Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 316: I Just Want to Find the Child

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: I Just Want to Find the Child

Tang Yu turned her face and saw a group of men and women pointing at her and whispering.

Just as she was about to leave, a man stopped her, "Hey, I heard you’re a home wrecker. You women celebrities sure are open-minded, huh?"

"What are you talking about?" Tang Yu knew her face was recognized, but what did he mean by calling her a home wrecker and saying she had a child?

"It’s all over the internet. You had a child with a married man and his wife tried to commit suicide several times."

Tang Yu frowned, the internet?

She glanced at the men and women in front of her watching her misfortune with malice and turned to run away.

When she reached a quiet place, she hurriedly took out her phone and was shocked when she saw the real-time trending searches online.

Ever since she started acting, no matter how well she performed, or how popular her shows were, her fame was always calm and stable.

So stable that it was as if not even a single word was mentioned about her.

This time she became a top influencer because of such baseless gossip.

She had indeed given birth out of wedlock, but so had Ye Sihan. Where did this talk of being a home wrecker come from?

Both web pages and videos were reporting all kinds of scandals about her.

Tang Yu felt extremely embarrassed, as if everyone on the street could recognize her and was ready to attack her at any moment.

So she turned and ran.

As soon as she started to run, she was blocked and surrounded by people.

No matter how Tang Yu tried to cover her face, countless phones were snapping photos of her, making it impossible to avoid being captured.

From a car nearby, Weng Lai watched Tang Yu’s plight and giggled with delight.

From now on, Ye Sihan would her sugar daddy.

The video of Tang Yu running panic-stricken through the streets was uploaded online, and within minutes, it went viral, taking the top spot in terms of traffic.

It was even being livestreamed on the street.

Suddenly, Tang Yu had become as reviled as a rat chased by everyone.

In the crowd, someone started to pull at Tang Yu’s clothes.

And some man took the chance to touch her face.

"Ah!" Tang Yu dodged, but couldn’t break through the wall of people in front of her.

Just as the man was about to touch Tang Yu’s face again, another hand restrained him, forcefully twisted his hand until it broke, and with a scream of agony from the man, the crowd finally stepped back, creating some distance.

Faced with the man who appeared, no one dared to step forward.

Meng Jilin pulled Tang Yu to him and protected her, "Are you all right?"

Tang Yu, still shaken, looked at him, seemingly not having expected Meng Jilin to come to her aid.

"I’ll take you away."

"Hey, don’t go! I’m going to call the police; you broke my hand!" The man sitting on the ground clutched his hand, wincing in pain.

"I also have the video of you touching her face just now. Go ahead and call the police, let’s see if that gets you anywhere. Let’s go." Meng Jilin protected Tang Yu, pushed through the crowd, and got into the car.

Ye Sihan watched the livestream video on his tablet, Tang Yu’s distress, and then Meng Jilin’s appearance to defend her.

His black eyes were cold and threatening, and an aura of low pressure surrounded him.

"Worried about the child? I highly doubt it," he said with a bone-chilling voice.

Standing in front of the office desk, Xiao Yu glanced at Ye Sihan’s expression once and didn’t dare to look a second time, "I heard she went to a TV station, hoping to use the broadcast to find the child, but somehow the story exploded first."

"Which TV station?" Ye Sihan said, his voice brooding.

Tang Yu got into Meng Jilin’s car, and they drove to a roadside parking lot before stopping.

"Are you okay?" Meng Jilin asked, concerned.

Tang Yu, somewhat dazed, returned to her senses, "Thank you, I really didn’t know what to do. I just want to find the child..."

"You don’t have a single clue?"

"None, that’s why I wanted to go to the TV station. But now that it’s been leaked, I suppose the show won’t be able to go on." Tang Yu asked him, "Do you think, with the child’s news everywhere online, it could somehow be a good thing? If someone recognizes the child as mine, would they return the child to me?"

"Tang Yu, you need to stay calm right now," Meng Jilin said. "If it’s a good person, they might, but we can’t rule out the possibility of bad people. So, shall I go with you to the police station?"

"Okay."

Tang Yu tried every method she could think of.

The police said they were already looking for the children.

It seemed that Ye Sihan had utilized his influence long ago; he was genuinely searching for the kids.

Tang Yu didn’t know what she was feeling, was it a hint of comfort? At least Ye Sihan wasn’t truly ignoring the children.

Was she happier for the children? After all, the dad they adored was looking for them...

But Tang Yu still hated him, hated him so much...

After Meng Jilin sent her back to her rented apartment, she stayed in without going out.

There was a flurry of news about her online, filled with falsehoods, but no discussion about the children.

The comments vilified her, worse than dogs and pigs.

Tang Yu got up from the floor, feeling dizzy and ready to collapse at any moment.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her soul seemingly extracted, leaving only a shell.

Tears streamed down her face.

Tang Yu reached out and felt the dampness on her hand.

The shell that was left of her could still shed tears...

In her blurred vision, she saw Ye Sihan’s face in the mirror, so cold, callous, and sneering.

Tang Yu felt a dull pain in her chest, unbearable and infuriating!

She grabbed a bottle next to her and hurled it at the mirror.

With a crash, the mirror splintered, and shards of the bottle scattered everywhere.

The reflection in the mirror vanished, but the heartache remained.

Tang Yu didn’t know how to ease the pain, and in a panic grabbed a piece of the broken glass from the sink and fiercely stabbed it into her wrist—

"Ah!" After the sharp pain, blood flowed out, but she cried, saying, "That’s better, it hurts less, it doesn’t hurt anymore..."

Tang Yu sat on the floor, leaning against the basin, gradually calming down.

She had nothing left, only the pain Ye Sihan had caused her.

Tormenting her day and night...

The phone rang inside the apartment.

Tang Yu, who had slept on the couch for the night, slowly opened her eyes, the wound on her wrist sticky with coagulated blood.

Another streak of blood had dried up, twined around her wrist like a crimson bracelet.

"Hmm..." As she sat up, the pain from resting her weight on her wrist nearly made her collapse again.

She then noticed the self-inflicted wound on her wrist from the night before.

The phone was still ringing, so with her other hand, she picked it up. It was Zhao Yan from the television station. "Hello..." she answered.

"Tang Yu, can you come to the TV station? The director wants to see you."

"My search for the children, can it still be on the program?" Tang Yu was surprised.

"It should be, right? Otherwise, why would the director want to see you?" Zhao Yan said.

Without thinking too much, Tang Yu hung up the phone, quickly washed up, and headed to the TV station.

Fearing recognition, she wore a mask over her face.

She dared not look at the online vitriol, afraid it would affect her emotions.

Upon arriving at the TV station, Zhao Yan led her to the director’s office.

As she entered, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The director was there, and sitting across on the sofa was none other than Ye Sihan, with Weng Lai clinging to him demurely.

Tang Yu turned to leave, but then she heard Ye Sihan’s cold and intimidating voice, "Stop!"

Tang Yu stood stiffly in place but did not turn around.

"Who told you to come to the TV station?" asked Ye Sihan with a power that filled the entire office and seemed to weigh on everyone inside.

Even though it was the director’s office, he might as well have been a mere figurehead, completely silent.