Huo Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders, "When the time comes, just let nature take its course."

Only then did the reporters react, laughing, "Young Master Huo is indeed humorous and wise."

His rhetorical question politely and elegantly answered the media’s sharp inquiries while cleverly avoiding topics he didn’t wish to discuss.

Jiayi couldn’t help but raise her face and sneak a peek at the man who’d shielded her from the interviews.

She’d always thought of him as aloof and reticent, tough and standoffish, someone who would only give a cold shoulder, disdainful of common interaction.

Unexpectedly, at such grand occasions, facing the media, this man knew how to navigate and handle situations with ease and dexterity, like a towering tree providing a sense of security to those by his side.

At this moment, a reporter said with a laugh, "We were mistaken before; we thought Meiyi and Young Master Huo were an item, about to announce their relationship tonight."

Another reporter added, "Actually, you’re not wrong. Young Master Huo is indeed announcing a romance tonight, just not with Jiang Meiyi."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Jiang Meiyi, upon hearing this, felt as if she had been slapped across the face by an invisible hand.

She could almost predict it.

Tomorrow’s entertainment publications, besides elaborately announcing Huo Zhenyang’s attendance at the premiere of "Perilous Moment" with his fiancée, would also write—

Best Actress Jiang Meiyi tried to elevate her status by hinting in front of reporters that she was paired with Young Master Huo, but in the end, Young Master Huo arriving with his official fiancée left her losing face right in front of the media!

Thinking this, Jiang Meiyi clenched her fists tightly, her face becoming as purple as an eggplant, never having been so humiliated before.

Steve, afraid that she would lose composure in front of the media, advised her from the side, "Don’t be angry; didn’t Young Master Huo say it himself? Bringing that woman is just ’when the time comes, let nature take its course.’ If he really valued her, how could he praise you in her presence? A fiancée is nothing, even a wife doesn’t count for much. What matters most is whom Young Master Huo favors and cherishes."

Steve’s usually smooth-talking, and Jiang Meiyi felt somewhat mollified after hearing his words.

True enough, why would Huo praise her if he wasn’t interested in her?

Just then, another reporter curiously asked, "May I know the name of this lady? From which prominent family? Is she a local from this city?"

Of course, reporters from other publications wouldn’t pass up the chance to press on about the identity and background of the Huo Group’s president’s fiancée, and a barrage of questions followed.

Lin Zixun glanced at the Boss, understanding the meaning in his eyes, and intercepted the media’s queries with a smile:

"As Young Master Huo already mentioned, the Huo Family upholds strict family traditions, and they’ve always kept a low profile. The old master dislikes his future daughter-in-law being in the public eye and subject to gossip. Tonight, Young Master Huo bringing his fiancée to the premiere is already a considerable concession to the media. As for other matters, please refrain from probing further; let’s leave it at that. Also, concerning tomorrow’s coverage, Young Master Huo doesn’t mind the public disclosure of the romance, but text alone will suffice—the pictures can be omitted. We want her to live like an average person; we don’t want her to be pointed at on the streets. So please, don’t publish photos of Young Master Huo’s fiancée, and even in group pictures, apply a mosaic. Further, please refrain from prying too deeply into her life, so as not to disturb it."

The Huo Group, powerful enough to control G City’s media narrative, essentially issued an ultimatum with that statement.

Which boss of G City’s newspapers and TV stations doesn’t have a relationship with the Huo father and son?

What media outlet wouldn’t want to curry favor with the Huo Family?

To anger the Huos meant not wanting a future in G City.

Since the Huo Family had made it clear, the reporters dared not ask more, "Understood, we will respect Young Master Huo’s wishes."

With a signal, the entire media went silent, and Jiayi truly understood what it meant to have absolute control.

To be honest, she felt a touch of disappointment.

Could these media folks, who were capable of reaching the heavens and burrowing into the earth, possibly be even more skilled at finding people than the Huo Group? Could they really help me discover my own origins?

But as soon as this man made his intentions known, who would dare to be so boldly confrontational to seek death?

Just then, a flirtatious, joking voice drifted over:

"You all should stop hounding Mr. Huo. He’s here tonight for the premiere, not to be interviewed by you."

Jiayi looked over and saw Jian Meiyi, dressed in a flowing long dress, gracefully descending from the stage to arrive at the head of the red carpet, ready to personally greet Huo Zhenyang.

The reporters, not expecting Jian Meiyi to step forward knowing Mr. Huo had brought his fiancée, held their breath in anticipation of the drama.

It seemed Jian Meiyi didn’t notice Jiayi as she approached Mr. Huo’s side, her red lips parting slightly, oozing charm, "Thank you, Mr. Huo, for personally supporting me tonight."

As she spoke, she moved to the opposite side of Jiayi, delicately lifting her fair, slender arm, as if to intimately link arms with the man.

The reporters all widened their eyes.

Since Mr. Huo was here to support Jian Meiyi, and she had personally come to greet him, it would be quite normal for Mr. Huo to escort her along the red carpet as a matter of social etiquette.

However, the problem was that Mr. Huo had a lady companion already. Jian Meiyi’s initiative to take his arm suggested an overload of speculation, a blatant disregard for Mr. Huo’s fiancée, and a serious provocation!

Huo Zhenyang didn’t hesitate, his long arm curved, sliding into the woman’s slender arm, and they moved forward.

The man, handsome and commanding, strode with a tall and assertive presence, with a beauty on each side as he walked along the red carpet, as though he was the supreme emperor surrounded by favored consorts, dominating all under heaven.

"Snap—snap—snap—"

The reporters came back to their senses and began to feverishly snap photos of the trio, the sound of camera shutters erupting!

This scene was a rare spectacle!

It was purely a king with two queens, a wife and a mistress in harmony! Plastered across the newspapers, a bit of creative thinking would make for a fascinating article in minutes!

Scion of the Huo Family seen with his fiancée at the premiere of an entertainment circle beauty, entering with an arm around both women—his official fiancée on the left and his new favorite, Best Actress Jian Meiyi, on the right...

The two women serving the same husband, coexisting in peace, Mr. Huo embraced by beauties, enjoying the fortune of many!

Shoot, just the headlines are sure to rake in quite the sales!

Jiayi’s eyes nearly blinded by the flashbulbs, she dodged the relentless cameras while casting a glance at the man beside her.

This man seemed quite at ease and comfortable, not showing the slightest embarrassment.

No, why would he be embarrassed, when he clearly enjoyed it so much?

Jian Meiyi clung tightly to Huo Zhenyang’s arm, catching sight of the girl’s gaze, she couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, filled with disdain,

"Be careful walking the red carpet. I’m only reminding you because of Mr. Huo. We can’t expect you to shine like a star on such grand occasions, but try not to be too embarrassing. Everyone’s eyes are on you—if you were to trip or miss a step, it would be quite shameful, you know."

Jiayi glanced at Jian Meiyi. If she hadn’t heard wrong, was she being lectured on how to walk?

Or perhaps, Jian Meiyi truly developed a sense of belonging, believing herself to be the legitimate wife and treating her as a concubine being chastised?