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"I need evidence," I said calmly. "Not only regarding the series of malicious events directed at me, but also the specific details of their collusion. I want to ruin their reputations and make them pay the price they deserve!"
Chen Mo Yan did not hesitate and replied, "Alright, I'll arrange for someone to do it right away. Wanqing, don't worry; I will do my utmost to help you. Where are you now? I'll come find you."
"I'm at the hospital; Xiao Xing is still in critical condition..." My voice choked again, my heart aching like it was being stabbed.
"I'll be there right away! Just wait for me!"
After hanging up the phone, I loosened my grip and realized that my palm was already marked with deep scratches from my nails.
Chen Mo Yan is the president of my fan club and one of the few friends I can truly trust.
In the following days, I took care of Xiao Xing while cooperating with Chen Mo Yan and his team's efforts. Xiao Xing's injuries were severe, and he remained unconscious. Every time I saw his pale face lying on the hospital bed, it felt like a needle piercing my heart.
Zhang Yichen visited the hospital several times, each time feigning deep sorrow and hypocritically expressing concern for Xiao Xing's condition.
Looking at his insincere face filled me with disgust. I held back my anger and refrained from exposing his true nature because I knew it wasn't the right time yet.
I needed to wait for an opportune moment to publicly reveal the crimes of Zhang Yichen and Wang Manni, ensuring they would be utterly disgraced and never able to rise again!
Isn't Zhang Yichen supposed to be clever enough to calculate everything? Doesn't Wang Manni want to step on me to reach the top?
Very well, I will make them understand that those they have tried so hard to trample can just as easily kick them into a filthy abyss.
This game has only just begun.
Chen Mo Yan was highly efficient; he mobilized the power of the fan club. Those true fans who had been drowned out by trolls and haters stepped forward, frantically gathering every shred of evidence they could find.
The divorce incident, online harassment events, even dirt from earlier times were all dug up.
Meanwhile, I played the role of a "perfect wife."
Every day at the hospital caring for Xiao Xing while forcing a smile to deal with Zhang Yichen's nauseating "concern."
Each time he came, he brought flowers and fruit baskets as if he genuinely cared about Xiao Xing's life or death.
Looking at his hypocritical face made me want to tear apart his facade of virtue, but I knew I had to endure.
"Wanqing, you've worked hard," Zhang Yichen said, holding my hand with feigned tenderness, his eyes filled with false sympathy.
I subtly withdrew my hand and forced a smile that was more painful than crying. "Yichen, thank you; you've really been a bother during this time."
"Don't say such foolish things; we are family," he replied as he reached out to put his arm around my shoulders. I sidestepped away, pretending to adjust Xiao Xing's blanket.
He awkwardly withdrew his hand, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his facade of composure.
I couldn't help but smirk internally. Zhang Yichen, your acting skills have truly improved, but unfortunately for you, I am no longer the easily deceived Su Wanqing from before.
In order to gather more evidence, I began to casually bring up certain topics, testing Zhang Yichen's reactions. I would seemingly innocently mention the lighting technician from the day Xiao Xing fell and casually inquire about his recent interactions with Wang Manni.
Each time I brought these subjects up, Zhang Yichen would display varying degrees of tension and evasiveness, further confirming my suspicion that he was deeply involved in Xiao Xing's "accident."
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