That night, Ran Xing’s PR department worked overtime to prepare a counter to deal with this. They had just come up with a plan when Jennie’s Weibo appeared.
The PR manager waved a hand. “Hold up everyone, don’t post anything yet!”
Jisoo went over with confusion. “What’s the problem?”
“Jennie posted a Weibo, take a look.”
“—”
Before Jisoo could ask, Jennie called. She sounded sluggish.
“You’re at the office?”
“Just arrived. What’s up with your Weibo, didn’t I ask you not to look?” Jisoo said.
“Let’s not talk about that. Have them go to my comment section and get it going.”
Jisoo was confused. “What’s going on?”
“Are you stupid?” Jennie laughed lightly. “Wu Ke’s popularity isn’t going down yet.”
Jisoo understood it at once. “This doesn’t bode well for Roseanne, does it? We’ve no evidence that she did this.”
“She just sent me a message saying that if I’m willing to help her clarify Wu Ke’s scandal from earlier, she’ll help me clarify this one.” Jennie found it funny. “You weren’t too wrong, but it’s not that bunnies bite people when enraged, rather dogs try to jump over walls when harried.”
Jisoo said, “—She really is something. When she was working, we never treated her badly, did we?”
“Since she’s coming to toss rocks down the well, then we’ll have them help us block the wind. We can do Lin Xia’s exposé tomorrow, clean up what you have at the moment and post it during peak hours online.” She considered a moment before saying, “Isn’t ‘meet on x-day’ trending, right now? We can play that too.”
Jisoo turned around and, after finishing up her talk with the PR department, went outside the office.
“In the future, I wouldn’t dare anger you easily. If I have erred in the past when we’re working together, please forgive me.” She tsked. “And Yang Ruolin, what do you plan to do?”
Jennie went silent for a while. Behind her, the guy bent over, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re still not sleeping.”
Jisoo on the other end of the phone: “—”
“She likes comparing, so let her do that,” Jennie said. “There are too many things going on, I’m afraid the bystanders watching the show would be too busy.”
Jisoo said from the bottom of her heart, “I’ll thank you for them.”
Next day.
Taehyung woke early. When he got up Jennie’s phone was lit, an incoming call – an unknown number.
After settling everything with Jisoo yesterday night, Jennie had set her phone to silent.
A few seconds later, it stopped flashing. A whole screen filled with unanswered calls came into view, about thirty calls.
He retrieved his gaze and was about to go to the washroom when he noticed some messages on his phone too. It was also a stranger’s number, but the other introduced themselves at once.
[Taehyungie, I’m Ruolin, Grandpa wants me to invite you to come for a barbecue this weekend, would Taehyung be willing to show his face~?]
[Waiting for your reply~]
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He's Mine No Objection Allowed | Taennie Adaptation [Under Editing]
RomanceAuthors note: this is not my own story Credit to the real owner of the story Ms. Jiàng Zì Bèi