Emily, as the protagonist of this discussion, was oblivious to everything happening on the internet. Her phone and computer couldn't connect to the network. Feeling so bored, she decided to focus her energy on cooking. She hadn't cooked for Mr. Satan for many days. Today, she had plenty of time, so she planned to make a delicious meal for him. While she was still engrossed in preparing the steak, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. This embrace was all too familiar to her. Between her breaths, she could smell the pleasant minty fragrance emanating from him, but also... a faint smell of smoke? "You're smoking?" Emily placed the cake in the oven and waited quietly for its delicious blossoming. "Yeah," Mr. Satan murmured softly, "I thought you'd be mad." "Because you're smoking?" Emily pointed at his chest with her finger. Her tone carried a hint of disapproval. "You better not smoke; it's not good for the baby. But I'm more curious about something else. Did you encounter something difficult today?" Since they had known each other, Mr. Satan hardly ever smoked, unless he was faced with a difficult situation. Mr. Satan led her out of the kitchen and onto the large bed in the bedroom. Emily let him hold her hand and sat on his lap, sensing that Mr. Satan had something to say. "What's wrong? You look so serious," Emily asked. Mr. Satan seemed to summon up his courage and said, "Emily, I need to tell you something. It's... not good news. I hope you're mentally prepared, but don't worry. This is temporary, and I'll resolve it as soon as possible." Emily's heart sank. He had cut off all his contact with the outside world today. A suspicion began to form slowly in her mind. "Is it... the woman you like... Is she back? Is she trying to reconcile with you?" Mr. Satan sighed and gently tapped her nose, saying, "What are you thinking about every day? That won't happen..." "What is it then?" Emily didn't quite understand. "I can't think of anything else that would make you so serious.""It's about your reputation," Mr. Satan took out his phone, opened Twitter, and explained gently, "Here's what happened: last night, you appeared at Lucas's concert. Someone snapped a picture of you. Lucas's fans got angry, so they leaked your information online. Your married status was exposed, and some people suspected you had a relationship with Lucas. Some crazy fans have inappropriate fantasies about their idols, so they maliciously insulted and cursed you, so..." Before he could finish his sentence, Emily had already taken his phone. Emily focused on Twitter. She exclaimed, "Oh my God, who took such a good picture of me? I was so busy backstage yesterday for a long time, looking exhausted, but I still look beautiful on camera. The person who took the photo must have edited it for me." Mr. Satan: "..." "Why are you looking at me like that?" Emily was a bit puzzled. Mr. Satan was a bit speechless. "So many people are cursing at you, and you're not even a bit angry?" Emily bit her lip, "Did you block my internet access because of this?" She seemed to not care at all. Emily let out a long sigh, feeling a little moved amidst her calmness. "To me, these insults don't really mean anything, because I don't have any relationship with Lucas. I know they're cursing the wrong person, and I'm not angry." Mr. Satan shook his head helplessly, smiling wryly. "Well, I guess I worried for nothing. I didn't realize you were this strong. You can automatically block out rumors." "I've heard plenty of rumors since I was young. These aren't the worst," Emily handed him back the phone, and Mr. Satan casually tossed it aside, pulling her into his arms. "You've been the subject of rumors since you were little?" Emily wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing, "My mom got pregnant before she was married, so some people had malicious speculations about my mom. When I was young, I used to explain to them, saying my dad was just away and would come back for me. But later on, I slowly realized that my dad probably wouldn't come back, so I stopped bothering to explain. People will stubbornly believe what they want to believe, and nobody can change that." Mr. Satan nodded in agreement. "Were their words very harsh?" "At first, they were very harsh, and I cried a lot, but Bert is not someone to be messed with. If anyone dared to say anything bad about my mom, he wouldn't let them off. So gradually, no one said anything bad anymore. When I was young, I thought Bert's behavior was not good, but if it wasn't for his assertiveness, I might have lived in inferiority for the rest of my life.""Your family taught you well." "Yeah, it's a pity they didn't teach Sophia well." "Sophia's personality is inherited from her mother," Mr. Satan reached out, tidying up her stray hair and lightly kissing her cheek. "I just feel proud that my Emily is much stronger than I imagined." Emily chuckled lightly. "Isn't that what you taught me? You told me to have confidence in myself, to dare to defend my rights, that tolerance only encourages people to become worse, and it's better to state your attitude from the beginning." "Yeah," Mr. Satan was very satisfied. "You've learned well." "Can I still learn more from Teacher Satan?" Mr. Satan couldn't resist her playful demeanor, and he bit her lip lightly. "Emily is very talented. I've decided to teach you some new knowledge tonight." "What else does Teacher have to teach me?" Mr. Satan's eyes sparkled as he whispered softly in her ear, "Like..." The next few words were only audible to the two of them. Emily's face instantly turned as red as an apple. She lightly thumped him. "I'm still pregnant. What are you thinking..." Mr. Satan held her, enduring her playful hits, but his face was filled with enjoyment. He loved seeing her shy appearance, and he felt his mood instantly improved. The smile of Emily was like sunshine. His past hardships and hatred all disappeared in her smile.