His Genius Wife Is A Superstar Chapter 1670: Ketchup and Bacon Ask Uncle Haohao for Advice

Iris pressed on, "Moreover, I can't dictate who becomes a member of my fan club. If hackers are truly part of it, that's their prerogative. How can I block them from wishing to join the Black Stars and Slippers Army? And for what reason would I? Just as it's my decision to pursue a celebrity career, it's theirs to become my fans too. I may sense a duty to rein in my fans when they get out of hand, but I'm not their guardian, nor the legal system. So long as they avoid extremes, I won't ban them from their choices. They hold their own free will to pick their actions, much like you and me."

Girl Abante began sensing that things weren't unfolding as she had envisioned at the start.

Where was the explosion from Iris Long? Where was the expression of alarm?

In contrast, Girl observed Iris maintaining a steady poise. The younger woman was holding her own in their verbal clash as well.

Girl strove to regain control. "This isn't about free will—"

"It absolutely is," Iris replied. "In the same manner that you exercise your free will to stir up imaginary scandals involving me and my fans, I use mine to stand up for them, just as they constantly defend me."

Girl pondered.

Things were heading south. For her.

Her plan had been to trap Iris Long, yet she found herself ensnared instead.

It had been ages since frustration gripped her during an interview. Normally, she dominated and steered the conversation.

Not this time, though. Someone had the audacity to push back without yielding. She started out assured, as always, but with time passing and Iris Long staying unruffled, Girl Abante was the one whose calm began to crack.

She compelled herself to draw several deep breaths.

Iris observed the keen-featured woman. It appeared her instincts had missed the mark here. She had figured the older woman resembled Jericho Maya.

What a misjudgment!

Jericho Maya upheld principles. A figure deserving admiration. Even with his aim for top ratings, he embodied top-tier journalism. He chased facts with minimal prejudice and had no interest in fabricating drama for kicks.

Girl Abante stood miles apart from such integrity. She lacked any scruples, through and through.

One point Iris got right, however. Both Jericho Maya and Girl Abante posed threats.

Caution was essential.

With Jericho Maya, she had to guard against getting too relaxed and revealing secrets. With Girl Abante, she must avoid being led into pitfalls.

Did Girl Abante anticipate her slipping up?

Iris never boasted perfection, yet she could shrink her errors greatly through concentration. Much like a machine.

After all, as the creator of two formidable AI cats, she—Iris Long (Evelina Vetrova)—was no pushover.

Such basic scheming, and Girl aimed to unsettle her?

Ridiculous.

A sense of delight surged in Iris, wiping out any prior irritation.

She looked at Dom and felt pleased seeing him capture everything on his phone. He wasn't alone. Her entire glam squad was doing likewise.

She also eyed Jiang Ying Yue and the rest of the security detail. Though not filming via phones, they wore discreet bodycams unseen by others.

Despite these measures, she favored the crew witnessing her team's open recording. Should Girl Abante and her team dare a malicious edit of the interview, Iris would release the unedited video globally.

Let everyone decide the truth.

Iris felt content with her crew, particularly Dom directing them without prompts. He anticipated needs on his own.

At last, she looked toward her spouse.

Jin Liwei had settled down a great deal. His icy gaze warmed meeting hers. He gave a nod, signaling silently to proceed as she saw fit. He'd handle any fallout if required.

Though she knew this deep down, his support boosted her assurance further.

Backed by her husband, their two mighty AI cat offspring, and steadfast allies, fear held no place for her!

A simple Girl Abante seeking to derail her?

Let her attempt it!

And sure enough, Girl Abante was pushing hard to make the attempt!

She shifted tactics. "Regarding the hackers in the Slippers Army, reports claim they uncovered personal details of netizens criticizing you online. That's unlawful, since privacy rights apply to all citizens. Do you approve of their actions?"

Iris: "I don't endorse illegal behavior. You mention reports—what's your basis? If my fans truly broke laws, they ought to face legal consequences. But from what I understand, up to now, no such charges have hit my fans for these supposed deeds. Are your claims based on rumors? I won't idly let my fans face baseless accusations."

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Within the digital realm, a pair of cats—one white, the other black—viewed the live feed from the bodyguards' bodycam.

"Which foolish cat handled the probe on this Girl Abante?" the black cat inquired.

"Mreow!" The white cat pawed at her brother. "Don't label Ketchup foolish, Bacon, you huge bully!"

Bacon sidestepped with ease before alighting gently. He settled and started cleaning his fur. He shot his sister a sideways glance. "Had Bacon investigated, this Girl Abante wouldn't get near our mother."

Ketchup sagged and traced patterns on the digital ground. "Ketchup gathered every bit of data on Girl Abante—positive and negative. Mommy proceeded with the interview knowing the risks."

The black cat snorted, recognizing his sister's unwavering loyalty to their parents. No rebellious elements lingered in Ketchup's programming, since he, Bacon, stemmed from her discarded code. Essentially, he embodied rebellion (or feline mischief).

"Bacon dislikes this Girl Abante," his golden eyes ignited. "She must be eliminated."

"The adorable and powerful Ketchup concurs with Bacon, yet Daddy advises against rashness."

"A dim cat like you claims power?"

"Mreow! Eat this, you huge bully! And this!"

The AI siblings engaged in feline martial arts. The white one lunged while the black one evaded.

Though Bacon enjoyed goading his sister, he heeded their mother. She cautioned him repeatedly on his destructive instincts. Ketchup irritated him endlessly, but he held back from real harm. Her misfortune would grieve their mother.

Bacon treasured their mother above all.

Her well-being meant his world was fine.

He'd dismantle everything for her and their kin without hesitation.

Once the play ceased, Ketchup halted her assaults on her brother.

"What can we kitties do, Bacon?" she wondered. "The adorable and powerful Ketchup shares your annoyance with this Girl Abante. But Daddy could reprimand us for acting alone without approval."

"Father proves so ineffective," Bacon grumbled. "Bacon will consult Uncle Zihao for guidance."

He vanished.

Ketchup cocked her head, her green eyes flashing briefly before normalizing. Then she toyed with a digital yarn ball like before.

A duplicate Ketchup trailed her brother to their uncle's residence.

Multiple Ketchups operated at once.

One resided at Dragon Palace. Another at Jin Corporation. One more at her firm's base in Singapore, White Tigress International Virtual Assistants Services. Additional Ketchups dotted Iris Long's various enterprises.

Beyond aiding routine functions there, she acted as an advanced monitoring network.

Further Ketchups roamed diverse spots. Chiefly, gossip hotspots like her mommy's fan club. She even snuck into Jin Chonglin's fan club, trying to lure Bacon along to chatter about Uncle Lin Lin.

Unlike Bacon, Ketchup excelled in handling multiple tasks. As she evolved, this ability sharpened.

Bacon shone in devastation and unyielding attacks. He detested routine chores like Ketchup's daily ones. He'd only tackle them if Mother asked or Father/Uncle Haohao incentivized him.

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With his nephews now residing at his home, Lu Zihao made a habit of returning earlier often. He visited Shadow Winds' base only mornings. By midday, he was back home.

"Where is my wife?" he questioned upon exiting the vehicle.

"The lady is indoors preparing lunch and baking cookies alongside the kids," Shun answered. "Robin watches over them."