Qiao Zhen said coldly, "We have some things that are of great importance to President Zhang. He wouldn't dare to do anything to us. I advise Miss Song to mind her own business."
Song Ruyi nodded slowly, "I see..."
She fiddled with her phone, a malicious glint in her eyes.
"What if I ignore Mr. Zhang's life or death and release the photos to the public?"
Qiao Zhen's breath hitched.
Song Ruyi smiled smugly and slowly showed all the photos to Qiao Zhen.
From Qiao Zhen and Yan Simiao eavesdropping on the room door, to the reporter entering the room of Boss Zhang and the transvestite, to them taking the freight elevator downstairs together, to moving the painting, and meeting with Qiao Zhen and Yan Simiao, although the distance was far, the people and the location were clear enough to form a complete chain of evidence.
Once the outside world finds out, not only her, but the Yan family will be finished!
"How could you know..." Qiao Zhen leaned against the door, supporting herself to stand upright.
She couldn't understand how the Yan family could have hacked into the hotel's surveillance system beforehand to ensure they weren't filmed, when there was clearly no one around.
With the help of the Yan family, it was a flawless scheme. President Zhang would never let anyone know that he was having a secret meeting with a transvestite. The reporters from the gossip magazines dared not offend President Zhang and the Yan family, and they also had their professional ethics to uphold. Therefore, all parties involved would keep the secret and would not divulge a single word to the outside world.
How could Song Ruyi possibly know?
Song Ruyi was even more smug. "Before Lu Zheng entered the banquet hall, I heard a group of people swooning over him, but they didn't have the guts. Then someone egged them on, saying that it was rare for Lu Zheng to attend a public event, and if they missed this opportunity, they wouldn't get another chance. Even if they took the opportunity to make a move, it would be a win. So, Lu Zheng was blocked as soon as he entered. It was too deliberate, as if someone had arranged it beforehand, especially after they saw you sneak away."
She clicked her tongue twice and looked Qiao Zhen up and down with disdain.
"Even if you wear a custom-made dress, it can't hide your poverty and scheming. Being able to attend such a high-class event is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. You must find another wealthy businessman to be your backup plan, so that one day Lu Zheng gets tired of you and abandons you, you'll have a way out, right?"
Qiao Zhen didn't say anything.
Song Ruyi continued, "So I had someone follow you, take pictures of you flirting with other women everywhere, and post them online. It won't just be Lu Zheng; let's see which man would dare to want you."
"The result was beyond my expectations. You really have audacity, Qiao Zhen, daring to blackmail President Zhang. Do you think you did it perfectly and that no one will find out? But my dad was afraid that someone would kidnap or hurt me, so he arranged bodyguards who are all retired soldiers from abroad. With their abilities, dealing with you is just child's play."
Qiao Zhen's mind was buzzing. She swallowed hard, still trying to remain calm. "You won't release the photos. If President Zhang finds out that a third person knows about your affairs, he will never let you off the hook."
"Pfft," Song Ruyi giggled, stepping closer to Qiao Zhen in her sky-high heels, "Do you dare to bet?"
In Qiao Zhen's eyes, Song Ruyi's smile was like that of a madwoman.
A madman will do anything.
She glanced at Song Ruyi's phone.
Song Ruyi immediately said, "Don't think that you can get away with just taking my phone. I have a backup."
Qiao Zhen considered it for a moment and decided to appease Song Ruyi first. If Song Ruyi really went crazy and released the photos, it would be most detrimental to her and the Yan family. She couldn't take the risk. "What do you want in return for me to destroy all the photos?"
“It depends on whether you can satisfy me,” Song Ruyi sat down on the chair next to her, crossed her legs high, and rubbed her fingers on the large gemstone necklace hanging from her chest. “The first thing is that you took Yiyi’s order, and you must return it to her.”
Qiao Zhen replied, "Okay."
"The second thing is, you're not allowed to go against me. The third thing..." Song Ruyi curled her red lips into a cunning smile, "Wait for my instructions."
She stood up and took a picture of Qiao Zhen's face with her phone.
“If you do anything that displeases me, I will release the photos immediately. So, Joe, being an obedient dog is the best thing for you.”
After saying that, he pushed Qiao Zhen away forcefully, opened the door, and went out.
Qiao Zhen stumbled, her head nearly hitting the corner of the table. She gritted her teeth, staring at her pale face in the mirror, highlighting the eerie redness where Song Ruyi had slapped her.
Song Ruyi's demands would become more and more outrageous, and she knew that no matter what she did, Song Ruyi would not destroy the photos.
Once she's had her fill of playing games, Song Ruyi will definitely make it public.
This is a bottomless pit leading to death.
Qiao Zhen rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and then turned off the phone's recording function.
Song Ruyi might persecute the Yan family, so we need to tell Yan Simiao so they can be prepared.
She sent a WeChat message to Yan Simiao, explaining that after tidying up her makeup and making sure she didn't give herself away, she returned to Lu Zheng's side.
Lu Zheng stared intently at the stage, completely ignoring her return and the flirtatious glances from the wealthy heiresses.
She noticed a dark aura surrounding his face, as if someone owed him billions.
"President Lu?" she called softly.
Lu Zheng did not react.
Qiao Zhen sat properly in her seat. Diagonally opposite her was President Zhang, who had not shown up before. He had a stern face and was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
The first round of auctions had just begun. Yan Simiao had just won a limited edition bag from a luxury brand, one of only ten available worldwide, for one million yuan. Her joyful smile froze instantly upon seeing the WeChat message, turning from astonishment to fear.
Then, Qiao Zhen's phone vibrated slightly.
It was sent by Yan Simiao: "Zhenzhen, don't worry, I'll ask my dad to figure something out!"
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