Be what you are, don't shirk responsibility, don't take the blame, make your stance clear, apologize sincerely, and explain the future.
After finishing writing, Zhou Zhou scanned the entire document again, corrected the sentences, and then submitted it.
Sincerity shines through every word.
A knocking sound came from the bathroom.
Zhou Zhou turned his neck, pulled out a chair, walked over, and stood in front of the bathroom door looking at the half-figure behind the frosted glass.
The sound of running water in the bathroom had long since stopped.
"Do you need any help, Mr. Fu?" Zhou Zhou asked loudly, making sure the people in the bathroom could hear him.
"Where did you put my things?" Fu Hengzhi's tone was clearly displeased, and even Zhou Zhou was taken aback by the question.
Oh right, when he takes a shower, everything in the bathroom is for one person only. He and Fu Hengzhi can use the same shower gel and shampoo, but not other things.
They must have been kept by the original owner.
“Oh, I noticed you haven’t been coming back to stay lately, so I put everything away.” Zhou Zhou activated his memory and pointed out to Fu Hengzhi, “The toiletries are in the second small cabinet on the left above the sink, the towels are on the bottom shelf, and I’ll go get the bath towels for you right now.”
Zhou Zhou dashed to the dressing room, opened the innermost cabinet, and found bath towels hanging on a horizontal rack with Fu Hengzhi's pillow underneath. The items in her hands all felt brand new and unused.
Zhou Zhou tossed the pillow onto the bedside table, took a bath towel, knocked on the bathroom door, and handed the towel inside.
Back at my computer, I refreshed the data and found that the apology letter I had just sent out regarding my withdrawal from the entertainment industry had already been read over 10,000 times.
"Wow." Zhou Zhou glanced at the time. "Do netizens these days live on the internet?"
I glanced at the comments below, which were close to four figures, and couldn't help but sigh.
"The quality of netizens this year is worrying."
When Fu Hengzhi came out, he saw Zhou Zhou clicking her tongue and making sarcastic remarks in front of the screen. He sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up a dry towel from the back of his neck to dry his hair, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I posted an apology letter on Weibo announcing my retirement from the entertainment industry, and the netizens' reaction was a bit... intense?" Zhou Zhou carefully chose his words and answered tactfully.
Turning her head, she was slightly amazed by Fu Hengzhi's appearance after taking a bath, raising an eyebrow slightly, "President Fu, your figure and temperament are really good."
It's really good. Some people go shirtless with a towel around their neck like laborers, exuding simplicity inside and out. Fu Hengzhi belongs to the latter. His deep V-neck nightgown partially conceals his sexy chest muscles, and the outline of his abdominal muscles can be seen at the bottom of the V.
The original owner's figure wasn't very good; she was fair-skinned and thin, and didn't gain weight, which didn't fit his aesthetic.
"Yes, I need to practice," Zhou Zhou thought, nodding.
Fu Hengzhi watched as Zhou Zhou's previously amazed expression suddenly turned serious, and then asked him a serious question, "President Fu, how long have you been practicing?"
"...start from university."
"Awesome!" Zhou Zhou gave him a big thumbs up.
Before Fu Hengzhi could speak, his phone, which was on the bedside table, vibrated.
Fu Hengzhi picked up his phone to answer the call from his secretary.
"Mr. Fu, your wife posted a Weibo about retiring from the entertainment industry, and the comments section has been flooded with hate comments. Should we contact the official channels to suppress the negative attention?"
“Okay, sure.” Fu Hengzhi glanced at Zhou Zhou, walked straight to the balcony, and casually closed the slide door.
The sound was isolated in a corner of the balcony.
"Oh?" Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow, staring at the computer screen.
Although he couldn't hear what was being said, he was certain the other person was a woman. The fact that Fu Hengzhi would take the call behind his back meant something was up.
Zhou Zhou whistled with delight, and even the rhythm of his typing on the keyboard became much more cheerful.
On the balcony, Fu Hengzhi instructed his secretary to contact this person and complete that task, going through the process with such skill that it was almost heartbreaking.
"Mr. Fu, is it just about suppressing the hype?"
"Hmm." Fu Hengzhi glanced at Zhou Zhou's expression through the glass door. He saw that Zhou Zhou was fidgeting and staring at the screen, seemingly unaffected by the situation on Weibo.
"Mr. Fu, whose phone is that?" The slide door was pulled open, and Zhou Zhou tilted her head and gave Fu Hengzhi a bright smile as he entered, her gossipy little eyes blinking.
"Secretary," Fu Hengzhi replied calmly, sitting down at the foot of the bed.
A secretary? Secretary He? How dedicated!
Zhou Zhou focused his attention on the screen, glanced at the time, and thought, "It's not that late, but this call is really... wait a minute."
Zhou Zhou suddenly realized, "So that's how it is!"
In the original work, Secretary He appears quite frequently. At least in the parts he has read, whenever Fu Hengzhi appears, Secretary He is inevitably involved. Although he has never met her, the book provides a description of Secretary He's appearance from the perspective of the protagonist.
Wen Luo waited a moment beside the van, then saw a young woman carrying a leather document bag gracefully emerge from the Fu family building. Her black blazer paired with a fishtail pencil skirt accentuated her curves perfectly. Despite her youthful face, she wore chain-link silver-rimmed glasses, exuding a meticulous air, a blend of naivety and maturity…
Wow, I thought Fu Hengzhi didn't have an official romantic partner, but it turns out they might have an office romance. So this is the type Fu Hengzhi likes.
But the book doesn't say, and Zhou Zhou doesn't know exactly when Fu Hengzhi started this relationship.
No, he needs to find an excuse to visit the company. If the two of them work together, his divorce is just around the corner.
"Hehehe~" Zhou Zhou couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fu Hengzhi paused lightly on the verification code box, and when he looked up, he could only see Zhou Zhou's trembling back as she tried to suppress her laughter, as well as the computer screen that was mostly obscured by her figure.
Even with most of it covered, only a corner is visible, and you can still see the words "Weibo".
"?" You're so happy even after being scolded?
Fu Hengzhi registered a new Weibo account with a puzzled look in his mind. Skipping over the various bloggers recommended by the official account, he entered the name 'Zhou Zhou' in the search box in the upper left corner.
Blogger: Zhou Zhou
Introduction: Follow us so you don't get lost and we'll help you find your way home.
Fu Hengzhi: "..."
[Notification: You have successfully followed us.]
[Author's Note: Zhou Zhou: Let me see some office romance, hehehe~]
Fu Hengzhi: Got it. Let's go to the company together tomorrow. My computer has a fast internet speed and my desk is quite spacious.
Zhou Zhou: ? ? ?
Happy New Year, my little darlings!
There are always a day or two during the Lunar New Year when I don't feel like writing, sob sob.
Chapter Twenty: Why Did You Delete My Comments?
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The Fu family has its own official Weibo account, but it has very few followers. This is because very few people in the upper echelons of society are into this. As for registering a Weibo account in the name of the company, it is something that has only been done in recent years to keep up with the times.
The personal information used was that of Fu Hongjiang, a director of the Fu Group. Fu Hengzhi was a new official, and his private information had not yet been exposed to big data.
Two meters away from the foot of the bed was the computer desk. Zhou Zhou was sitting upright with his back to him, typing away passionately. Even so, Fu Hengzhi, who was doing this for the first time, was still nervous because of his guilty conscience.
His gaze was unfocused; he would look at his phone for a few seconds and then look up again, giving the illusion that the other person would suddenly turn around and appear in front of him.
Clicking on the profile picture, the latest Weibo post is the apology letter about leaving the entertainment industry that the other party mentioned.
Fu Hengzhi read it carefully, nodded solemnly, and found the sentences to be impartial and without any excess, and his attitude to be sincere, without any intention of belittling himself.
It can be described as a typical notification letter with a standard format and content.
Let's take a look at the attitude of netizens on Guangda.
Fu Hengzhi clicked on the comments, which had already exceeded four digits, and his brows gradually furrowed.
This was the first time Fu Hengzhi had seen the other party's Weibo post. Usually, his secretary would follow up and explain the situation to him in real time.
He was uncomfortable seeing all sorts of offensive language, both overt and covert. Even someone who hadn't experienced it felt uncomfortable just looking at it, let alone someone who was directly involved.
Fu Hengzhi leaned against the headboard and glanced up at Zhou Zhou's back.
Zhou Zhou signed a contract with a long-established literary website. He sent the manuscript over around noon and just received the approval notification. He is currently dealing with the contract.
After finishing the contract, Zhou Zhou turned his stiff and sore neck, making a crisp sound of bones grinding together.
That's all for today. He can relax a bit, play some games, listen to some music, and spend the remaining half hour before 11 o'clock.
Let's start right away, let's have a go.
Zhou Zhou hadn't forgotten the male friendship she'd built during the day, and contacted Ye Misheng via WeChat, saying he was in the e-sports club at university.
Zhou Zhou: Are you asleep?
-Zhou Zhou: See you in the canyon?
The other party didn't reply, and the game was automatically updating a more than 1GB installation package. With nothing else to do, Zhou Zhou decided to browse Weibo.
Let's have some fun.
Zhou Zhou has always been very resilient to pressure; he started working as an online writer during his university years.
It's still written for male audiences, mostly by a bunch of grown men. If you write well, they'll praise you and say you're awesome; if you don't meet their expectations, they'll criticize you passionately.
I'm used to it by now, and sometimes I even find inspiration in the comments.
Zhou Zhou logged into the Weibo web version and saw that the number of views had exceeded 100,000, the number of likes had exceeded 10,000, and the number of comments had exceeded four figures. He couldn't help but sigh.
Sigh~
Even negative publicity is still publicity, and the original owner's high level of attention made him envious.
If his novels were as popular, earning over ten million a year wouldn't be a dream.
Zhou Zhou rested his chin on his hand, idly scrolling through the comments. Unexpectedly, he saw a popular comment with the most likes, which had a different style from the others.
Everyone has their own niche, and may you shine brightly in your own world.
"Wow."
This fan's comment is like a teacher's report card for a student's final year report.
Zhou Zhou clicked on the comments under this popular comment, and sure enough, it was true.
The person was pushed up there by insults, while the crowd below continued to shout.
--Go up there and get scolded.
--I feel relieved to see a bunch of people criticizing you.