He even found a marketing account and posted it online.
When he Yan's reputation was in danger, she didn't even know who was behind it.
She instinctively thought of Wen Qiao. After all, she had just schemed to let Wen Qiao be attacked by public opinion. At this moment, Wen Qiao was the most likely one to deal with her.
Yes, He Yan was indeed the one behind Fang duo's incident.
Fang duo was useless. She had spent so much effort to support that girl, but she couldn't suppress Wen Qiao at all. She might as well cause some trouble and make Wen Qiao fall into a storm of public opinion.
However, Wen Qiao shouldn't have known about ran ran's matter. Wen Qiao probably didn't even know who was supporting Xu Lu and Fang duo from behind.
Perhaps she was worrying for nothing.
He Yan was in a terrible fix. All her honor had been taken back, the netizens attacked her mercilessly, and the Guild even fined her. Her image of a talented, fair, rich, and beautiful woman was in jeopardy.
When Wen Qiao saw this, she merely shrugged her shoulders. Who didn't know how to play dirty?
She had only spent two days to stir up trouble for He Yan. She didn't reveal her talents at all and didn't expose herself at all. In the end, He Yan didn't suspect Wen Qiao.
In He Yan's eyes, Wen Qiao was just a pretty but brainless little girl. Such a meticulous plan couldn't possibly be Wen Qiao.
She felt that it was a competitor in the jewelry design industry who didn't like her, so he set her up.
Her losses this time were too heavy. The image she had painstakingly built up was destroyed in a day.
Wen Qiao, who had been hiding her achievements and fame, had finally gotten her revenge on the person who had harmed her. She had nothing to do again. It was only then that she suddenly recalled that Fu Nanli seemed to have left for a long time.
She quickly counted on her fingers and felt a chill in her heart. It had been eleven days. In two days, it would be thirteen days.
She hurriedly ran to Fu Nanli's apartment. The balcony was shrouded in the evening rain and fog, and the room was silent. Wen Qiao walked around the room and called out his name, but there was no response.
She sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain washing down on the Canna flowers. Wen Qiao called him again, but he still didn't pick up.
In the dark room, the phone was placed on the glass counter. Fu Nanli's hand was hanging above it, almost unable to hold back from picking up her call. In the end, he lowered his hand.
He couldn't be soft-hearted, and he couldn't let all his efforts go to waste. Hearing her voice and seeing her face, he couldn't help but see her.
It was better to wait for her illness to act up in 13 days and let Zhou Jing finish her examination.
Wen Qiao hung up the phone and sent him a message: "where are you? I really miss you.
Fu Nanli's fingers trembled. He slammed his phone onto the table, his gaze turbulent, so frustrated that he didn't know what to do.
Wen Qiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, waiting for his reply. She waited until dawn and dark, but there was no response from her phone.
A bad premonition suddenly flashed through her mind. Wen Qiao's palm turned cold, all the way to her heart. She frantically went to his bedroom and opened the cabinet on the right side of his bed. It was empty. The medical record she had seen earlier was no longer there.
She got up and looked around. There was a small safe next to the wine cabinet. She ran over and saw that the password was a six-digit number. She thought for a moment and pressed 001027. Her birthday was wrong.
910818, his birthday. No, it was not right either.
911027. Click. The safe deposit box's door opened. Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly didn't dare to open it. After hesitating for a while, she still opened the door.
There was only a single medical report in the safe. Wen Qiao's heart was beating like a war drum, and her fingers trembled as she picked up the medical report and slowly flipped to the next page.