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In the office, Lan Qingqing argued fiercely, but no matter how she tried to reason, she could not change one undeniable fact: her video had been widely circulated. Regardless of who had sent it out, her very existence had already impacted Zong Group.
Lan Qingqing was on the verge of shouting at Manager Bai. The immunity that came with her pregnancy had lost its power; in the face of the ironclad rule against creating a negative influence, even if she had ten mouths to speak with, it would be useless.
She was about to cry from frustration, feeling incredibly wronged. Was it really her fault that someone filmed her? She hadn’t posted the video! She had said it a thousand times! She was the victim! But why did it seem like it was her fault when it came to them? Why?
Manager Bai remained calm throughout. "Lan Qingqing," she said, "the truth will reveal itself. I understand you feel wronged about the video being spread, but you must know deep down whether you are completely innocent. If this situation had happened to someone else, let’s be frank: if the woman in the video were Tong Le instead of you, no one would have been dismissed."
Lan Qingqing scoffed coldly. "Because Tong Le is Zong Zeyu's mistress, right?"
Manager Bai corrected her, stating that it had nothing to do with Zong Zeyu. "If Tong Le were the one in the video, everyone would stand by her side and defend her character, knowing she was framed by someone with ulterior motives. The company would help suppress the incident. But you are not in that position."
Lan Qingqing went wild with anger. "Why not? Why not me? I’m innocent too!"
Manager Bai replied, "The person who knows best whether you are innocent is you. Everyone has seen how you've manipulated situations with the company and its leaders multiple times. I’m not discriminating against you or targeting pregnant women; it's just that people like you only create trouble time and again, spreading negative influences and causing countless losses for the company. But Tong Le is different. If she were in this situation, we would be confident that she wouldn’t cause similar issues in the future."
Manager Bai paused slightly before adding in a sarcastic tone, "Of course, a video like this wouldn’t happen to someone like Tong Le, right?"
Lan Qingqing's face twisted in rage as she pulled out her phone, intending to record Manager Bai's ugly face and expose her to put Zong Group in a difficult position!
Unfazed, Manager Bai smiled and reminded her, "Recording me without my consent infringes on my rights. Also, I must warn you: if you upload that video online and public opinion escalates to a level that threatens Zong Group, do you think you'll be able to escape unscathed? The internet will reveal all your personal information—what you've done at Zong Group, what trouble you've caused, and why you were fired—including those little videos of yours will resurface."
Manager Bai smiled slightly. "In fact, revealing many things isn’t necessarily bad; people can see clearly who is right and who is wrong. I believe the public's eyes are sharp."
Lan Qingqing slammed her hand on the table. "You're talking nonsense!"
Manager Bai pushed a document toward Lan Qingqing and advised her calmly, "While there’s still some compensation available, make your decision quickly. Otherwise, once you walk out that door, even this little compensation will be gone."
Lan Qingqing trembled with rage; her feelings of hatred peaked at that moment. She believed everything she was experiencing was due to Tong Le's scheming!
Tong Le wanted to eliminate her completely; that was why Manager Bai was saying these provoking words!
Sadly, she felt utterly helpless.
Lan Qingqing signed the document under Manager Bai's warning; she didn’t even have time to think too much about it because Manager Bai had given her an ultimatum: if she didn’t sign and left the office door without doing so, Lan Qingqing would immediately receive a lawyer’s letter. The company would sue her for the series of negative impacts she had caused; if things got serious enough, she might even have to pay damages.
With her head hanging low, Lan Qingqing walked out of the office as if her soul had been drained.
She took out her phone and called Tong Le.
When the call connected, she sounded weak but still infused with deep hatred. "Is it you who made them do this? Are you trying to drive me to my end? You already have Zong Zeyu! Why can’t you just leave me alone?"
On the other end of the line, Tong Le sounded puzzled. "Have you been drinking?"
Lan Qingqing continued in a frenzy, "I won’t let you succeed! I won’t! I will stand on your head again! You’ll never be able to hold your head high! You were always my defeated foe! You don’t deserve everything you have now! The final winner will definitely be me! It will be me!"
Tong Le found a certain amusement in Lan Qingqing's frantic demeanor, reminiscent of Ke Jie. Whenever faced with a problem beyond her grasp, all she could do was erupt in impotent rage and hurl insults.
With a smile, Tong Le remarked, "Though your abilities leave much to be desired, your slogans are quite impressive. People like you are truly cut out for pyramid schemes, adept at creating an atmosphere and brainwashing others. It's no wonder you and Ke Jie ended up together—a big-time pyramid scheme leader and a little lackey; you truly are a match made in heaven!"
She feigned a sigh. "You know, had I known you were so fond of snatching my things, you could have just told me! Back when I was in college, I would have gladly handed Ke Jie over to you! Why make me suffer for so many years? If you were short on cash, you could have asked me! With my financial situation back then, giving you a few million to start your own business would have been no problem. But instead, you chose to cling to Ke Jie, holding onto a pile of garbage as if it were gold. And what did you gain from it, Seven Years? Besides a rundown apartment with forty years of ownership and a worthless car, what else do you have? I feel like you're the one losing out here!"
Lan Qingqing was already fuming, her body reacting with palpable tension.
Tong Le continued to stoke the fire. "Feel free to pick up the trash I don't want; aren’t you the one who loves trailing behind me to collect scraps? Go ahead and gather it up; consider it an act of virtue. Wouldn't you agree?"
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