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The atmosphere in the Student Council Office was stifling, almost suffocating.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, but it did nothing to dispel the chill that hung in the air.
Wang Yi stood at the conference table, his face ashen, gripping a stack of documents so tightly that they crumpled in his hands.
“Everyone, I must announce an urgent situation,” he said, his voice low yet trembling. “Xinghui Group has suddenly withdrawn their funding, and we now face a significant shortfall for the anniversary celebration.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the office erupted into chaos.
“What?!”
“How could this happen?!”
“What about the anniversary celebration?”
Questions and exclamations filled the room, while Wang Yi remained fixated on the table, as if searching for answers among the papers.
I sat in the corner, arms crossed, silent.
Yet my gaze was firmly locked on Wang Yi; every subtle change in his expression did not escape my notice—tension, anxiety, and a hint of deep-seated resentment.
“Zhang Nana is responsible for liaising with Xinghui Group; she should know the situation best.” Finally, someone mentioned the key figure.
Wang Yi looked up, his expression rigid. “Zhang Nana… I haven’t been able to reach her lately. I don’t know what’s going on with her.”
The sentence plunged the conference room into a brief silence once again.
But soon, someone raised a question: "What does it mean that we can't get in touch?"
"Yeah, how could she suddenly go off the grid?"
Faced with the barrage of inquiries, Wang Yi's expression grew increasingly grim. He attempted to explain, "Maybe her phone is broken... or she got caught up with something else..."
His tone became less convincing, like a string on the verge of snapping.
I let out a cold laugh and couldn't help but speak up, "Since such an important task was entrusted to Zhang Nana, did she leave any handover information before going missing? Or has there been a problem from the very beginning?"
My words struck like a knife, piercing right to the core.
Wang Yi shot me a fierce glance, his eyes filled with anger and panic. "Meng Yan, what do you mean by that?"
"I mean nothing; I just find it too coincidental," I replied calmly, each word sharp as a blade. "Xinghui Group suddenly pulls out their investment, and the only person responsible for the connection just happens to 'disappear.' Isn't that a bit too dramatic?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Wang Yi swallowed hard but couldn't muster any rebuttal.
After the meeting adjourned, I returned to my dormitory and shared this incident with Li Wei.
She frowned, peeling an apple while analyzing, "Zhang Nana has been acting really strange lately, always mysterious and getting close to Wang Yi. Do you think there's something going on?"
"Definitely," I nodded, already having some suspicions in my mind. "But we need evidence to know for sure."
Li Wei put down the fruit knife and looked at me. "How do you plan to investigate?"
I pondered for a moment, then lifted my head with determination in my gaze. "We start with Zhang Nana."
The next day, while the Student Council Office was empty, I used the key that Li Wei had borrowed to open Zhang Nana's locker.
Inside, there were neatly arranged documents and her laptop.
I opened one of the notebooks and quickly noticed some irregularities—there were several areas on the communication records regarding Xinghui Group that had been obviously altered, and the timeline in the email screenshots didn’t match up.
What shocked me even more was that she had forged an email, shifting the blame for Xinghui Group's refusal to sponsor onto the Student Council's budget overruns!
All of this pointed to one fact: Zhang Nana not only concealed the truth but also tried to frame someone else!
I quickly took photos of all the evidence and shared my findings with Li Wei.
"What a venomous woman!" Li Wei gritted his teeth. "What’s next? Should we expose this right away?"
"Not yet," I shook my head, putting my phone away. "I want to wait for the perfect moment to catch them off guard."
A few days later, during a preparatory meeting attended by all members of the Student Council, I finally got my chance.
While everyone was still arguing about funding issues, I stood up and handed the printed evidence to the senior who was hosting the meeting. "I have some findings regarding the withdrawal of funding from Xinghui Group."
All eyes instantly turned to me, including those of Wang Yi, who sat across from me. He clearly hadn't expected me to strike so suddenly, and his face turned pale in an instant.
"According to these records and emails, it is evident that the withdrawal was due to Zhang Nana's improper communication with the other party and her forgery of emails in an attempt to cover up the truth," I stated, my voice clear and calm. Each word struck like a hammer against the hearts of everyone in the room.
An uproar ensued!
Wang Yi shot up, his voice rising. "What right do you have to casually go through someone else's things?!"
"If it weren't for your negligence, I wouldn't need to do this at all," I retorted firmly, meeting his gaze. "The real question now is, how do you plan to handle this matter?"
He opened his mouth to argue but found himself at a loss for words, as all the evidence lay before us—clear and irrefutable.
At that moment, a teacher who had been silent until now spoke coldly. "Wang Yi, if you cannot provide a reasonable explanation, we will have no choice but to consider redistributing the responsibilities for the school anniversary."
Those words felt like a verdict, leaving Wang Yi frozen in place.
Meanwhile, I returned to my seat and watched him in his disheveled state, feeling as if a heavy stone that had long weighed on my chest had finally been lifted.
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