Meng Zihan's charming smile vanished instantly.
She didn't answer Director Zhang's question, but instead pushed away his fat hand that was around her waist and stood up from the sofa.
She walked gracefully to the wall and turned on the switch.
"Clatter".
With a soft sound, the magnificent crystal chandelier in the living room suddenly lit up.
The bright light dispelled all darkness and ambiguity, illuminating everything in the room in perfect detail.
Accustomed to the dim candlelight, Director Zhang was dazzled by the sudden bright light.
He instinctively raised his hand to block it, muttering with dissatisfaction, "Honey, what are you doing? Why did you turn on the light for no reason?"
Meng Zihan ignored him.
She turned around, picked up a brown paper document bag that had been placed in the corner of the sofa, and threw it onto the coffee table in front of Director Zhang without hesitation.
"Smack!"
The sound of the file folder hitting the glass tabletop was crisp and loud, startling Director Zhang.
Even if Director Zhang was slow-witted and looked down on Meng Zihan, thinking she was just a brainless pretty face, he would realize something was wrong at this moment.
The atmosphere between the two, which had been so passionate and romantic, suddenly plummeted to freezing point.
For some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if something was choking him, and even breathing became difficult.
But he still forced a smile, reached for the file folder, and casually asked, "What's this? Why are you being so mysterious..."
Before he could finish speaking, his fingers had already pulled out several sheets of paper from inside.
When his gaze fell on the bold black characters at the top of the paper, the smile on his face instantly froze.
Those few sheets of paper were clearly bank statements showing how he transferred funds through Linda using Meng Zihan's company account, with every transaction meticulously documented.
The pressure in my chest instantly became more pronounced.
He barely managed to maintain his composure, raised his head, and asked sternly, "Where did you get these things from?"
Meng Zihan looked down at him, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.
"Where did I get this from?" she sneered. "I found it out myself, of course. Brother Zhang, you've got a really good plan! You say you love me and care about me, that you'll give me a company, but what are you really doing? You're using my company as a money laundering tool. All the money ends up in your pocket, and when things go wrong, you'll make me, the legal representative, the scapegoat and have me go to jail for you. Isn't that right?"
"What...what nonsense are you spouting!"
Director Zhang felt increasingly tightness in his chest, and could barely breathe.
He reached out and roughly ripped open the collar of his shirt, trying to get his breathing easier.
His face returned to a sweet smile as he gently explained.
"Honey, listen to me, you've definitely misunderstood... things aren't what you think at all!"
"Not like that? What is it then?"
Meng Zihan looked up as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, and sneered.
"Do you really think I'm as easy to fool as a three-year-old? Or do you think I'm so stupid that I can't even check something? All those mistresses you sent in before, weren't they all involved in economic crimes? And that Linda, she's nothing but your dog, she bites whoever you tell her to bite. You two are in cahoots!"
Director Zhang felt dizzy as he watched Meng Zihan's mouth open and close.
He couldn't understand how Meng Zihan could suddenly become so smart.
Did he misjudge the situation before?
This woman has been putting on an act in front of me all along?
No, that's impossible.
He recalled her previous behavior; that naive and greedy foolishness was definitely not an act.
She's definitely throwing a tantrum!
Yes, that must be it!
Women, when they throw a tantrum, it's usually because they want something in return.
A few sweet words, a few new bags, and some jewelry will do the trick.
With this in mind, Director Zhang felt more confident.
He struggled to stand up from the sofa, wanting to go over and hug Meng Zihan, to comfort her with his body and sweet words as usual.
"Honey, don't be angry, it's all a misunderstanding..."
To his surprise, as soon as he stood up straight, the world spun before his eyes, and he felt extremely dizzy.
Immediately afterwards, my legs felt as weak as noodles, and I couldn't muster any strength at all.
"thump!"
His legs gave way and he collapsed onto the carpet.
The feeling of suffocation in his chest intensified, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe in some air.
At this point, Director Zhang finally realized that something was wrong.
He struggled to lift his head, staring intently at Meng Zihan, his voice hoarse.
"What...what did you do? There's something in the drink! What are you trying to do?"
Meng Zihan slowly squatted down in front of him, admiring up close his face, which had turned bluish-purple due to lack of oxygen, and his disheveled appearance.
"do what?"
Her voice was as soft as a lover's whisper.
“I gave you a chance, Brother Zhang. Before drugging your drink, I asked you about Linda, but you refused to tell the truth. Since you're heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless. You want me to be your scapegoat? You'd better see if you're even alive to enjoy this blessing!”
"You want to kill me?" Director Zhang's body began to convulse uncontrollably, fear overwhelming him like a tidal wave. "You drugged me?"
"Yes! Didn't expect that, did you?"
Meng Zihan laughed, a laugh filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
"You made a fool of me, treating me like a monkey, a complete idiot who could be sacrificed at any moment, and now you're lying at my feet like a dead dog. How does that feel?"
Director Zhang's face grew increasingly pale. He completely panicked and began to beg for mercy incoherently.
"Meng Zihan! You're insane! You think my death will solve everything? My connections... the police... they won't let you get away with this!"
"Quickly call 999 for me! Call the hospital! As long as I'm okay, I'll fire Linda right away! You can have the company! My house, my car... whatever you want, I'll give you! Zihan, don't be foolish!"
Meng Zihan interrupted him with a cold laugh: "Brother Zhang, now that things have come to this, do you think I'd still believe your nonsense?"
As she spoke, she stood up, picked up the briefcase that Director Zhang had casually tossed onto the sofa, and pulled out the familiar leather wallet from inside.
In front of Director Zhang, she opened her wallet, revealing a row of bank cards neatly inserted inside.
Meng Zihan pulled out the cards one by one and waved them in front of Director Zhang.
"However, considering that we've been on good terms before, it's not like we can't negotiate. As long as you honestly tell me the passwords for these cards, I'll take pity on you and spare your life."
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