The next day, a terrible rumour spread—Huo Feng had been diverting funds.
The stocks of the Huo Corps took a nosedive. People were murmuring. But the center of it all—Huo Feng was calmly feeding his wife at this moment.
"You're really doing this?" she asked, breaking the silence, her tone low but sharp. "The entire board is in uproar, the media's tearing your name apart, and you're calmly feeding me breakfast?"
He raised his eyes, a faint smile tugging his lips. "Would you prefer I panic?"
"That's not funny, Huo Feng." Her voice trembled. "If these rumors continue—"
"They won't," he interrupted softly, setting the spoon down. "By tonight, everything will settle."
Yue Ning frowned. "How can you be sure?" She was in a state of worry.
He leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Because the ones spreading it are exactly the ones I wanted to move."
She blinked. "You mean…"
