bayedsolid Chapter 371 She Deserves All the Good Things
Chapter 371 She Deserves All the Good Things
Not long after, Mao Qianqian came back.
"Here you go, Sister Zhixia," Mao Qianqian handed her the soy milk. "I was afraid it would get cold, so I kept it in my arms."
Wen Zhixia took it and said, "Thank you." She nodded and looked at the case on the computer.
After Mao Qianqian returned to her seat, she would glance at the Chanel on the table opposite from time to time.
Last time in the hospital lobby, she didn't see it in detail.
Looking at it now, it really looks like a replica.
Mao Qianqian withdrew her gaze stealthily and opened her post on the gossip app.
She would click in to take a look every few minutes. As long as there was someone who looked and dressed like Wen Zhixia, she would feel an indescribable sense of joy.
And it seems that Wen Zhixia doesn't know about it either.
Even though Fu’s company is so good at controlling public opinion, no one has come to delete the post.
This has been hanging for two days.
Fu Ruoshi doesn't care about her at all! Mao Qianqian was even more determined in her opinion and immediately posted her thoughts in the post.
[She is definitely not the real wife, otherwise our post would have been deleted long ago]
Wen Zhixia turned her head to the side and saw Mao Qianqian looking at her out of the corner of her eye.
Her eyes kept looking at her fake Chanel bag.
When Wen Zhixia met her and Sun Minghao after get off work that day, she noticed that Mao Qianqian looked at her bag in the same way, with eyes full of jealousy and suspicion.
After returning home last night, Wen Zhixia studied the post again, then registered a small account, saved the post, and observed the dynamics in it.
Now, as far as she knows, after excluding those around her who hate her but dare not offend her, and who are particularly idle and like to spread rumors and cause trouble, Mao Qianqian is the most likely suspect.
Zhao Xiaoning is in jail, Xu Hui is in a daze, and Gu Chun has fled to another place. My uncle and aunt are very cautious when sending messages to me. There is no way they can harm me again.
So, she decided to test Mao Qianqian first.
Wen Zhixia did it as soon as she thought of it. She bought a fake Chanel bag from the same city from a second-hand app overnight and had it delivered to her home in an hour.
What is in front of Mao Qianqian now is a fake bag.
The real one is still lying in the closet.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhixia stood up and said, "I'll go check on the ward."
She leaves the office.
Sure enough, as soon as she left, Mao Qianqian locked the door and walked to the fake Chanel.
If there is still bias at first glance, then once you touch it, you can no longer tell whether it is true or false.
"With such a hard skin and such a strong smell, it's definitely fake," Mao Qianqian almost laughed out loud, "What a fake."
She immediately took the photo, removed the background, and uploaded it to the post.
......
In the lounge.
After Wen Zhixia came out of the office, she started reading the replies in the post.
She quickly skipped over the discussion at the top and scrolled straight to the bottom.
After waiting for about ten minutes, the content was updated.
[Everyone, check if this bag is fake? I heard it belonged to the young lady.]
The ID is called cherry pudding.
Wen Zhixia recognized it as her bag in a second.
This bag came into my hands last night, and until now, the only person who has seen it is Mao Qianqian.
It is clear who posted the photo.
Someone else replied:
[It doesn't look real, the color is wrong]
[No way, how could the young lady be carrying a fake one? Can't Mr. Fu afford it?]
I don't want to buy it for her.
[Maybe he bought her fake ones on purpose. You can’t imagine the bad tastes of these rich young men.]
Wen Zhixia sighed and sent a WeChat message to Fu Ruoshi:
【Caught a fish, closing the net】
Fu Ruoshi replied with a crazy expression: [I am already horny and thirsty]
However, Wen Zhixia was not going to end it hastily.
If we don't give these rumor-mongers a lesson, and always indulge and give in to them, and make a big deal out of a small matter, they will only become more rampant.
She replied to Fu Ruoshi: [Join the group too and reply to me]
Fu Ruoshi: [I'm already in the group, idiot]
This office.
Mao Qianqian was looking at the replies with pride.
Suddenly, a new reply popped up.
[How come you even managed to take a picture of the bag she was carrying? Are you her friend?]
[Be careful of people around you who secretly dig into other people's privacy]
In an instant, public opinion reversed.
There were a lot of likes under these two replies.
A person with a hamster avatar followed up with a reply: [Are you fucking jealous of her?]
【It's fucking bad luck to know someone like you】
After all, it's just a guilty conscience.
Mao Qianqian immediately flipped to the top of the page and prepared to delete the post.
The door slammed, making her shiver again.
The phone fell directly to the ground.
"Sister Xixi!!! Why did you lock the door?!"
Xiaoya and the sound of keys rang out at the same time.
When the door opened, the first thing Mao Qianqian saw was Wen Zhixia's face.
Seeing her cold and sharp eyes, Mao Qianqian's cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
"What's wrong, Xixi?" Wen Zhixia sat back at her desk. "Why didn't you reply to my post?"
Mao Qianqian's head exploded.
"Post?" she stammered. "W-What post?"
"You're spreading rumors about Sister Zhixia's post!" Xiaoya raised her voice. "What? You dare not admit it? Do you know how many years the sentence for defamation is?"
She raised her cell phone, pointed at the post on the forum, and held it in front of Mao Qianqian.
"I didn't post this!" Mao Qianqian shouted to cover up her guilt. "You are the ones spreading rumors! What evidence do you have?"
Wen Zhixia said, "I bought this bag last night and just took it out today. You're the first person to see it. How come it appeared in the post by such a coincidence?"
"You're talking nonsense!" Mao Qianqian argued, "You clearly recited it that day! Sun Minghao and I both saw it! If you don't believe me, ask Sun Minghao!!!"
Wen Zhixia helplessly opened the mobile phone app and searched for the purchase record, "That one is real, this one is fake, see for yourself."
Mao Qianqian looked up: the diamond-patterned bag was 90% new, with only a few flaws.
Below are last night's transaction records and times.
Wen Zhixia looked at her incredulous eyes and asked, "Do you want to watch the video that Fu Ruoshi took when he bought me the real bag?"
"You..." Mao Qianqian stared at her but couldn't utter a word.
She understood Wen Zhixia. She was introverted by nature. Just because she didn't say it didn't mean she didn't have it. But if she did say it, it meant she must have it.
Mao Qianqian resented this fact even more, thinking that she was hiding things and pretending to be noble.
In the past, Wen Zhixia was ashamed to mention Fu Ruo in front of outsiders. She always felt that she would be considered to be showing off, arrogant, and even had an inexplicable sense of unworthiness.
But, what is there that she doesn't deserve?
She is optimistic, kind, loves life, is hardworking, brave and helpful.
She deserves all the good things in this world.
"Wen Zhixia!!! How dare you trick me!! You scheming bitch!!"
After completely understanding what was going on, Mao Qianqian collapsed instantly.
Wen Zhixia had a blank expression on her face. "Are you honest and upright? Don't you have any ulterior motives when you spread rumors and cause trouble behind my back?"
"Sister Zhixia, she doesn't have that," Xiaoya laughed, "She's just stupid and mean, she has no brains!"
"What does Mu Xiaoya have to do with you!!!" Mao Qianqian lost control of her emotions and cursed, "Go back to your hometown and sell breakfast!"
"I won't leave, I won't leave. I'll just be an eyesore for you~" Xiaoya said calmly, "You've offended the young lady of the Fu family. Think about how you'll repent in prison!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Mao Qianqian's face turned pale.
"You, you wait!!!"
She turned around and ran out of the office, heading towards Dean Mao Feng's office.