The 3 B's- Beauty, Brains and Bravery

Earlston, Scotland, 09:30;

"They did what?!", Rong Xinghe stared at the man in front of her, shocked. 

"Well, they were just looking out for you.", Xi Yuan smiled as he sat down next to the girl on the couch, "Besides, everything will be under control, including those rumors about you and the pharmaceutical sector of the Xi Corps, by the end of the day. So we can relax."

The girl simply blinked at the man as if she'd seen something indescribable. What the hell was wrong with him?! Wasn't he supposed to be offended or furious by what the Six men did, she wondered. Irrespective of how trivial the blow was, it was a shot fired at the Business Empire he'd worked all his life to build. 

"Yuan."

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you upset with them? I mean... how are you not taking this personally?", the woman pointed out.

"Xi Corporations is work, Love. There was nothing personal for me to take personally, you see.", the man shook his head, "It wasn't like they caused any of the company subsidiary's employees to lose their jobs. It was just a deal swap. That's nothing huge."

"So what is personal to you?", Rong Xinghe turned to the man, curiosity evident in her eyes. She really wanted an answer to that. What in world could ever make him waver; was still a mystery to her. To be truthful, she'd never seen a man as composed and sangfroid as him before. And as much as she admired this quality of his, she knew that no person was unbreakable. Everyone had one weakness, to the least. What was his?

The man didn't even think for a moment as he replied to her earnestly, "You."

Rendered speechless, the girl felt a sudden rush of heat make its way to her cheeks and ears. Damn it, this man!

"If someone were to hurt you, I would probably be that person's worst nightmare for months before he's breathe his last.", the man continued, "Because to me, watching you suffer all by yourself; it's the worst form of torture. I might not hurt someone for sheer pleasure, but I am also not a gentleman when it comes to those who attack the people I love."

"But--"

"Xinghe, I don't live for money, or fame, or business. It's a part of me, sure. But it's not my everything. My everything is my family. It's Fang and Wei, Ying and you.", he smiled, "And the Superfamily, of course.

"Honestly, I admire your brothers. Whatever they do, they do it for you and Xiao, and I think it's just so endearing. I don't have the right to question their decisions, and neither do you. This is between our families, Xinghe. Let's just let it be that way."

"Alright.", the girl sighed, "If that's what you want."

"Thank you."

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14:15;

Ever since the woman's medical reports had been revealed to the the media, a lot of Neurological experts had appeared in front of the public to explain the complexity of the surgery that'd been performed upon her. Lack of oxygen in brain cells had the ability to lead to even death, at times. And for a Migraine patient as sensitive as Rong Xinghe, it was practically a miracle that she was even alive. 

As a result, the commenters, mostly the ones who'd been swayed alongside the the girl's denigrators, were filled with guilt for how unfair and rash they'd been to Rong Xinghe. The woman had been an ideal and a modest inspiration to them, all her life. And not just to the citizens of Country X, but to each one of her international admirers, as well. Through her journey from the 'Voice of the World' to the nation's Military Chief, everything had changed. Everything, but her adorable personality. She was a lot of things. She was sweet, kind, warm. Even sassy, savage, and quite the boss bi*ch. But of all those things, they'd accused her to be something she could never be. A traitor. 

So as Weibo, and even Twitter, flooded with all kinds of apologetic posts and comments in a matter of hours, Rong Xinghe scrolled through Xi Yuan's account indifferently. Ah... the sympathy love, she thought. It wasn't as if she cared about the public opinion anyhow. She was no more a singer, or even remotely related to the glamor industry, for that matter. She couldn't care less about the Social Media's double-standard approach to every issue these days. Although, she did care about a few of her genuine supporters. The ones who'd refused to believe against her since the very beginning. She genuinely appreciated their sincerity. 

"Mr. Xi.", she stretched her neck a little back so she could peek at her darling in the Kitchen. 

"Yes, Ma'am?", the man lifted his gaze up from the Chilaquiles he was about to garnish with scrambled eggs and sliced avocado. 

"Can I use your account to post a pic?", the girl asked him. 

The man thought for a few seconds before he nodded at her approvingly, and returned back to his cooking. Safety was no more a concern for them now that both their security teams had been summoned to Earlston. Moreover, he had never used any of his social media accounts before. 

Prior to her entrance in his world, his life had always revolved around work, and Xi Corporations had an official page of its own, so there naturally was no point promoting anything twice. Xi Yuan was not even sure how many people followed him, but since the girl seemed so exhilarated about it, she could go ahead and give it a try. 

Rong Xinghe browsed through the 'Edinburgh Palace' folder in the man's phone gallery for a minute before she finally selected one of her favorites. Her gaze fixed at the regal and mightily entrancing Castle, him holding her hand, the ring on her finger sparkling proudly. It was a classic. But that wasn't it. She'd scribbled down the word 'Xinguan' oh-so-fancily over his wrist in a traffic a few minutes before they'd gotten off that the alphabets stood out no less than her engagement ring. And coincidentally so, he'd actually outstretched the same hand before clicking the picture. As if stamping their relationship. So cute!

About three minutes later, the photo along with the caption, "My bartender, Ad Infinitum. P.S.: Had to steal his Password for the little PDA.", landed over the Weibo grounds, unveiling a round of unyielding chaos into the hearts of millions, seconds after.