After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 394 Reputation Collapse

“I just received a notification that the review team requires us to submit a detailed analysis report on the social benefits of the project,” he said, placing the document on the table. His tone was calm but urgent. “Time is tight; it must be submitted by the morning of the day after tomorrow.”

I frowned, feeling a bit pressured, but still nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange for people to start preparing right away."

Jiang Yichen walked to my side and said in a low voice, "You've worked hard. I know everyone is tired, but this is the last hurdle, and we have to get through it."

I looked up at him and forced a smile: "Don't worry, we won't let you down at this time."

For the next two days, the team worked almost non-stop.

Jiang Yichen and I took turns overseeing the process, ensuring that every piece of data and every document was thoroughly checked. The whiteboard in the meeting room was filled with to-do items, and we would cross one off as we completed it, as if we were getting closer and closer to the finish line of victory.

Finally, late into the night of the second day, we finished all the supplementary materials. I bound the last document and handed it to Jiang Yichen: "All the materials are ready. Take a look at them one last time."

Jiang Yichen took the document, carefully reviewed it, and then nodded: "No problem, you can submit it now."

I let out a long sigh and slumped into the chair, as if all my strength had been drained away in that moment. Jiang Yichen walked over to me and gently patted my shoulder: "Well done."

I looked up at him, a slight smile playing on my lips: "This is the result of all of our hard work."

He nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes: "Yes, everyone on the team deserves to be proud."

The sky outside the window was already beginning to brighten, and I was utterly exhausted.

"I feel a little dizzy." I stood up abruptly and grabbed the stool next to me for support.

"Are you alright? You absolutely need to rest today." Jiang Yichen said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Sister Mo, Xiaotian, Lin Xiaxia, and I are here too, so don't worry."

Hearing the commotion, Xu Sisi, who was sitting not far away, quickly came over and said worriedly.

“Let’s go,” Jiang Yichen said casually, picking up his coat. “You can go to sleep first, I’ll wake you up when you wake up.”

I stood up, nodded, and felt that my body really couldn't take it anymore: "Okay, let's go."

The moment I stepped out of the office, the wind that blew by was cool, yet it also made me feel incredibly refreshed.

When I woke up the next day, I found that Jiang Yichen had already left early. During this time, he was not only busy with company matters, but also with project matters. I opened my phone and found that he had left me a message early in the morning.

"Honey, remember to eat breakfast. I'll come over this afternoon when I'm free. The problem with Song Yang is almost resolved."

This guy is quite meticulous, but Song Yang's brother is indeed not easy to deal with. I tidied myself up while thinking about this and arrived at the office early.

"Sister Mo, you're here."

Xu Sisi was looking at the computer screen, and she craned her neck to wave to me from a distance.

"Yes, how's it going?" Xu Sisi didn't continue speaking.

I feel the atmosphere in the office is getting increasingly subdued today.

I turned to ask someone else, and to my surprise, he took out his phone and gave me a SIM card. It had news about the demolition.

"how so."

For a moment, my mind went blank, and the sound of typing on the keyboard filled the air. No one dared to speak at that moment.

Suddenly, Song Yang came into my view; he was here today to resolve this matter.

"Have you seen this news?" I asked with a questioning yet angry look in my eyes.

"I've seen it, but don't rush to conclusions. He has no evidence. Right now, it's just that netizens are speculating a lot. Our core interests haven't suffered any actual losses. What about the government's documents?"

I pointed to the documents in front of me and replied calmly, "They're all here, but there's still one thing that hasn't been dealt with."

"It's alright. I've found a few people I trust today. It shouldn't be a problem to resolve this within the day."

He rushed up to me and handed the documents to the remaining people.

"What did your brother say?"

"Let's go inside and talk; it's not convenient here right now."

He gestured for us to go into the room to talk.

Upon arriving at the room, he said, "He's probably the one who leaked the information, but we can't rule out the possibility that it was done by some people who don't like us."

“You’re right, but…” I paused, “they’re trying to drive us to our deaths!”

I said through gritted teeth, my voice filled with undisguised anger and anxiety. This was a truly ruthless move; to instigate someone to anonymously report us for data fabrication at a critical moment in the project review.

"So we have to hurry, otherwise it will be difficult for our people to get things done with the government."

"That's true, but in the end it's up to everyone."

"Gu Mo, I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

“Don’t rush,” his voice was deep and calm, with an unusual composure. “I’ve already had someone investigate. As long as we can prove the accusation is false, the investigation can continue.”

I turned to look at him. Song Yang's face didn't show much expression, but his eyes were deep and resolute.

He appeared completely calm and composed, as if the crisis before him was nothing more than a trivial matter.

“But time waits for no one,” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “If the review is interrupted, the project’s progress will be slowed down, or it may even be completely shelved. The Song family’s move is clearly aimed at getting us out of the game.”

“I understand. But there’s no use rushing now; we must remain calm. I’ve already sent people to investigate the source of the report. Once we find the evidence, things will take a turn for the better.”

Over the next few days, we devoted ourselves to the investigation almost non-stop. Song Yang used all available resources to trace every detail, from the source of the whistleblower letter to the whereabouts of Song's eldest son.

My role was to keep the team calm and ensure the project could continue normally even with the review process interrupted.

Finally, late one night, Song Yang called.

"I found it." His voice carried a hint of fatigue, but more than anything, it was filled with a sense of relief.

I immediately stood up from my chair, my heart pounding: "How is it?"

“The eldest son of the Song family did indeed manipulate all of this behind the scenes.” Song Yang’s voice was calm and clear. “He used an intermediary to instruct a former employee of the lab to anonymously report us for data fabrication. We have found that employee, and he is willing to testify.”

I breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had finally been lifted from my chest: "Great! With this evidence, we can prove that the report was a frame-up, and the investigation can continue."

“Not only that,” Song Yang’s voice carried a hint of coldness, “I also discovered his improper practices in other projects. He used his family’s influence to suppress competitors on multiple occasions, and is even suspected of bribery and market manipulation. Once this evidence is made public, his reputation will completely collapse.”