The dust has settled

The subsequent influence of the "Drug Trial Proof of Innocence" press conference held by "Zhi Xiu Fang" far exceeded everyone's imagination.

The next day, nearly every newspaper in Shanghai reported on this thrilling press conference with unprecedented coverage. Shenbao even used the headline "The Birth of a National Brand: Promise of Life, Conscience as the Foundation," elevating Ah Xiu and her "Zhi Xiu Fang" to the unprecedented heights of a national entrepreneur.

In the report, Murong Bai used his brilliant writing to describe the entire process from Ling Xiuqing's calm confrontation and exposure of the scam to her final determination to drink the whole thing in one gulp, in an epic and magnificent manner.

Ah Xiu is no longer just a designer with superb craftsmanship.

She became a legend.

A symbol of the times that represents integrity, courage and responsibility.

In contrast, Chuntao and the remaining Han family forces behind her became the scoundrels of the street. After waking up in the hospital, Chuntao was formally detained by the police on charges of "malicious defamation" and "falsification of evidence." She faced the harshest legal consequences.

A deadly crisis eventually turned into the most magnificent coronation ceremony.

After the storm, the reputation of "Zhi Xiu Fang" reached its peak.

Parents who had previously protested outside the store now flocked to the store, filled with a mixture of guilt and admiration, vying to pre-order the "Baicaoran Healthy School Uniform," the buzz-worthy brand. Orders poured in like snowflakes, enough to sustain the factory's production for a full year.

St. John's Girls' School immediately issued a public apology and announced that it would transfer all school uniform orders to Zhixiufang. Subsequently, several well-known universities in Shanghai also extended olive branches of cooperation.

After experiencing the most violent storm, Ling Xiuqing's business blueprint ushered in the broadest clear sky.

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Three days later, it was already late at night.

The lights in the factory were still bright. Ling Xiuqing, along with Uncle Lin and several key craftsmen, were making final adjustments to the final design of the school uniforms.

She operated the sewing machine herself, her technique skillful and her expression focused. After going through so many hardships, it was only between these needles and fabrics that her heart could find the most true peace.

A light sound of footsteps came from behind.

She didn't turn around, but simply said, "Mr. Murong, you're not making headlines for your own news, but are coming to my factory full of scraps of cloth and thread? Do you want to experience life?"

"The headlines are nowhere near as exciting as yours." Murong Bai's voice was filled with a hint of laughter. He placed a steaming midnight snack wrapped in oil paper on her workbench. "Here, freshly baked crab roe. Eat it while it's hot."

Ling Xiuqing stopped what she was doing and looked up, only to find that Murong Bai's face showed a trace of fatigue that could not be concealed, and there was a faint blue color under his eyes.

She knew that in order to help her guide public opinion and follow up on reports, he had been working almost non-stop these past few days without closing his eyes.

The report that made her a "god" was the result of his countless efforts.

"Thank you for your hard work." She picked up a crab shell and took a bite. The crispy skin and delicious filling instantly warmed her stomach and her heart.

"You're being so polite to me?" Murong Bai sat down on the stool opposite her. His eyes softened unconsciously as he watched her work. "I was just doing what I had to do. As for you, that day's press conference, I still feel scared when I think about it now. Where did you get the courage to be so sure that you could drink it and it would be okay?"

Ling Xiuqing swallowed the food in her mouth, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then slowly said: "I'm betting not only on Chuntao's stupidity, but also on your ability."

Murong Bai was stunned.

"I know that with your ability, you will be able to find out the truth about that girl's allergy before the press conference. I also know that as long as the truth is in your hands, you will never let me stand on the stage and get hurt." She looked at him with clear and calm eyes. "So, I was never the only one standing on the stage that day."

These words were spoken lightly, but like a feather, they scratched Murong Bai's heart gently and accurately.

He stared at her blankly, his heart filled with an unprecedented joy of being trusted and understood. Perhaps only this woman in this world could see through his cynical exterior and see his true inner pursuits and strength.

He has never been a simple reporter.

"You..." His Adam's apple moved, and a thousand words finally turned into a helpless and doting sigh, "You... are such a worrying goblin."

The atmosphere, at this moment, became extremely quiet and beautiful.

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water.

Inside the house, the light is warm.

The two of them didn't say anything more, just quietly sharing this simple midnight snack. But a silent understanding and affection took root and grew in each other's hearts.

Ling Xiuqing knew that her heart, which had been frozen for a long time, seemed to be... slowly melting.

Murong Bai also knew that the independent, strong and wise woman in front of him was the soul mate he had been looking for for a long time, the one who could travel the world with him side by side.

Their story is no longer just about revenge.

It is also a kind of rebirth in troubled times, where people support and achieve each other.