Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 299: Report Me? I’ll Make You Go Mad in Public and Be Dragged Away in Disgrace!
"Mr. Qian."
Lin Wan Yi’s voice was not loud, yet it was like a bolt of thunder exploding in everyone’s ears.
"Halfway through the meeting, the one who ran out to make a phone call, that was you, wasn’t it?"
She paused, each word like a piece of ice.
"So, the person who filed a real-name complaint against me..."
"Was also you, right?"
The whole meeting room fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze focused on the figure frozen by the door.
Qian Zhenyu’s face instantly turned ashen.
The hand he had resting on the door frame shook like a leaf in the autumn wind.
He wanted to run.
But Lin Wan Yi’s words were like two nails, pinning him firmly to the spot.
The two disciplinary officers also turned, their scrutinizing gaze fixed on Qian Zhenyu.
"It wasn’t me!"
Qian Zhenyu finally squeezed three words from his throat, his voice sharp and off-key.
He abruptly turned, pointing at Lin Wan Yi, looking wronged and grieving.
"You! You’re slandering me!"
"I have worked diligently for the magazine for decades! You, a newly arrived little girl, what right do you have to accuse me?!"
He turned to the two disciplinary officers, as if grasping for a lifeline.
"Comrades, you need to stand up for me!"
"This is retaliatory action! This is persecution of a senior worker!"
The leading officer’s brow furrowed into a knot.
He was about to say, "We will investigate thoroughly."
"Bang!"
A loud slam.
Sun Ping slapped the conference table hard, making the whole table jump.
He stood up abruptly, his face red and twisted with anger.
"Investigate what?! Bullshit!"
Sun Ping pointed at Qian Zhenyu’s nose, directly launching into a scold.
"Qian Zhenyu!"
"Stop pretending here!"
"Who was being sarcastic just now during the discussion about the ’Hope Fund,’ saying it’s a hot potato?"
"Who was it who couldn’t say a word after Advisor Lin proposed establishing a supervisory committee?"
He stepped forward, his presence imposing.
"Throughout the meeting, from start to finish, only one person! Found an excuse to sneak out in the middle!"
"If it wasn’t you who made the complaint call, was it a ghost?!"
Sun Ping’s words were like heavy hammers, pounding on Qian Zhenyu’s heart.
Also awakening everyone present.
"Yes! I remember! It was Mr. Qian who went out at that time!" A young editor excitedly stood up.
"He even said he was going to the bathroom, but was gone for over ten minutes!"
Another female editor chimed in: "I was just getting water and saw Mr. Qian on the staircase corner making a phone call, his expression particularly grim!"
"Exactly! He’s just jealous! Last time my article passed the final review, he said I got lucky!"
"He also criticized me! Said my writing lacked depth, only catering to young people!"
In an instant, the crowd was riled up.
All previous grievances against Qian Zhenyu erupted completely at that moment.
The young editors stood up one after another, accusing Qian Zhenyu of his past actions.
The scene of "everyone pushing the wall" arrived swiftly and fiercely.
The two disciplinary officers were completely stunned.
They had handled many cases, but never seen a showdown like this.
This was no simple complaint, this was a public trial!
Qian Zhenyu was thoroughly panicked.
He looked at those once respectful faces now glaring at him angrily.
Looking at Sun Ping, who stood fiercely in front of Lin Wan Yi like a raging lion.
He knew he was finished.
All his disguises were torn to shreds in that moment.
Fear and jealousy, like two venomous snakes, instantly consumed his reason.
"It’s me!"
He suddenly screamed hysterically, the sound piercing.
"It was me who reported! So what!"
With bloodshot eyes, he glared at Lin Wan Yi.
"I just can’t stand her! Coming from a capitalist family, why does she get to boss us around right away!"
"What does she know about revolution? About the magazine?!"
"All of you are bewitched by her! She sketches a few shabby drawings and you worship her like a goddess!"
"I’m saving you! Saving our magazine!"
He pointed at the pile of letters, looking deranged.
"And all this money! What rubbish ’Hope Fund!’ It’s nothing but candy-coated artillery shell corrupting our revolutionary team!"
"I reported her to cleanse the party of parasites! I’m not wrong! I’m the one who’s right!"
His frantic yelling echoed in the conference room.
Everyone was stunned by his ugly demeanor.
Even Sun Ping was too enraged to speak, only shaking his finger at him.
Lin Wan Yi stood there, saying nothing.
She just quietly watched his performance.
Watching this poor soul being consumed by jealousy, walking step by step towards the abyss.
The head disciplinary officer’s face turned as black as ink.
He didn’t need to ask any more.
Qian Zhenyu’s words were the most indisputable confession.
Motive, behavior, ideology... everything was exposed.
This was not just simple slander, it was a serious ideological problem, a malicious political plot.
"Enough!"
He sternly interrupted Qian Zhenyu’s ranting.
He turned to his companion, his tone cold and devoid of warmth.
"Take him away!"
"This kind of fully corrupted ideology, jealous, slandering comrades bad element, keeping him here is like having a tumor!"
The other officer stepped forward immediately.
"Comrades, I..." Qian Zhenyu tried to defend himself.
"Take him back! Report to the leadership immediately! Conduct a separate investigation on him! Thoroughly examine his ideological issues!" The chief officer gave no chance.
The order, indisputable.
Two young editors with broad builds voluntarily came forward, one on each side, clamping down on Qian Zhenyu’s arms.
"What are you doing! Let go of me!"
Qian Zhenyu thrashed violently.
"I am an old editor! I did it for the good of the magazine! You can’t treat me like this!"
"Sun Ping! You’re protecting her! Lin Wan Yi! You witch!"
Carried out, his feet dragging on the ground, still furiously cursing.
The meeting room door was pulled open.
In the hallway outside, colleagues from other departments came to see what was happening.
They saw the esteemed old editor Qian Zhenyu, like a rabid dog being hauled out of the meeting room.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes wrinkled.
His face was filled with madness and despair.
"Let me go! I’m innocent! That capitalist girl is hurting me!"
His curses echoed throughout the hallway.
Until he was forcibly dragged into the stairwell, the sound gradually disappeared.
The meeting room returned to a deathly silence.
The previously tense atmosphere dissipated.
Leaving only a sense of exhaustion after the dust settled.
Sun Ping let out a long breath, he approached Lin Wan Yi, his voice filled with residual fear and relief.
"Wanyi, today... it’s thanks to you."
Lin Wan Yi shook her head.
She approached the two disciplinary officers, her attitude composed and dignified.
"Comrades, can my innocence be proven now?"
The leading officer looked at her, for the first time showing a complex expression.
He earnestly nodded at Lin Wan Yi.
"Comrade Lin Wan Yi, on behalf of our office, I apologize for the trouble we caused you today."
