"What's going on with Sun Liyan?" His voice was extremely cold.
Wen Yan replied, "It's my fault. I'll handle it."
"Where did your money come from?"
"That's my business. I don't need to report to Mr. Ye," Wen Yan said indifferently.
Each word was a jab.
Mr. Ye's eyes were like frozen ice. "Wen Yan, who are you talking to?"
Wen Yan remained unyielding. "My superior."
Mr. Ye: "..." He was almost speechless by her words!
He let out a cold laugh. "Get me a cup of coffee."
Wen Yan acknowledged and left.
Not long after, she returned with a cup of hot coffee. The man merely glanced at it and said coldly, "Don't you know I prefer iced coffee?"
Wen Yan said nothing. "I'll make another one."
Soon, she brought back iced coffee. He still didn't touch it, his voice chilling. "If you don't know your superior's preferences, shouldn't you have asked beforehand? I like milk in my coffee."
This time, Wen Yan didn't move. Her gaze slowly met Mr. Ye's. Her pupils were clear and pure, like a mountain spring, yet mixed with ice.
"Mr. Ye should know I'm a designer at the company, not a tea lady."
Is this little girl on explosives today?
Mr. Ye's aura also became oppressive.
"Then you know I'm your superior. If you make a mistake, I have the right to fire you," he said coldly.
"Please do as you wish, Mr. Ye!"
Wen Yan showed no fear. She dropped the words and walked towards the door. As she was about to exit, she suddenly stopped.
"If Mr. Ye needs a divorce, I'm ready to accompany you at any time!"
With that, she walked out.
The office was instantly like a brewing storm, oppressive and terrifying.
Zuo An came in to announce a meeting and felt the unusual atmosphere. Mr. Ye's eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to kill someone!
"Mr. Ye, what happened?" Zuo An asked cautiously.
Madam just visited. Did they argue?
But if they argued, would Mr. Ye be this angry?
"She knows my identity," the man said, his voice devoid of any emotion.
Zuo An was also shocked. "How did Madam find out?"
Suddenly, he thought, "Has Madam been investigating you all along?"
"Probably not." Mr. Ye recalled driving to the company at noon and realized she might have noticed.
"Then what should we do?"
The man didn't reply. He said coldly, "Let's have the meeting!"
Back at her desk, Wen Yan hadn't seen any news about Sun Liyan. She decided to post her statement directly online.
Involving a celebrity's affairs quickly attracted a large wave of attention.
Wen Yan: 【@Sun Liyan, are you sure you want to resolve this issue with such cold treatment? Since you are heartless, I can do nothing. On the 14th, you came to me to design a red carpet gown, stating you had no money to pay and would pay after the dress was designed. For the sake of our past friendship as classmates, I agreed. I never expected that after the finished design, you would refuse to pay. We had communicated about the design drafts, and you expressed no issues. Please give me an explanation.】
Below, she attached their chat records and dates.
It was consistent with what Wen Yan said.
Within half an hour of posting, it attracted considerable attention.
【First in line for gossip, Sun Liyan's actions are indeed unethical!】
【I'm stunned. I didn't like Sun Liyan to begin with, and now I find her disgusting!】
【Are you guys crazy? Our Yan Yan would lack this little money? It's obvious Wen Yan's design wasn't good enough. Yan Yan sought her out for the sake of being classmates, but she was ripped off. A dress costing hundreds of thousands, why doesn't Wen Yan just rob someone? Can she extort people just because she's an internet celebrity?】
【Maintaining neutrality, eating melon, waiting for Sun Liyan's reply.】
【I am Sun Liyan's fan. Firstly, Sun Liyan doesn't lack this few hundred thousand. But is Wen Yan, a new designer, charging such a high price not outrageous? Secondly, their chat must have been more than just online. Perhaps they said things offline that Wen Yan didn't release. Lastly, Wen Yan, we are all classmates after all. Are you going too far by slandering Yan Yan like this? Do you have any sense of camaraderie?】
【Yan Yan isn't that kind of person. We'll wait for Wen Yan to be proven wrong.】
【Sun Liyan's fans are hilarious. They say Sun Liyan doesn't lack money, yet she refuses to pay. Aren't these two statements contradictory? Anyway, I think Sun Liyan's refusal to pay anything is problematic. Don't design and materials cost money?】
【I'm speechless. Let me educate you all. It's not that Wen Yan's price is too high, but Sun Liyan wanted a lot of things. Aren't those tiny diamonds and such expensive? Besides, Xinghua's main focus is haute couture, which is expensive. This price isn't considered high. Jealous people, step aside!】
【Holding Wen Yan tightly and kissing her. Yan Yan, don't be angry. We will all stand up for you. If Sun Liyan doesn't reply, consider it an admission. May she fade into obscurity quickly!】
...
Over a thousand comments, some supporting Wen Yan, others supporting Sun Liyan. However, Sun Liyan had been in the industry for many years, and she had more fans.
Of course, Sun Liyan's anti-fans were not to be outdone, and many helped Wen Yan to bash Sun Liyan.
At this moment, in the makeup room, Sun Liyan was closing her eyes while having her makeup done. Suddenly, her assistant ran in. "It's bad, Sister Yan."
"What's all the fuss about?" Sun Liyan was startled.
"Sister Yan, quickly look. Wen Yan actually exposed you!" the assistant said urgently.
Sun Liyan's eyes immediately opened. She looked at Wen Yan's Weibo.
"This bitch," Sun Liyan was somewhat annoyed. She hadn't expected Wen Yan to be so bold and actually dare to expose her. Moreover, the reach of this exposure would affect her reputation.
"Sister Yan, should we reply?"
"Of course, we have to reply. I'll do it!" Sun Liyan immediately grabbed her phone and typed furiously.
Soon, a tearful Weibo post was sent out.
Sun Liyan looked at it and felt very satisfied.
"Don't you want to tell Sister Ye first?" the assistant asked.
"This is a small matter. I can handle it myself. Besides, Wen Yan is so funny. Does she think netizens will support her? With a few words from me, my fans will speak up for me. Online, no one cares about the truth," Sun Liyan was very confident. "Oh, has her money been paid back?"
"I heard from people at her company that it has been paid back."
"That's good," Sun Liyan couldn't help but laugh.
The assistant looked bewildered. Wen Yan paying back the money, was that good news?
Sun Liyan immediately took out her phone and made a call.
Soon, the call was connected. A man's voice on the other end was luxurious and magnetic, but with a hint of weariness. "Hello."
"Brother Beifeng," Sun Liyan said in a sweet and soft voice.
"Yanzi? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing. Brother, why does your voice sound so weary? Have you been overworking lately? I feel heartache just listening to it," Sun Liyan said with concern. "If I were your wife, I would never let you work so hard..."
"It's alright," the man's voice was faint.
"Then you must take care of your health. Oh, by the way, has sister asked you for money again..." Sun Liyan trailed off. "She also told me..."
"Told you what?"
"I went to a classmate reunion a while ago. She told us that she's living very happily in the Rong family, being waited on hand and foot. Being a rich wife must be so happy. If she needs money, she just asks her husband." Sun Liyan said, "I felt so bad for you at the time. You work so hard outside, but she doesn't know how to save. She asks you for everything. Brother's money doesn't grow on trees, does it?"
The other side fell silent.
Sun Liyan secretly gloated. She knew Rong Beifeng must be angry.
"She hasn't asked me for money," the other party unexpectedly said.