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I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. This was definitely not a coincidence; someone was manipulating things from behind the scenes. Remembering the threat from Chu Qiao yesterday, I suddenly understood everything.
"Bitch!" I hissed through clenched teeth. Chu Qiao, did you really think I was easy to bully?
I immediately called the publishing house. Editor Sister Li sounded anxious on the other end. "Wen Jing, this has blown up too much. There are rumors online that you used AI to write your book, claiming they've found evidence. The company has issued a statement to clarify, but..."
"Sister Li, I understand," I interrupted her. "I will personally address this. Please hang in there; I will give everyone an explanation soon."
After hanging up, I quickly dialed Hong Meili's number.
"Mom, something's wrong." I briefly explained the situation.
Hong Meili was furious, breathing heavily. "Those two bastards! Wen Jing, don't be afraid; I'm here for you. I'm going to find an old friend to help us figure out who's behind this!"
I gratefully replied, "Thank you, Mom. But right now, the most important thing is to clarify the rumors. I need to prepare quickly."
"Okay, you focus on that. I'll go pick up Jiajia from school to make sure those two don't try anything with her."
After hanging up, I took a deep breath and began typing furiously on my computer. If I was going to clarify things, I needed to lay it all out clearly. I wanted everyone to know that Jian Jia's work was genuine and authentic!
My fingers danced across the keyboard, each word like a sharp sword aimed at the shadowy figures spreading rumors. The storm of public opinion had already begun to swirl online, but I was not afraid.
"Ding dong," Chen Hao's WeChat message popped up: "Wen Jing, I've contacted the legal team and we're ready to respond at any time."
I replied, "Thank you. But this time, I want to take action myself."
Chu Qiao, do you really think you can ruin my career like this? Dream on!
I opened my computer and began organizing evidence. Years of creative accumulation, manuscripts, inspiration notes—each page was a testament to my work. Especially those unfinished manuscripts, filled with dense revisions, were enough to prove that these works originated from me.
Hong Meili's call came through again: "Wen Jing, don't stress too much. Mom is already reaching out to industry friends for you."
"Mom, I'm fine." I took a deep breath. "This time, not only do I want to clear my name, but I also want the slanderers to pay the price."
I immediately called Sister Li. "Help me schedule some mainstream media outlets; I want to hold a press conference."
Editor Sister Li was clearly shocked by the turmoil. "Wen Jing, are you sure you want to do this? The public opinion is very unfavorable for you right now."
"The more they attack, the stronger I must stand." I sneered. "Whoever made the claim must provide evidence."
The press conference was held at the publisher's conference center. The moment I stepped into the venue, the flashing lights nearly illuminated the entire space.
"Dear journalists," I addressed the cameras with a firm voice, "today I want to clarify one thing. The accusations of my using AI ghostwriters are nothing but baseless rumors!"
The room fell silent instantly.
I slowly displayed a thick stack of manuscripts and creative notes. "This is the testament of my twenty-year writing career. Every single word has been written with my blood and sweat."
The reporters began to ask questions, and I answered them one by one, completely unfazed. Chen Hao was sitting right behind me, offering silent support.
At that moment, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the conference hall—Zhang Cheng.
His face was pale, clearly having heard about today's press conference. I knew he must have some information.
"Are there any more questions?" I scanned the room, my gaze sharp and penetrating.
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