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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor, like a silent symphony that alternated between brightness and dimness, as if whispering secrets.
I leaned against the window, cradling a steaming cup of black coffee in my hands.
Outside, the bustling city streets were alive with the sounds of honking cars and chattering people, weaving together a tapestry of busyness. Yet my gaze drifted beyond it all, lingering in some indistinct void.
The scene from the hospital last night was etched in my mind like a brand.
The man's indifference, the old man's helplessness, mingled with the acrid scent of antiseptic and the harsh glare of fluorescent lights in the corridor—these details formed a suffocating picture.
An invisible weight pressed down on my chest, heavy enough to make it hard to breathe.
"System, do you have any more clues about Su Qing?" My voice was hoarse, laced with coldness.
A familiar blue light flickered on the screen, and a cold, mechanical voice devoid of emotion responded, "According to unlocked information, Su Qing forged an identity five years ago and obtained a high-ranking position in a company through illegal means."
My fingertips trembled slightly, my heartbeat skipping a beat.
"Five years ago? Forged identity?" Those words pierced through my nerves like a knife.
My throat tightened as I forced myself to continue questioning. "What specific evidence do you have?"
"It has been uploaded to your private email, including scanned copies of forged documents, recordings from those involved at the time, and relevant transaction records." The system replied succinctly, without a hint of emotional fluctuation.
Yet within me, turmoil surged like stormy waves.
This evidence could not only destroy everything about Su Qing but also made me realize that her hidden secrets ran far deeper than I had imagined.
I opened my computer and quickly logged into my email.
An email marked as "High Priority" lay quietly there, like a ticking time bomb.
I clicked on the attachment and browsed through the files and recordings one by one.
The evidence of identity forgery was shocking—the photo on the fake ID, though altered, still revealed Su Qing's exquisite yet cold face; the flow of funds in the transaction records blatantly displayed greed written all over the ledger; every word in the recordings pierced my heart like needles unveiling old scars:
"This document must be clean; there can be no loopholes."
"Don't worry, as long as the money is in place, no one will find out."
The cold and ironic dialogue ruthlessly exposed her ambition and methods.
Su Qing not only stole my life but climbed to her current position step by step on the shoulders of countless others!
What was even more ridiculous was that the year she forged her identity was the darkest time of my life: my marriage fell apart, both my parents passed away, and my career hit rock bottom...
She took advantage of my misfortune, using it as a stepping stone for her rise!
Anger surged from my chest to my head; I gripped the mouse tightly, my knuckles turning white.
At that moment, her face flashed in my mind—always adorned with a poised smile. That elegance and confidence now seemed like a meticulously crafted deception.
My heart felt like it was burning with a flame, nearly consuming me.
But just seconds later, I forced myself to calm down.
"Lin Wei, you can't act impulsively," I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes.
A few days later, the company held its routine monthly meeting.
The conference room was brightly lit, yet the cold white light created an oppressive and dull atmosphere.
The large conference table was surrounded by people, each face displaying a professional expression that was flawless, as if they were wearing masks of detachment.
The projector on the wall emitted a faint humming sound, adding a touch of unease to the mechanical ambiance.
At the head of the table, Su Qing was undoubtedly the center of attention.
She wore a well-tailored white suit, with a delicate silver chain resting on her collarbone, adding an air of elegance and nobility to her appearance.
A familiar smile graced her lips—appropriate and confident—but it struck me as glaringly unpleasant, like a snake's flicking tongue that evoked distaste.
Halfway through the meeting, I raised my hand to speak. "Regarding last month's data analysis, I've noticed some anomalies."
Everyone turned to look at me, while Su Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze tinged with a hint of probing and caution. "Oh? What issues has Director Lin discovered?"
"It seems some data has been artificially altered." I stood up calmly, presenting the prepared projection materials with a steady voice that resonated clearly. "In particular, the cash flow in these financial reports is severely inconsistent with the actual situation."
As soon as I finished speaking, an uproar erupted in the room!
The previously low murmur of conversation vanished instantly, and everyone held their breath, staring at the red data on the projection screen that grew larger by the second.
Su Qing's smile froze for a moment but quickly returned to normal. "Director Lin, such serious accusations cannot be made lightly. Do you have evidence?"
"Of course." I allowed a faint smile to appear as I magnified certain details from another document. "These contracts and approval forms bear your signature, yet the funds ultimately flowed to a shell company. Is this merely a coincidence?"
The air instantly froze, and everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between the screen and Su Qing.
Su Qing's complexion changed from red to white, then to a shade of green. She suddenly stood up, exclaiming, "Lin Wei, this is slander!"
"Whether it's slander or not, the company's accounting department will verify it," I replied, meeting her frantic and angry eyes with calmness. "If you truly have a clear conscience, why are you so agitated?"
In that moment, the composure and elegance on her face completely shattered, like a cornered little beast that could only scream to mask its fear and guilt.
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After the meeting, I returned to my office, locked the door, and dialed a number. "Hello, is this Lawyer Li? I need to initiate an unfair competition lawsuit against Su Qing, and I require your full cooperation."
A steady and professional voice came from the other end. "No problem, but you'll need to provide more solid evidence."
"Don't worry, I already have enough information," I said with a cold laugh.
After hanging up the phone, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long sigh, feeling an unprecedented fatigue wash over me.
Revenge has never been a simple matter; it requires not only courage but also patience and wisdom. More importantly—one must endure the struggles and pain that continuously surge from deep within.
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A few days later, I arranged to meet an old colleague who had worked closely with Su Qing for many years and was well aware of her past actions.
We met at a secluded little café. He wore black-rimmed glasses that gave him an air of refinement but also revealed a hint of caution and unease.
The café was softly lit, but the strong aroma of coffee filled the air, slightly relaxing one's guard while also masking an underlying sense of anxiety.
"Director Lin," he asked quietly, "is there something important you wanted to discuss by calling me out here?"
"It’s about Su Qing," I said directly as I opened the door. "You should know how she got into the company back then, right?"
He hesitated for a moment, his gaze evasive. "Indeed... but if I say anything, could it cause trouble for me?"
"It won't," I replied, sliding a confidentiality agreement from the law firm across the table to him along with a cup of coffee. "As long as you sign this agreement, your information will be legally protected. Moreover, if your testimony can help us make a breakthrough in the case, I will pay you a certain amount as compensation."
He fell silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly. "Actually, she did forge some documents back then and bribed the HR manager in charge of recruitment..."
Every word he uttered felt like a knife, shattering the carefully constructed image of Su Qing into pieces!
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That night, I organized all the newly collected evidence and sent it to the legal team, attaching a message: "Get ready; we’re going to fight a beautiful battle!"
However, just then, my phone suddenly received an anonymous text message—
"Lin Wei, if you keep pestering me, don’t blame me for being rude!"
Those few short words sent a chill down my spine.
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