Chapter 84 Her body went limp

He had this shameless, thuggish look on his face, as if he wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted.

Jiang Wanqiu gritted her teeth, but felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She tiptoed and quickly pecked his thin lips.

Before I could back away, a large hand grabbed the back of my head, and a passionate, aggressive kiss landed on my head.

He only released Jiang Wanqiu, who was weak and breathless from the kisses, and wiped the moisture from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

The man moved quickly; Zhao Wenchang entered the office just as the head of the cultural troupe stepped inside.

He sat imposingly in his chair, his face stern. After recounting the events of the previous night, he directly pointed out Bai Weiwei's problem: "Spreading rumors, inquiring into officers' family affairs, and disrupting the normal lives of military families. Commander Gao, what do you think should be done about this?"

Commander Gao, a man nearing fifty, broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. He knew Zhao Wenchang was not someone to be trifled with, but Bai Weiwei was also a treasure of the regiment, and he couldn't afford to offend either side.

He quickly ordered someone to summon Bai Weiwei, chuckling as he spoke, "Battalion Commander Zhao, please calm down. There must be some misunderstanding here. Weiwei is a highly conscious comrade in our regiment, how could she..."

"A misunderstanding?" Zhao Wenchang sneered. "Then why don't we let Comrade Bai explain himself what kind of 'misunderstanding' could make her come to my door in the middle of the night and make the whole compound know that my wife 'brought a wild man' home?"

Upon hearing this, Commander Gao knew there was no way to resolve the situation peacefully. He could only put on a stern face and severely criticize Bai Weiwei, who had just stopped at the door: "Bai Weiwei! You're being outrageous! Come over here and apologize to Battalion Commander Zhao right now!"

Zhao Wenchang, however, was not buying it and said directly, "There's no need for an apology. My request is simple: have her suspended from performing for a month, reflect on her actions in seclusion, write a profound self-criticism, and have it reported to the entire troupe."

Upon hearing that the performance was to be cancelled, Commander Wang immediately looked troubled: "Battalion Commander Zhao, this... you see, the New Year's performance is just around the corner, and Weiwei is the mainstay of the show; several important programs depend on her. If she stops, the effect of our performance will be greatly diminished. Could you... please be lenient?"

Seeing this, Bai Weiwei's eyes reddened, and tears welled up instantly. A few drops clung to the corners of her eyes, her voice choked with sobs, looking utterly pitiful: "Battalion Commander Zhao, I really didn't mean any harm. I... I was just worried sick, afraid your reputation would be damaged, afraid our military region's discipline would be disgraced... Those rumors outside really weren't spread by me! I just accidentally saw them and mentioned them to a few close friends, who knew they..."

Looking at the two people working together, Zhao Wenchang knew that continuing to talk to this peacemaker would only be a formality.

The man stood up, looking down at Bai Weiwei: "You'd better watch your mouth. If there's a next time, it won't be as simple as a conversation. You can keep performing, but the whole troupe must apologize."

Commander Gao nodded repeatedly, "Of course, of course. I'll have Weiwei go back and write you a profound self-criticism today!"

Bai Weiwei stood to the side, feeling terrified by Zhao Wenchang's warning, but a sense of relief rose within her when she thought that she had ultimately not received any real punishment.

In the afternoon, the air grew increasingly cold.

Jiang Wanqiu had just finished class when she was stopped by the school's reception office. They said that people from the health department were waiting for her in the hospital office to take a final statement regarding the "drug poisoning" incident.

Jiang Wanqiu knew in her heart that the case was about to be closed.

She arrived at the hospital office in a good mood, and the officers from the investigation team politely asked her to sit down as soon as they saw her.

However, what the other person said next surprised her greatly.

"Comrade Jiang Wanqiu, thank you for your cooperation. We have investigated the matter of Comrade Liu Cui's accidental ingestion of medication and have a clear understanding of the situation." The officer's expression was somewhat subtle as he spoke in a businesslike manner.

"We invited you here today to give you the final notification of the case's closure."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "The victim, Comrade Liu Cui, has revised her testimony. She claims that on the night of the incident, she was dizzy and accidentally took the wrong medicine, mistaking it for painkillers. It was purely an accident."

Jiang Wanqiu's beautiful brows furrowed slowly. She listened quietly without interrupting.

The officer looked at her and added, "So, the final conclusion of this matter is that it has nothing to do with you or Comrade Lin Mengyao."

After the officer finished speaking, he checked the recorded content with Liu Cui, who was sitting on the other side, and then closed the notebook, indicating that they could leave.

Jiang Wanqiu sat quietly for two seconds, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering slightly, concealing the fleeting emotion in her eyes.

She glanced at Liu Cui beside her, who hurriedly avoided Jiang Wanqiu's gaze, gave the officer an awkward smile, and then quickly got up and left, seemingly afraid of having a direct confrontation with Jiang Wanqiu.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanqiu could only slowly stand up. Her fair and delicate face showed no extra expression as she politely nodded to the officers, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

This result was both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.

She opened the door. The corridor was empty and dimly lit. A figure leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, waiting for her.

It's Lin Mengyao.

She had shed her previous nervousness and now wore an undisguised, victorious smile.

Only when she saw Jiang Wanqiu come out did she slowly straighten up.

“Jiang Wanqiu,” she began, “I told you long ago that the military compound is not your rural area. Everything has to follow the rules and have the right background.”

Jiang Wanqiu looked at her quietly with her large, almond-shaped eyes, without saying a word.

Lin Mengyao enjoyed the feeling of being superior. She continued, "You're lucky you didn't get into trouble this time. But I have to remind you, behave yourself in the future, don't always try to show off, and don't have any improper thoughts. Otherwise, you won't be so lucky next time and won't be able to walk out of here safely."

The threat was all too obvious.

Jiang Wanqiu finally reacted. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her lips, a half-smile playing on her lips: "Finished?"

Lin Mengyao was taken aback.

"If you're done talking, then move aside." Jiang Wanqiu's tone remained indifferent. "A good dog doesn't block the way."

The woman turned to the side, and the slender, graceful figure brushed past her, leaving Lin Mengyao standing there alone, gritting her teeth.

The other person's even more disdainful reaction made Lin Mengyao feel frustrated and unsure of where to begin.

Even if Jiang Wanqiu was slow to realize it, she would have figured it out by now.

The culprit behind this is Lin Mengyao, and this woman is trying to frame me.

The motive is easy to guess; he just felt that he was stealing the limelight from her medical practice.

But the more she acted this way, the more Jiang Wanqiu looked down on this woman.