Chapter 114 What a huge plot twist!

After getting off the elevator, Fu Sipei didn't go back to Group 1. Instead, she followed behind Yuan Lai, hoping to talk to her when she was in a better mood. However, Yuan Lai coldly replied, "Go do your thing. I have other things to do."

The embarrassment from before hadn't faded, and now this remark made her even more awkward. She nodded sheepishly, "Okay, then Editor-in-Chief Yuan, you're busy."

He retraced his steps to his office and bumped into Lin Zaoyi at the door. Overcome by emotion, he glared at her fiercely.

Lin Zaoyi wasn't going to tolerate that and retorted directly, "Did you get your brain squeezed by a door?"

Fu Sipei retorted, "What are you so smug about? I'm just wondering how an intern like you managed to take over Tan's News."

Pointing his finger at his colleagues, he said, "In terms of dedication and ability, which of these senior colleagues isn't better than you?"

She's too good at stirring things up.

Lin Zaoyi almost applauded her, then stepped in, asking, "Are you questioning the editor-in-chief's arrangements?"

He nodded. "Okay, I'll ask her to explain the reason in a bit."

Not getting the desired response, Fu Sipei angrily chased after Lin Zaoyi, yelling, "Lin Zaoyi, stop tattling!"

The noise was quite loud, and the two had already attracted everyone's attention when they were at the door. Among the colleagues, the eldest sister was the most concerned, asking, "Why are you arguing?"

She walked over and tugged at Lin Zaoyi, "Take it easy, President Ming is in the editor-in-chief's office."

Just as I finished giving my instructions, another colleague spoke up, in a normal volume, "Sipei, what happened to you? It's nothing," pointing towards the editor-in-chief's office, "President Ming is here."

Fu Sipei paused, then her anger subsided considerably due to her guilty conscience, and she tried to appear natural, saying, "Oh, come on then."

Lin Zaoyi glanced gratefully at her elder sister, then looked at her colleague. The colleague seemed to be trying to stir up trouble. If her sixth sense was correct, the news that the editor-in-chief had assigned her to take over Tan's News during the morning meeting was the one that showed the most hostility towards her and Fu Sipei.

My colleague raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lin Zaoyi gave a fake smile, "You're wondering what I did to make Fu Sipei feel so wronged? Fine, then let President Ming judge for himself later."

Upon hearing this, Fu Sipei excitedly raised her voice, "Lin Zaoyi, are you out of your mind? Why bother President Ming with such a trivial matter?"

Lin Zaoyi acted considerately, saying, "Isn't it because you've been wronged, Miss? Look how friendly your colleagues are, standing up for you."

Fu Sipei retorted, "No need!"

"If you don't need it, you don't need it. Why are you so agitated?" Lin Zaoyi's eyes lit up with amusement. "Or is it..."

She paused for a moment, feigning mystery, then quickly asked, "Or what?"

Lin Zaoyi glanced at her from bottom to top with her lowered eyelids and then slowly uttered two words, "Guilty-hearted."

Fu Sipei's lips trembled. "Lin Zaoyi, don't make wild guesses here!"

Lin Zaoyi smiled faintly, her lips curving slightly. "I haven't said anything yet."

It was obvious that everyone's scrutinizing gazes gradually changed, and a straightforward colleague blurted out what was on her mind, "Si Pei, don't tell me you're impersonating President Ming's daughter."

A wave of embarrassment washed over her, and Fu Sipei's face flushed red. "I didn't!"

Just as his colleague was about to ask further questions, the office door opened from the inside, and the editor-in-chief and General Manager Ming came out together.

Xiang Nan sensed something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

No one responded, they just glanced at Fu Sipei. Fu Sipei avoided everyone's gaze. In this situation, they could only take a gamble. She didn't address her by name, but stood near Aunt Ming to create a false impression.

She gambled that no one would dare to ask Aunt Ming for confirmation in front of her.

Mingxian shifted her gaze from her daughter for a moment. "Did you need something?"

Fu Sipei shook her head silently.

Mingxian didn't ask any more questions, but looked at her daughter and asked, "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

In the office, everyone who heard those words stopped what they were doing and their eyes, like searchlights, suddenly turned to Lin Zaoyi.

Such a big reversal?!

Fu Sipei was not only surprised but also terrified. As if struck by lightning, her eyes widened in shock. "Lin Zaoyi, you...!"

Lin Zaoyi reluctantly gave him a look, and she had to admit, seeing that astonished expression, she felt refreshed and invigorated. "What?"

Fu Sipei was speechless, her throat dry and hoarse. She watched Lin Zaoyi walk towards Aunt Ming step by step, and then saw her take out her phone. "I'm working right now, on vibrate. Did you need something?"

Then, Aunt Ming said, "Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

The tone sounded very unfriendly.

Mingxian didn't need to ask; she only needed to glance at it to understand what was going on. Si Pei, that girl, was controlled by vanity again. She rubbed her child's head and said, "Mom will go back to the office first. If you're hungry, come up. I bought your favorite cake."

It can be said that this cry of "Mom" shocked everyone except for Xiang Nan and the person involved, who knew in advance.

Thinking back to yesterday in the break room, it turns out they were the clowns. But no matter how ugly they were, they couldn't compare to Fu Sipeng. What was she thinking? Of all people to impersonate, she had to impersonate President Ming's daughter, especially since the real heiress was right beside her.

I don't know where they got the nerve to act so arrogantly!

Fu Sipei felt as if the earth had shaken, and she almost lost her balance. She was both embarrassed and flustered, and in the end, she didn't even know how she got to her desk.

She heard various flattering remarks intermittently. She looked over blankly and saw Lin Zaoyi with a blank expression. Her smile in response was perfunctory.

Should we just deal with it?

Shouldn't it be smugness?

Or is it just a deliberate attempt to keep a low profile?

Sensing being watched, Lin Zaoyi tilted her head, and when she turned around, she met Fu Sipei's indignant face. She scoffed and turned back.

Whether out of embarrassment or resentment, Fu Sipei moved closer and asked, "Lin Zaoyi, why don't you explain that Auntie is your mother?"

Even after a long time, Fu Sipei still couldn't accept it. How could Lin Zaoyi be Aunt Ming's daughter?

Lin Zaoyi didn't even look at her. "She's just an ordinary colleague. There's no need for her to reveal her family's wealth, is there?"

Fu Sipei's chest tightened, and her lips trembled uncontrollably. "You did this on purpose!"

Her voice choked involuntarily, "Lin Zaoyi, don't you think you've gone too far!"

There really is something wrong with it.

Lin Zaoyi glanced at her and said clearly, "What do you mean I did it on purpose? Can you stop making excuses for your vanity? Besides, you and Yuan Lai are getting along quite well, so why didn't you tell me that you've been following her around for so many days?"

As she spoke, she glanced at her again, "Looks like your flattery didn't quite work. Yuan Lai doesn't consider you one of her own."

Having failed to gain any advantage, Fu Sipei blushed with embarrassment. She wanted to retaliate, but couldn't find a word to say. She took her phone outside, dialed Yuan Lai's number, and hung up.

At this moment, Yuan Lai's mood was in a mess. Half an hour ago, she called Tan Zhaojing, but he didn't answer. Just now, she called again, but he still didn't answer.

There was unease, and there was resentment.

This feeling persisted until the end of the workday. In the evening, as the sun was about to set, Tan Zhaojing's number popped up on the screen, and for no apparent reason, my eyelid twitched.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yuan Lai answered the phone, "The busy man finally remembered me."

The person on the other end of the phone said, "I'm in the front desk parking lot."

His voice was flat and monotonous, no different from usual, and no emotion could be detected.

She asked knowingly, "Did you need something from me?"

Her only response was two words: "Go downstairs."

Then, beep beep beep—

A cold, busy tone entered my ears.