More and more commentators chose to believe Ye Shu.
At this moment, a group of people were still slandering, "Director Ye Shu might have been deceived by this woman!"
"I think this woman is very cunning."
"Plagiarism is a very serious matter. Anyway, I think this kind of behavior is an insult to original designers."
Wen Yan did not continue scrolling. She felt that even if she kept reading, some people would still follow the trend without reason.
She turned off the computer and was about to ask Zhuo Feng how the financial matters were progressing.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Wen Yan looked up and said, "Come in."
The next second, an employee rushed in, looking at Wen Yan and said anxiously, "President Wen, there is a large group of reporters in the lobby who want to see you!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yan's expression instantly turned grim. "Alright."
If the online situation was deliberately manipulated before, then the reporters downstairs were clearly orchestrated.
Wen Yan walked out of the room and as soon as she reached the lobby, she heard a group of reporters clamoring, "Tell your President Wen to come out."
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Miss Wen is there!"
Wen Yan walked over, and the reporters swarmed towards her like a swarm of bees, all pushing to interview her. "Miss Wen, what is your response to the plagiarism accusations online!"
"Director Ye Shu spoke up for you, are you two close?"
"Miss Wen, online sources say you disregarded family ties and attacked your own sister, causing the Wen family to go bankrupt. Do you have anything to say?"
Wen Yan replied with a resounding voice, "Regarding the plagiarism issue, I believe I have already responded. As for other matters, they are my private affairs, and I don't think I need to disclose them to you."
Hearing this, the reporters showed no intention of backing down. "If Miss Wen doesn't respond, does that mean she's afraid?"
"Do you know how serious plagiarism is for a designer?"
Wen Yan's tone was icy, "You keep talking about plagiarism. I wonder if your Chinese is not good enough? Don't you understand the difference between plagiarism and inspiration?"
"Miss Wen, you don't need to resort to personal attacks!"
"Exactly, we are just defending the rights of original creators."
"Miss Wen has been refusing to answer our questions, is she trying to get away with it?"
Wen Yan said helplessly, "Tomorrow, I will give you a satisfactory answer."
With that, she turned and walked into the elevator.
Back in the studio lobby, she happened to see a few designers whispering.
"Do you think President Wen really plagiarized someone's work?"
"Don't guess wildly, Director Ye Shu has already spoken up for President Wen."
"Anyway, I feel like President Wen is in big trouble this time. We should make plans accordingly."
Wen Yan walked in with a calm expression, scanned the room, and then fixed her gaze on the women gossiping. "You can tell me any thoughts you have, or even go to HR to resign directly. If you don't have the determination to face difficulties with the company, then find somewhere else to go."
Hearing this, everyone's faces turned red. Some started to apologize, while others remained silent, feeling extremely awkward.
Wen Yan ignored their reactions and returned to her office.
Just then, Zhuo Feng called.
She pressed the answer button and asked about the situation. Zhuo Feng said, "The finance department is here and wants to see you."
"I know, I'll be right there." Upon hearing this, Wen Yan knew the other party was scared and wanted her to drop the matter.
She had learned her lesson from helping someone only to be bitten back.
Wen Yan walked out of the lobby, and the screen lit up.
She saw it was Leng Xunze's call. Despite her exhaustion, some of it dissipated at that moment.
After answering, Leng Xunze's voice was low and hoarse, "I know about the online situation. How are you? I've already sent people to handle it."
Wen Yan refused, responding with a smile, "Husband, don't get involved in this. I have a way to solve it."
"Alright, then I won't interfere. Where are you now?" Leng Xunze had wanted to tell her some good news, but now he also wanted to see his wife's ability to handle things independently.
However, some people were being disobedient, daring to provoke his Yan Yan, so he couldn't just stand by.
Wen Yan walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and gave the address. "I'm going to handle this now."
"Okay, Yan Yan, tell me if you have any problems. You don't need to bear it all alone. Don't forget, I am your sky."
At these words, a warmth spread through Wen Yan's heart. "Mm, I know, husband. I'll hang up now."
"Mm."
Half an hour later.
Wen Yan met the woman in charge of finance. "Speak, what do you want to say by calling me here?"
The woman saw Wen Yan and said excitedly, "President Wen, you have to save me. I don't want to stay here. Save me, and I'll tell you who is behind all this."
Wen Yan's voice was cold, "I gave you a chance, and more than once, but you didn't seize it. Do you really think I would save you now?"
The woman's expression changed, and she quickly begged, "President Wen, I know you are kind. Please help me one more time. I will never forget your great kindness."
Wen Yan didn't believe her at all. "If you have nothing else to say, I'll be leaving. Since you stole, you should know the consequences."
As she spoke, she turned around and pressed the voice recorder. The woman pondered for a few seconds, gritted her teeth, and blurted out, "President Wen, don't go. It was the eldest daughter of the Song family who told me to do this."
Song Na?
She thought it was someone from the Wen family!
But it wasn't surprising that it was Song Na.
"Okay."
Wen Yan left the lobby. Zhuo Feng saw her coming out from the door and stepped forward. "President Wen, the online criticism is getting more intense. What should we do?"
She walked beside him. "No need to worry, I'll handle it."
Zhuo Feng stood there, feeling that President Wen always appeared calm and in control, which made him look at her a few more times.
Wen Yan had already reached the roadside, but when she turned her head and didn't see Zhuo Feng, she turned back in confusion, only to see Zhuo Feng staring at her blankly.
She called out, "What are you spacing out for! Hurry up and catch up."
Zhuo Feng snapped back to reality, responded with a silly grin, and followed her.
Evening.
Wen Yan received a call from an unknown number. A woman's arrogant voice came through, "Miss Wen, are you still not considering my suggestion? As long as you agree to leave the capital, I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, do you think you can salvage your reputation by yourself?"
With Miss Song helping her behind the scenes, what could this woman do to fight her?
She sneered, "From your tone, you think I'm bound to lose?"
The woman laughed triumphantly, "Isn't that obvious?"
Wen Yan calmly said, "I will not agree to your terms, and I have a way to resolve this matter."
"Is that so? Miss Wen, my patience is limited. If you don't agree to my conditions by tomorrow morning, I will make sure you can no longer work in the design industry."
Wen Yan smiled, "Then I'll be waiting."
"You..."
Wen Yan hung up the phone directly and walked out of the room.