Translator: _Min_ | n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Jiang Yue gazed at her phone, her mouth agape, then steeled herself to speak, âI was framed!â
Song Ling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Jiang Yue with a complicated gaze. âThe person in the video, being interviewed by the reporters, is you.â
Jiang Yue stammered, âI⦠Iâ¦â
Song Ling cut her off, staring at her intently. âJiang Yue, Iâve known you for more than a day; I canât possibly mistake you for someone else.â
Jiang Yue glanced at her phone again, stunned by the evidence officially released by Gu Group.
She couldnât fathom how Gu Dai had screenshots from her spare phone.
Noticing Song Lingâs gaze, she hurriedly said, âBrother Song Ling, this must be a fabrication by Gu Dai. My phone doesnât have any of the content she sent.â
After saying this, Jiang Yue snatched her bag from Zhao Xuanâs hands and pulled out her phone to show Song Ling.
She was internally grateful for having more than one phone and keeping contacts in a different one.
Song Ling was no fool. Seeing Jiang Yueâs relief, he guessed her little trick.
He knew about Gu Daiâs hacking capabilities and how easy it was for her to uncover Jiang Yueâs actions.
Song Lingâs eyes lowered firmly. âGu Dai wouldnât frame you.â
Jiang Yueâs tension, which had just eased, rose again. She hadnât expected Song Ling to believe Gu Dai without even looking at her phone.
She had thought Song Ling might have rekindled his feelings for her, but his trust in Gu Dai suggested that the message she had sent to Gu Dai was nothing more than a joke.
Jiang Yue collected her emotions and defended herself again. âBut I didnât do these things. As for the video, I never recorded it. It must be a fabrication. Brother Song Ling, donât be deceived by Gu Dai!â
Song Lingâs gaze on Jiang Yue turned colder. He signaled Zhao Xuan to restrain her.
Zhao Xuan, already disliking Jiang Yue, eagerly followed Song Lingâs order and grabbed her.
Jiang Yue was dumbfounded, feeling the pressure on her shoulder, she cried out, âMy arm hurts, Brother Song Ling, let him release me, my arm must be redâ¦â
Song Ling, annoyed, turned his head and coldly said, âShut up!â
Jiang Yue began to speak, âSongâ¦â
Song Ling frowned and instructed Zhao Xuan, âTape her mouth shut!â
Zhao Xuan hurriedly complied, fearing Song Ling might change his mind.
With the direction already clarified by Gu Dai, Song Ling spent only about ten minutes to uncover Jiang Yueâs deeds.
Jiang Yue, seeing the dense codes on the computer, felt like she was about to faint, but Song Lingâs icy gaze snapped her back to reality.
Song Ling showed her the evidence he had found, speaking coldly, âI wanted to spare you some dignity, but since you wonât admit it, I have to lay the evidence before you.â
Jiang Yue, looking at the evidence Song Ling had uncovered, had no choice but to accept it. She tried to speak through the tape.
Song Ling instructed, âTear off the tape.â
Jiang Yue, head bowed, admitted, âBrother Song Ling, I did it.â
After a few seconds, she looked up at Song Ling pitifully. âBut I did it because I love you too much. Youâve been so nice to Gu Dai recently, thatâs why I went to such extremes. My actions are understandable. If it werenât for her misleading you, I wouldnât have ended up like this.â
Song Ling had thought Jiang Yue realized her mistake and was ready to let her off this time, but she hadnât recognized her fault at all, instead blaming everything on Gu Dai.
Song Ling was utterly disappointed in Jiang Yue.
In that moment, he understood that he couldnât be soft-hearted with someone like Jiang Yue; she needed a lesson, or she would never learn.
Song Ling spoke coldly, âFrom now on, you will work at a subsidiary of the Song Corporation and never show your face to me again!â
Jiang Yue collapsed to the ground, looking at Song Ling in disbelief, stammering, âA subsidiaryâ¦. No, I wonât go to a subsidiary!â