, but rather literature and art flavored, intellectual and elegant. It was because of her unique charm that even though she didn’t seem young, she didn’t look old.