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The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (69)

The spectating Xiao Yi, who was eating melon seeds on the side, was utterly stunned.

Watching a dog-blood drama series was nothing compared to reality.

Lu Zixi picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and put it in, then said to the bodyguards: “Take her away and throw her in the company warehouse.”

When he thoroughly investigated the matter of Weiwei living at the orphanage.

He would release Bai Ziwen then.

When all was said and done, this was the person who raised Weiwei; Lu Zixi had no intention to kill her at the moment.

The bodyguards immediately dragged her out.

Lu Zixi turned to look at Xiao Yi. “You’re in charge of leading the public opinion online. Say that Bai Ziwen started a false rumor for money. I want the matter of me and Bai Weiwei not being siblings to be spread as quickly as possible.”

Bai Ziwen couldn’t have lied to him in this situation.

After all, this lie didn’t benefit her at all.

Xiao Yi immediately nodded and was just about to speak.

But suddenly, a stone broke through the glass window.

The stone rolled to Lu Zixi’s feet, and the shattered glass fell all over the floor.

Xiao Yi cried, “F*ck!” and looked up.

Outside the coffee shop stood a mass of fans and reporters, jeering and cursing.

It was fervently noisy.

Lu Zixi frowned. The bodyguards had left first.

He took out his phone and called to have the company send over a few more bodyguards.

As soon as he finished the call, he saw from among the throng of people a familiar, petite figure struggling to make her way to the coffee shop.

With her mask and her hair tied up in a round bun, she was noticeable and cute within the crowd of people even without seeing her face.

Lu Zixi’s pupils constricted, and his heart jumped up.

He could immediately tell it was Bai Weiwei.

The approaching fans and the reporters who were unafraid of the chaos were all potential danger factors.

If they discovered she was Bai Weiwei.

The situation could escalate out of control, and she could get hurt.

“Lu Zixi, did you really commit incest with your sister?”

The reporters shouted with all their might.

The door to the coffee shop was locked. They could only desperately push and shove the door.

But it would be the biggest scoop of the year for whoever could snag an interview with Lu Zixi, or even get a photo of him.

It was also a good opportunity for them to get a bonus.

But the fans weren’t that rational.

They screamed, “Lu Zixi, how could you be together with your sister?! So disgusting!”

“Get out of the entertainment circle!”

“This kind of person should go to jail! And that sister of yours is no good, either!”

“…”

Bai Weiwei was going to go deaf.

She glanced at the time.

There were less than five minutes left. Was she really going to go streaking around the Earth?

That image was too shameful; she didn’t dare to imagine it.

Bai Weiwei looked at the coffee shop’s broken window. Lu Zixi stood by the window, his figure tall and straight. Her delicate brows were furrowed in anxiety.

He saw her.

Bai Weiwei was just about to call out to him when her mask was ripped off.

Her pretty face was brought out into the sunlight.

The glistening, watery eyes, the soft skin, the hint of naivete–she was indescribably beautiful.

Such a person, amongst the riotous crowd1, could be distinguished with just a glance.

Lu Zixi stopped breathing. His eyes went red, and his fear made him unable to think.

Just as Xiao Yi was about to speak.

Lu Zixi had already run over, opened the door, and rushed out without the slightest hesitation.

On the other side, some fans had already recognized Bai Weiwei.

“Isn’t this Bai Weiwei?”

“This is the younger sister who committed incest with her older brother?”

“How does she still have the face to come out?”

“I thought that she’d only followed the unspoken rules, but I didn’t expect that she’d be so disgusting and hook up with her biological brother.”

“…”

Bai Weiwei looked at them blankly.

1: 群魔乱舞: evil spirits of all kinds dancing in a riotous revelry; OR rogues of all kinds running wild; evil-doers dominating the stage unrestrained.