Chapter 92: Companionship Is the Longest-Lasting Declaration of Love

This trend quickly swept across the entire internet!

The dirt was the same old tired accusations: American, forged academic records, nude photos, gender transition, Yangzhou slender horses, godfather.

These dirt allegations flooded everywhere, even more intense than before—there was no choice, everyone was joining forces.

Liu Tianxian took so many endorsements and so many appearances, but she blocked too many people's paths—those endorsements and gigs could go to others if not to her.

It was like blocking everyone's source of income!

Due to the scale of the scandal, some netizens didn't believe it, because it was too absurd—only a fool would believe Liu Tianxian was gender transitioning.

But some dirt sparked heated discussion among netizens—her academic records, for instance.

"I'm curious—how did Liu Tianxian get admitted to Beijing Film Academy under special circumstances?"

"Is Liu Tianxian's background legitimate? American privilege?"

"If capital falsifies academic credentials, why should ordinary students sweat over their books? Please directly respond: did capital use backdoor connections?"

"How did Liu Tianxian get into your school?"

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Online, everyone was discussing her academic records.

To address this, Beijing Film Academy had no choice but to issue a clarification, listing all the years and steps of Liu Tianxian's education from elementary school through to Beijing Film Academy.

They also stated that student Liu Tianxian holds American citizenship, has obtained a high school diploma, fully meets the admission criteria at the time, and satisfies qualifications for international students.

Although the school issued a clarification, doubts persisted, and some even claimed she held dual citizenship.

Regardless of what was said, someone always steered the narrative.

Academic records and nationality were only one aspect—Liu's entire set of "nude photos" was deliberately spread across the entire internet by malicious actors.

It didn't matter whose body it was—just slap Liu's face on it, aiming to completely shatter her "fairy" image.

Old perverts online loved viewing them, didn't care if they were real or fake—as long as it had Liu's face, they could fantasize.

The scandal was even bigger than the academic records incident—Liu Tianxian's company and team had no choice but to issue a statement.

The statement declared: all online photos were maliciously photoshopped versions of Liu's promotional and drama stills, disseminated across major online communities—its methods were despicable, its intentions sinister, its goals vile, shocking to behold and revolting to anyone with a sense of morality.

In the end, explanations were useless—it was just dirt. Did people care about the truth? They cared about the spectacle!

If everything could be explained away, then there wouldn't be so many innocent people wronged in this world.

Amid the escalating scandal, Liu Tianxian had no choice but to halt operations again and adjust her mindset.

But she wouldn't retreat from the industry like two years ago—she chose to ignore it, shut herself off once more, and silently endure it all.

In this situation, she couldn't help but think of that man, who was also being smeared, even blacklisted by the entire industry.

Yet he remained calm, stabilized his company, held his team together—compared to him, she was truly inferior, running away and fleeing to Hong Kong for support whenever trouble struck.

"Huh!" Liu Tianxian let out a deep sigh!

Fang Hong had certainly seen Liu Tianxian being smeared everywhere, but he couldn't intervene—his current strength didn't permit it.

This wasn't just one opponent like Huayi—it was many acting together; with his current strength, he was no match. Even if he acted, he'd be drowned in a flood of verbal abuse—leaving not even a ripple.

He also had no good solution yet—he couldn't ask "Little Fairy" for help, because the nature of the incident had changed!

If he tied Liu Tianxian to "feminist extremism," it would be terrifying—male fans would vanish completely.

This could only be crushed by absolute strength—buying publicity drafts was about who had more money, who had more power—use their own methods against them. Who among the leading actors doesn't have some dirt?

If there's no dirt, fabricate some—focus on emotional harm!

For now, just let the Heizi enjoy their moment—reclaim it later.

Those people's tactics were even more despicable than Fang Hong's before—Liu Tianxian must now feel again the malice and greed of human nature.

This situation had some benefits for Fang Hong—he could offer Liu Tianxian warmth. A hero saving a beauty only leaves a fleeting memory.

Offering warmth, companionship is the longest-lasting confession.

At home, warm as spring—the Villa had heating.

Fang Hong crouched down, watching the German Shepherd lying on the floor, tongue lolling—its entire body was black, already taking shape as a formidable presence.

His mother bought it for home security—the yard was too large, she feared thieves, and Fang Hong was often away, so having a wolf dog gave a sense of safety.

But now the dog was still small, not grown yet—when it matured, it would be truly imposing.

Fang Hong was just about to reach out and pet it when the little wolf dog instantly dodged aside, baring its teeth at him and barking "Woof! Woof! Woof!"

It clearly didn't welcome him—telling him to get lost.

Fang Hong slapped it twice—immediately, the little wolf dog went still, lying motionless on the floor.

"Xiao Hong, why hasn't Yifei come around lately? Are you two having a fight?"

Xu Liyun walked over, dumping the uneaten meat into the dog's bowl—the little wolf dog immediately gobbled it up happily.

"There's a bit of a problem—we have some ideological differences, but it's nothing serious." Fang Hong didn't say they were close.

Subtly, it might mislead his mother.

"You should yield a little, don't always think you're right—harmony is what sustains a relationship." Xu Liyun advised.

"I know. I'm planning to go soothe her." Fang Hong stood up.

"Wait a moment."

Xu Liyun walked to the kitchen and returned with a thermos box: "Take this to her."

"What's this?"

Fang Hong opened the thermos box and looked inside.

"I made soy skin. Take it to her to try." Xu Liyun had checked the records—the girl was from Jiangcheng too, a fellow townsman—she'd probably like it.

"Alright!"

Fang Hong put on his down jacket and stepped out—the snow was falling heavily outside, still bitterly cold.

At the door, he seemed to remember something and turned back: "Mom, what's this dog's name?"

"Heizi!"

"Good name," Fang Hong said.

No matter how bold Heizi is, he's still just a dog that barks.

Outside, snow fell like willow fluff; the accumulated snow on the road was thick, and the pavement was slippery.

Going out, Fang Hong bought a plastic food container, then drove his Porsche to the large iron gate of Liu Tianxian's house—he had been here once before, so he remembered.

He hadn't notified Liu Tianxian beforehand; if he had, the girl would surely have said, "No need, no need," and refused. So he came directly, stood at the gate, then called to say he was here, right at the door.

Liu Tianxian stood by the second-floor window, phone in hand, gazing outside—and indeed saw a person dressed warmly, covered in snow, shivering in the snowstorm.

She hung up the phone and ran downstairs, just meeting Liu Xiaoli.

"Hey hey, Xixi, where are you going?"

"A friend came outside—I'm going to open the door for him."

Liu Tianxian called out, wrapped herself in a down jacket, then stepped outside.

Liu Xiaoli watched at the door, seeing it was that young man again.

Clearly, this guy has real feelings for our Xixi—otherwise he wouldn't keep borrowing money, borrowing cars, and chasing so persistently.

Obviously, he's after her body.

Liu Tianxian opened the large iron gate and saw Fang Hong with his hands crossed over his chest; thinking he was cold, she asked, "It's so cold outside—why aren't you staying home? What are you doing here?"

"To see you."

Fang Hong pulled open his outer down jacket and took out the tofu skin he'd been holding against his chest, handing it over: "This is what my mom made for you—she wants you to taste it and see if it's good."

The tofu skin had been switched from a thermal box to a plastic container!

Liu Tianxian took it and found the plastic container still warm.

This man had carried it all the way, keeping it warm against his chest for her to eat it hot.

It stirred a warm flow through her body!

Though she and this man disagreed on some things, this sincerity still moved her deeply.

Everyone outside was cursing her, yet this man was bringing her warmth.

Fang Hong noticed her expression, saw no sign of displeasure, and continued: "My mom doesn't know what you like to eat. When she heard you were born in Jiangcheng, she specifically made this. If you don't like it, just throw it away—it's fine."

He never mentioned his own efforts, yet constantly made his presence felt!

How could Liu Tianxian possibly throw it away? It was made by his mother, and he'd carried it all the way just to keep it warm for her.

"I like it."

Liu Tianxian stepped aside, inviting: "It's cold outside—come in."

Fang Hong didn't refuse; he walked right in.

He'd come to keep her company—what's the point of being pretentious?

Finally, he'd stepped through Liu Tianxian's door—it wasn't easy, taking nearly a year of thought and strategy.

But what did Liu Xiaoli think of him?

It didn't matter—he could just hold onto the mindset: "Even if she treats me a thousand times cruelly, I'll still treat her like my first love."

Could Liu Xiaoli really be heartless? He didn't believe it!

The two walked side by side up the steps and entered the Villa's living room.

"Hello, Auntie Liu!"

Fang Hong saw Liu Xiaoli watching him with a critical gaze and greeted her.

"You two chat—I'll go get some fruit."

Liu Xiaoli didn't kick him out; instead, she offered hospitality.

He was a guest—she wasn't unreasonable. As for his ulterior motives, she'd warn Xixi after he left.

"There's the sofa—let's go over there," Liu Tianxian pointed to the living room sofa area.

Fang Hong nodded, glanced around the living room layout, walked to the sofa, and sat down, chatting casually: "Your house is huge—bigger than mine."

"It's just a place to live, nothing special. A bit messy—I haven't tidied up much."

Liu Tianxian took off her down jacket, revealing a simple home outfit underneath—plain, yet accentuating her curves.

She sat cross-legged on the rug, opened the tofu skin on the coffee table, and a scent of sesame filled the air—she hadn't eaten it in a long time.

She glanced at the man across from her: "Aren't you hot? Why don't you take off your down jacket?"

"Oh, yes, hot!"

Fang Hong stood up, took off his down jacket, looking somewhat awkward.

Liu Tianxian watched him, picked up her chopsticks, and said: "Hey, you weren't like this before—you're not yourself."

"It's my first time here—I'm a little nervous."

Fang Hong leaned closer, lowered his voice—afraid his mother-in-law would hear.

Liu Tianxian couldn't help smiling: "I thought you were fearless!"

"In business, I can't afford to fear anyone—if I did, everyone following me would fear too. But in daily life, it's different—that's my true self," Fang Hong said.

"Makes sense."

Liu Tianxian nodded, eating the tofu skin.

She didn't know which side of this man was real.

But for him to speak words meant only for her—rare indeed, because such words could never be spoken to outsiders.

"Is this thing tasty?" Fang Hong asked.

"It's delicious—I didn't know your mom had this skill," Liu Tianxian said.

"If you like it, I'll bring it to you every day," Fang Hong said.

"No need for all that trouble. Eating it once in a while is quite nice — eat too much and it stops tasting as good." Liu Tianxian shook her head.

Fang Hong figured she had a point and said nothing.

The two of them fell somewhat silent for a moment. Liu Tianxian merely sat quietly eating the tofu skin, more subdued than before — she must have been affected by that incident.

Fang Hong glanced at her and tried to say, "This online harassment thing — I'm the one who dragged you into it. If I hadn't stirred up such a big fuss attacking Hua Yi, none of this would have happened. I didn't think things through."

"It's not your fault. They'd have done the same with or without you — it has nothing to do with you." Liu Tianxian cut him off.

(End of Chapter)