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Zhao Siqi hung up the phone and slammed her mobile against the sofa, her red eyes fixed on the photos displayed on the screen. In the pictures, Shen Mo gently wrapped his arm around Lin Qingqian's shoulders, while Little Bean stood between them, smiling brightly.
"Damn Lin Qingqian, how can you still smile!" Zhao Siqi growled through clenched teeth, her slender fingers gripping tightly as if she could crush the phone. "Lin Qingqian, I made you submit back then, and I can do it again now!"
Anger and jealousy churned within her chest, threatening to consume her entirely. She suddenly grabbed a glass of red wine from the table and took a large gulp; the spicy liquid burned her throat but did nothing to extinguish the fire in her heart. "If I can't have it, you won't get it either!"
Zhao Siqi abruptly stood up, picked up her phone again, and dialed a number. "Help me investigate someone; I want all her information, every detail!"
A few days later, Zhao Siqi sat in an elegantly decorated café across from a thin man wearing glasses. The man pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase and pushed them toward Zhao Siqi.
"All the information you requested is here," he said calmly, as if discussing the weather.
Zhao Siqi eagerly picked up the documents and began to flip through them. As she read about Lin Qingqian's experiences over the years, a contemptuous smile spread across her face.
Unmarried with a child. The Lin family went bankrupt, even selling the Lin Family Old Residence villa. Lin Father abandoned his daughter to escape debts and fled abroad. Lin Qingqian worked as an interior designer at a large renovation company. Not only did she have to care for her sickly mother, but she also had to repay her father's debts while living in poverty...
Each piece of information brought Zhao Siqi immense satisfaction.
"Very good." She closed the file and pulled out a bank card from her bag, sliding it across the table to the man. "This is your payment."
The man took the bank card and stood up to leave. Zhao Siqi watched him go, a glimmer of pride and malice flashing in her eyes.
"Lin Qingqian, the game has begun," she whispered softly, a wicked smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
In the following days, various rumors about Lin Qingqian began to quietly circulate within the company.
Some people said she was pregnant before marriage and had a chaotic personal life; others claimed she would stop at nothing to climb the corporate ladder, even seducing senior executives; and there were those who said her work abilities were poor, relying solely on connections to stay in the company.
These rumors spread rapidly through the company like a virus. Formerly friendly colleagues began to point fingers at her and whisper behind her back. Those who had previously maintained good relationships with her started to distance themselves, even making sarcastic remarks about her when she wasn't around.
As someone who had always been well-liked in the company, I felt unprecedented pressure and couldn't understand why I suddenly became the target of everyone's criticism. I tried to explain and clarify, but all I received in return were more suspicious and mocking glances.
To make matters worse, the company was currently involved in an important project bidding, and I was responsible for one of the key aspects. Due to Zhao Siqi's underhanded actions, my submitted proposal contained significant errors. When the project leader harshly criticized my work mistakes in front of all my colleagues and announced the cancellation of my participation in the project, I felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair.
I had hoped that this project would secure me the position of department director, as my superiors had shown interest in me. But now, everything was ruined. I knew that someone was scheming behind my back. Although I had no evidence at the moment, I would never just sit back and do nothing!
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