The morning sun crept across the floor of her bedroom, golden and calm—but Feng Xiao Xiao felt the chill before she opened her eyes.
Something was off.
She reached for her phone, instinct buzzing through her spine. Last night, her sources in the fashion circle had warned her—whispers of a scandal tied to her mother's past, with her name dragged into the dirt. A leak was scheduled to break at dawn.
She opened the news apps.
Refreshed.
Scrolled.
Nothing.
No trending posts. No scathing headlines. No hashtags with her name.
Silence.
She blinked. Heart racing.
She checked her burner accounts, her inside forums. Still—nothing.
It was as if the storm had been erased before it hit.
Her brows furrowed. "Did someone interfere?"
No one was on her side. Not publicly. And the few loyal friends her mother once had… didn't have that kind of power anymore.
She stood from bed and paced, her mind spiraling.
Was this a warning? A delay?