The video shows Lu Jingyao arguing fiercely with her mother, Zhao Xiuying, and accidentally pushing Zhao Xiuying to the ground.
Lu Zhiwei turned off her phone screen and put it away.
“I also stayed at the Lu family villa that night. I took the video from the bottom of the stairs.” Lu Zhiwei’s lips curled up, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Lu Zhiwei, you are truly insidious and cunning." Lu Jingyao gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred that seemed to want to crush Lu Zhiwei into mud.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Lu Zhiwei smiled faintly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes; it was chilling.
"Even if you use this video to accuse me of matricide, it won't do any good. Not to mention that I didn't do it on purpose, if you want me to go on trial, you'll have to ask my mother for her consent. She'll still sign a letter of forgiveness for me then." Lu Jingyao calmed down and thought about it.
Even if it means a fight to the death with Lu Zhiwei, she will still strive to secure a place for herself within the Lu Group.
Lu Jingyao insisted on sending out the video she had.
Su Wan's conduct is flawed. Once it's revealed that Lu Zhiwei is an illegitimate child and not Lu Yunsheng's biological daughter, she won't be able to keep her position as president even if she wanted to.
Open the video on the USB drive, ready to upload.
The computer screen displays: The file is corrupted and the video cannot be opened normally.
Lu Jingyao was incredulous. She clicked the mouse several times, but the result was the same.
She carried the USB drive containing the video backup with her the entire time, never leaving it for a moment, so how did it get damaged?
Lu Zhiwei sat calmly on the sofa, picked up a magazine from the company, and slowly began to read it.
Lu Jingyao still refused to believe it, so she unplugged the USB drive, logged into the cloud storage software on her computer, and copied the backup she had previously stored in the cloud drive.
But then, as soon as the mouse clicked on the video...
The video appeared to be infected with a virus, displaying garbled text.
Lu Jingyao angrily slammed the mouse onto her desk.
"What a crappy computer."
Lu Zhiwei chuckled and put down the magazine in her hand.
Just now, she used an app on her phone to remotely connect to the computer on her desk and implanted a self-destructing virus, so Lu Jingyao couldn't open the videos on the USB drive or cloud storage at all.
Clicking triggers a self-destruction mechanism, indicating that the device has been infected by a virus.
"Are you done with your fuss? If you're done, it's my turn." Lu Zhiwei glanced at Lu Jingyao, who was on the verge of collapse, with a half-smile.
After saying that, Lu Zhiwei sent the video on her phone of Lu Jingyao pushing Zhao Xiuying to the company group chat.
The video sparked heated discussion within the company's group chat.
[Miss Lu is truly heartless; she even harmed her own mother, pushing her down and then running away. What a filial daughter!]
Poor Secretary Zhao, it would have been better to have a dog than a daughter.
Public opinion swept in like a torrent.
Lu Jingyao is no longer in the group and cannot see these comments.
Lu Zhiwei even took screenshots of the chat history in the group and sent them privately to Lu Jingyao's WeChat.
"How about it? Sister, am I thoughtful enough?"
"Lu Zhiwei! I'm going to kill you!" Lu Jingyao was so angry she could hardly breathe. She threw down her phone and was about to rush over to confront Lu Zhiwei.
Before he could even touch Lu Zhiwei, he was subdued by the bodyguards who rushed in and then thrown out of the company building.
Lu Jingyao, who had been slumped on the ground, got up.
She didn't know where the problem lay.
How could a perfectly good video be damaged? Lu Zhiwei must have used some underhanded tricks again.
The video in her hand was damaged, but the original USB drive was still locked in the safe at home.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Lu Jingyao disregarded her disheveled appearance, got up, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Lu family villa.
Back at the Lu family villa.
Jiang Zhan didn't go to the company today; he was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
Lu Jingyao ignored him and went straight to Zhao Xiuya's room.
Upon entering the room, the safe that had been placed in the corner was nowhere to be found.
Lu Jingyao stormed out of her room in a fit of rage and confronted Jiang Zhan, demanding, "Where's the safe in my mom's room?"
Wearing a white shirt, Jiang Zhan was holding a tablet in his hands, a mysterious smile playing on his strong features: "Maybe it got robbed."
"What nonsense are you spouting? The Lu family villa has a very tight security system. Where would a thief come from?"
"Aren't you one?" Jiang Zhan smiled, his dimples seemingly harmless, yet every word he uttered was like a dagger to the heart.
"You bastard, born of a mother but raised without one, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Lu Jingyao rushed forward, wanting to fight Jiang Zhan again.
Although he was a boy, he was a few years younger than her, and there was no rule that a younger brother had to give way to his older sister in a fight.
Jiang Zhan was tall and imposing; Lu Jingyao was no match for him.
After several rounds, Lu Jingyao's hair was disheveled, and her hands and arms ached.
Jiang Zhan's cheek was also scratched by her sharp nails, leaving a shallow wound.
"Stop fighting, Miss, Young Master." The butler and servants initially thought the two were just having a minor squabble, but things quickly escalated, so they rushed out to break up the fight.
Relying on the fact that Jiang Zhan wouldn't dare to do anything to her, Lu Jingyao grabbed a glass ashtray from the coffee table and smashed it over Jiang Zhan's head.
...
In the afternoon, in the president's office of the Lu Group.
Lu Zhiwei sat with Jiang Zhan on the sofa. There was a first-aid kit on the table. She took out medicine to reduce swelling and bruising and gently applied it to the large swollen bump on Jiang Zhan's forehead.
Jiang Zhan sat there obediently, a cold hiss escaping his lips, "It hurts, sis, be a little gentler."
"You're a grown man, you lost a fight to a woman, and you still dare to come here to play the victim?" Lu Zhiwei deliberately increased the force of her movements, wanting to teach this kid a lesson.
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