yournovel Chapter 241 Speechless
Chapter 241 Speechless
Chapter 241 Speechless
This matter is now concluded.
After waving goodbye to the two adults and one child, Yu Huan put on his helmet, spurred his little BMW, and rode lightly off the curb.
The sky was overcast, but the sunlight stubbornly pierced through, its rays seemingly softening the biting wind.
Yu Huan gripped the handlebars firmly with both hands, weaving through the twists and turns.
Without paying attention, I passed the Helong Stadium and unknowingly arrived at the square in front of the Tian Han Grand Theater.
The Grand Theatre occupies a vast area and stands majestically, exuding an impressive aura.
Ten years from now, due to various factors, the grand theater, which is currently thriving, will become desolate and deserted, until everyone leaves.
He raised his head slightly.
My gaze followed the layers of stairs slowly upwards, looking out at the clear glass curtain wall at the entrance.
On either side of the open glass doors are poster stands as tall as a person, and many energetic young people are taking photos with the posters.
The album signing event will start at 12:30, but it's only a little past 10 o'clock now, and many enthusiastic fans have already arrived early.
Lin Yourong must be in a room somewhere in the Grand Theater at this moment.
Yu Huan's heart skipped a beat. He took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and found the contact 'Wife' in his address book.
My fingertips paused briefly on the dial keys.
After some thought, considering that he wasn't wearing a hat or a mask, reason ultimately prevailed over impulse, and he gently clicked to exit the contacts list.
Forget it.
It's best not to cause her any trouble.
You can just tap your card from a distance.
Yu Huan thought for a moment, then opened WeChat, opened his chat with his wife, took a picture of the theater from afar, and sent it to her with the caption:
"Hehe, just passing by on business, see you tonight!" (with two red lip emojis)
Yu Huan's lips unconsciously curled up slightly. He put his phone back in his pocket, put his hands on the handlebars again, and sped away.
I hadn't gone far from the Grand Theatre when my phone suddenly vibrated and rang.
Yu Huan wondered if it was his wife calling.
He glanced quickly in the rearview mirror, then hurriedly turned the car to the right and stopped at the curb.
He took out his phone and checked it, only to find it was an unfamiliar local number.
Yu Huan scratched his chin and then answered the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Yu, your package has arrived—"
Yu Huan realized that the large quantity of sound-absorbing cotton was no small package, and since there was a door-to-door delivery service, she naturally had to take advantage of it.
He quickly replied, "Hello, I'm outside, I'll be home in fifteen minutes."
"I'll deliver it to you before noon, is that alright?"
"no problem."
"Ok."
"Thank you." After hanging up the phone, Yu Huan glanced at WeChat again.
After confirming that his wife had not replied, he put his phone in his coat pocket and turned on the gas.
After a whirlwind journey, Yu Huan arrived home and glanced at the wall clock.
The morning seemed to be fast-forwarded, and it was already eleven o'clock.
Yu Huan's hands and feet didn't stop for a moment. She immediately went into the kitchen and started cooking.
I slaughtered a small, weak crucian carp and braised it, then stir-fried some baby bok choy. After giving the kitchen a thorough cleaning, I finally sat down at the table and began to enjoy my lunch.
The phone on the table suddenly vibrated and rang three crisp notification sounds in succession.
Yu Huan unlocked his phone, his gaze falling on the messages Lin Yourong had sent him:
"Honey, I was putting on makeup just now, and I didn't even notice that my phone was in Sister Ru's bag!"
Why didn't you call?
Where are we now?
Yu Huan smiled and took a picture of the two dishes and rice, then sent it over: "I cooked two dishes when I got home, ready to eat."
'oh oh. '
'Are you really just passing by?'
Yu Huan picked up a piece of tender baby bok choy with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, while her eyes were studying the two messages sent by Lin Yourong.
He hurriedly typed in the nine-key keypad and asked, "What do you mean, honey? Do you want me to come see you?"
"Pah! What do you mean I want you to come see me? Come if you want, don't come if you don't."
Yu Huan looked at her seemingly unrestrained yet slightly willful remarks.
After a moment's thought, considering how to reply without losing face, Lin Yourong quickly sent another message:
Prepare a sumptuous dinner and wait for me to return.
"Yes, Your Majesty! As you command, Empress Dowager."
"Xiao Huanzi, if you're free this afternoon and would like to come to the book signing, you can call Sister Ru!"
Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle.
Could Lin Yourong be imagining that he went to see her on purpose but then went home because he was afraid of bothering her?
cough cough.
Just passing by!
However, Lin Yourong's understanding nature warmed Yu Huan's heart.
He swallowed the fish in his mouth, quickly typed three words, and clicked send:
'no problem!'
"Then you eat well first, I'm going to get busy."
"Okay." Yu Huan put down her phone and started eating voraciously.
Suddenly, the cell phone next to me started vibrating rapidly, ringing with an incoming call.
Yu Huan glanced at the delivery number she had called earlier, remembering that the address she had only filled in was for Unit 2, Building 7. She quickly answered the call and held it to her ear, asking immediately:
"Dude, are you in yet?"
"I'm downstairs in Unit 2."
"Please deliver this to room 301 on the third floor."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Yu Huan hung up the phone.
He devoured the remaining food in a flash, then threw down his chopsticks, got up, and opened the front door.
After turning back to tidy up the dishes, I soon heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairwell.
Yu Huan hurriedly moved to the door.
A short man, carrying a huge square woven bag taller than himself, stepped up the last step of the stairs, turned slightly, and shuffled towards him.
The short man seemed to handle heavy tasks with ease.
Of course, this sound-absorbing cotton is just bulky; it's actually not very heavy.
Yu Huan quickly took two steps back to make room and said, "Just put it at the entrance."
"Wait a minute, there's one more." The short man put down the woven bag and let out a long sigh. He glanced up at Yu Huan and hurriedly turned to go downstairs. Hearing the light footsteps gradually descending, Yu Huan went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors.
After a moment's consideration, he grabbed one corner of the woven bag with one hand and easily dragged it to the guest room.
He used scissors to cut the binding rope, opened the bag, and neatly stacked pieces of snow-white flame-retardant sound-absorbing cotton were inside.
You get what you pay for.
Although it was purchased online, the items chosen were not cheap. I squeezed them with my hands and they were somewhat elastic, not the kind that are soft and fluffy like cotton. The quality seemed pretty good.
After the short man brought up the remaining package, Yu Huan thanked him politely, closed the front door, and dragged him into the guest room in the same way.
This sound-absorbing cotton, made of polyester fiber, is safer than glass wool and rock wool. Therefore, he took it out without hesitation and counted the number briefly.
After confirming that the quality and quantity of the goods were correct, he immediately left the room, closing the door behind him.
Yu Huan's plan was to first install a suspended ceiling, then replace the windows, followed by the walls, and finally lay a layer of soundproof carpet. In this way, a barely usable soundproof room would be completed.
Of these, the suspended ceiling is the most troublesome. As for replacing the windows, that naturally requires hiring professionals.
Yu Huan pondered for a moment, then took out a bag of ChaCha sunflower seeds from Yu Chengcheng's snack bag and casually pressed the power switch on the TV cabinet.
He lay comfortably on the sofa, listening to the background noise of the TV, leisurely eating sunflower seeds, and playing on his phone.
After inspecting the WeChat work group, he opened the Weibo application and searched for information about Lin Su.
The square was filled with fans showering the audience with compliments and posts about the first physical music album.
Yu Huan is well aware of the complexity of the online world.
As the saying goes, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.
Marketing accounts may use abbreviations that are confusing at first glance but become clear after reading the whole article, such as the abbreviation 'LS', which makes it difficult to guard against.
With that in mind, Yu Huan typed 'LS' into the search box.
A jumble of Weibo posts immediately came into view.
Yu Huan clicked on the live feed, and with a light swipe of her finger, she saw a Weibo post related to Lin Su:
'Is LS really a living example of wealth and luxury? She was just smeared on social media with paid articles and online trolls, and now a crackdown on online smear campaigns has begun. The first to be dealt with are the marketing accounts attacking her. I heard that two of her online troll groups were investigated by authorities yesterday. Some of her online haters deleted their accounts overnight. Now, PR companies are too afraid to take on smear campaigns against LS! [Tears turning into laughter][Tears turning into laughter]'
Yu Huan glanced at the nickname 'Gossip Goose Sister' and then clicked to enter the blogger's page. She was surprised to find that this was a big V with 100,000 followers.
A flower symbolizing wealth and honor in the human world?
These days, this way of describing female celebrities hasn't really become popular yet, has it?
Wang Xianjiao is such a loudmouth!
Yu Huan quickly left the square and searched for 'Human Wealth and Prosperity Flower' again.
After clicking on the live feed, he took a closer look and saw that six out of the ten Weibo posts were related to Lin Su. He continued scrolling down and quickly reached the bottom.
Yu Huan first glanced at the username of the user who posted the Weibo post, then read the content:
Jiaojiao, who loves Susu: 'My Susu is really something else, isn't she? Although it's partly due to the internet cleanup campaign, all the negative articles about her disappeared overnight, cleaner than any other celebrity. I'm completely shocked! What kind of glamorous woman have I been following?!'
The Weibo post was published at 11:36 PM on January 11th, which was the day before yesterday. That was exactly the time when Wang Xianjiao had just finished reporting Lin Su's latest situation to him.
Moreover, the Weibo post was accompanied by a meme of the leader saying "You're right".
We've got him!
Sure enough, it's you!
Wang Xianjiao!
You've been exposed!
Yu Huan glanced at the comments section below, which showed over a hundred comments.
He clicked in and saw that the comments were clearly from Lin Yourong's little fans:
'Susu is truly amazing! The smear articles disappeared overnight. Is this the power of a socialite?'
"Jiaojiao is right, my Susu has a powerful background, she can't be easily slandered!"
'I've remembered that title, "Flower of Wealth and Prosperity in the Human World." From now on, I'll call her Susu, the Flower of Wealth and Prosperity, hahaha!'
……
Yu Huan had originally planned to follow Wang Xianjiao, but then she remembered that her nickname was simple and plain: 'Huanhuanhuanhuanhuan~'
If this is the only thing that gets noticed, his disguise will probably be exposed instantly.
After a moment's thought, he gave up.
At this moment, Yu Huan had a small goal: to go out to the Grand Theater to see Lin Yourong. Time seemed to pass by exceptionally slowly because of this.
He scrolled through his phone listlessly, glancing at the time in the upper left corner of the screen every now and then, then glancing at the wall clock, and occasionally standing up and walking around.
Finally, when the clock struck 1:20, Yu Huan immediately sprang up from the sofa without hesitation, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and rummaged through the bedroom closet to find a three-piece bedding set—
Mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap.
He covered his face completely.
Holding a baseball cap, he quickly took three steps at a time and went downstairs.
He rode the electric scooter parked outside the garage, put on his helmet, and turned the throttle all the way to the floor. He arrived at the Grand Theater a little over ten minutes later.
Lock the electric scooter at the designated parking spot.
After getting ready, we climbed the long, steep steps.
He glanced at the poster next to the entrance, which indicated that the address for Lin Yourong's album signing event in Xingcheng Station was on the sixth floor lobby.
Yu Huan glanced at the crowd coming and going, focusing her attention on some young people. Most of them were carrying posters, signs, light sticks and other support items, and some were even carrying music albums.
After a moment's consideration, Yu Huan moved to a quiet corner and decided to call Sister Ru first.
The surroundings were somewhat noisy, and Yu Huan pressed the receiver tightly to her ear.
After the long ringtone, Yu Huan felt that the call would soon be interrupted by a notification that no one had answered, but fortunately the call was answered in an instant.
"Hey, Yu Huan, you're not really coming, are you?" came Sister Ru's low voice from the other end of the phone.
Yu Huan was speechless: "What, can't I come? Aren't you welcome?"
"How could I not welcome you! You're Mr. Y! My boss! How could I not welcome you?" Sister Ru chuckled awkwardly. "By the way, are you ready to disguise yourself?"
Yu Huan glanced at the middle-aged man smoking not far from him and said, "Fully armed, sunglasses, mask, and hat all in place!"
"Okay, take the elevator to the fifth floor, go to the fire escape, I'll wait for you there... Also, Susu is busy signing autographs on stage, and there are a lot of media people there, you can't go up there and cause trouble!"
Hear this.
Yu Huan felt as crows cawing overhead.
Wuyu's mother opened the door for Wuyu.
I'm speechless.
Yu Huan sighed helplessly: "Do I look like someone who doesn't know what's important?"
"picture!"
"Uh... I'll hang up now, see you later." Yu Huan didn't want to argue with her any longer.
"Ok."
……
"hello!"
Yu Huan stood on the platform at the corner of the fire escape stairwell, looking up at the profile of Sister Ru, who was leaning against the door with her elbows crossed.
His call, neither too loud nor too soft, echoed in the empty hallway, slightly drowning out the gentle music flowing from the sixth floor.
Upon hearing the sound, Sister Ru turned her head and glanced downstairs.
A tall figure, fully armed except for his ears, was seen taking two steps at a time as he ascended the stairs.
She quickly turned around and waved to him:
"Mr. Y, hi~"
(End of this chapter)