Chapter 80: Address Leak

During this period, Song Hui’s body no longer showed any signs of pregnancy. The weather was growing colder, and she seldom ventured outside. Yu Yunxi often came to keep her company; sometimes they curled up together on the sofa to watch movies, or Song Hui taught Yu Yunxi how to cook, turning the kitchen into chaos and leaving them both doubled over with laughter.

This tranquil life gradually made Song Hui forget that she was living under a false identity.

One morning, just as Song Hui reached the bottom of her apartment building to throw out the trash, a crowd appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Before she could react, microphones and cameras were thrust into her face.

“Miss Shen, have you divorced Mr. Fu from the Fu Group?”

“Miss Shen, is the reason for your divorce the fact that the famous painter Lin Yiqing is pregnant?”

“Miss Shen, why did you move out of the Fu family mansion?”

“Miss Shen…”

An endless barrage of questions stabbed at Song Hui’s ears like needles. The multitude of flashing lights made it impossible to keep her eyes open, and the journalists crowded around her so tightly she could barely stand.

She had no time to wonder how these reporters had discovered her address; she needed to resolve the situation at hand.

“First, I have not divorced Fu Chen. Second, this is our family’s private affair and there is no need to inform the public. Lastly, anyone spreading rumors will be held legally accountable.”

Song Hui spoke with clarity and firmness, bowing to the reporters afterward—a gesture neither humble nor arrogant, flawless in its composure.

She had essentially said nothing, and the reporters were not about to let her go so easily. The crowd began to close in, surrounding her.

But Song Hui was not one to be easily intimidated. She immediately raised her phone high.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve called the police. This is harassment and disrupts my normal life. I hope we don’t make things unpleasant for everyone.”

No matter how much the reporters wanted to dig for information, they would not risk their own necks. Hearing Song Hui mention the police, hesitation flickered across their faces and, exchanging glances, they gradually dispersed.

Where there’s life, there’s hope. If they didn’t get what they wanted today, they would simply return tomorrow.

Song Hui had not actually called the police; she was merely bluffing. Returning to her room, she began to calculate all possible scenarios in her mind.

The only people who knew she had moved out were Fu Chen and Lin Yu, though Fu Yixing couldn’t be ruled out—he knew plenty, after all. For any of these three, finding out her address would be child’s play.

But what was their purpose?

These reporters could do nothing but disrupt her life, disturb her thoughts, and rob her of peace.

If that was the only intent, the person she suspected most was Lin Yiqing.

She had to resolve this matter; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to leave her apartment, and even Yu Yunxi might be dragged into the mess. The only one who could control Lin Yiqing was Fu Chen.

Song Hui stared at the familiar number in her contacts, her fingertips hovering over the screen for a long time before she finally dialed.

“What is it?” The call was answered almost instantly; his familiar voice drifted into her ears.

“A large group of reporters just ambushed me downstairs. I need your help to find out who sent them.” Song Hui nervously rubbed her fingers, afraid Fu Chen would refuse.

Fu Chen paused, then continued, “Who knows your address?”

“Yu Yunxi.”

“Whose name did you use for the lease?”

“My real name.”

“All right, I understand.” His end was so quiet she could hear his steady breathing.

Song Hui hesitated, licking her lips, “Do you know where I live?”

“Blue Maple Apartments, unit 1502.”

She stiffened slightly—so Fu Chen did know, right down to the door number.

“Did you ever tell Lin Yiqing?”

He sounded puzzled. “Why would I tell her?” He added, “Don’t overthink this. I’ll take care of it. But you’ll have to do something for me.”

Whatever spark Song Hui felt was instantly extinguished. Fu Chen always demanded a quid pro quo for anything he did for her—never for Lin Yiqing.

Her tone cooled. “Go on.”

“Father wants me to bring you back to the old house for Christmas dinner. When the time comes…”

Before Fu Chen could finish, Song Hui cut him off, “Fine. I have things to do, I’ll hang up now.”

Fu Chen stared at the phone’s busy tone, stunned. He had meant to say he wanted to take her shopping for clothes before going to the old house, but Song Hui had hung up without a second thought, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.

Song Hui leaned out the window and looked down. The entrance that had been crowded moments ago was now completely deserted; she wondered where the reporters had hidden themselves.

She glanced at the calendar—it was the weekend, and Yu Yunxi would likely visit. She hurried to call her.

It took a while for Yu Yunxi to answer.

“What kind of rubbish layout is this! If you can’t do the job, get out!” Yu Yunxi’s voice rang out angrily as soon as the call connected, forcing Song Hui to hold the phone away from her ear.

“Huihui, what’s up?” Yu Yunxi took a big gulp of water, her tone anxious.

“I wanted to tell you not to come to my place for the next couple of days.”

Yu Yunxi flipped through her planning documents, angrily marking them up as she asked, “Why?”

Song Hui slumped onto the sofa and sighed, “Someone leaked my address. When I went downstairs, a mob of reporters was waiting. In this cold, they’re certainly tenacious.”

“What?” Yu Yunxi stopped her work, her voice low with surprise. “Not many people know you moved—surely you have a suspect in mind?”

“Yes, I suspect Lin Yiqing. She’s the only one who’d do something so petty.” Song Hui wrinkled her nose disdainfully.

“I almost forgot. Lin Yu invited me to dinner tonight,” Yu Yunxi said, spinning her pen between her fingers.

Song Hui sat up abruptly. “He invited you for no reason?”

“He says he wants to collaborate with our magazine. We were just discussing visiting him a couple days ago, and now he’s come to us. It all feels a bit odd.”

Yu Yunxi spun her pen faster and faster until she lost control and it flew across the room. She stared at it on the floor, irritated.

Song Hui’s mind raced. “Something’s definitely up. Since the enemy is coming to us, there’s no need to be afraid. We’ll take it as it comes—I believe in you.”

“Okay, I’ll fill you in on the details after dinner…” Just then, someone knocked on Yu Yunxi’s door. “Editor Yu! There’s another document for you to sign.”

Yu Yunxi said hurriedly, “I’ll hang up now—too much going on today.”

After the call ended, Song Hui gazed at the dark television screen, lost in thought. It seemed as though fate itself was determined not to let her rest, always sending new troubles her way.