SCHS - Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Qin Zhen once again witnessed Wen Shixue's skill at making things up. It was as if there was nothing in the world that couldn't be explained by her 'Wen-style' logic. As long as making things up wasn't illegal, Wen Shixue could, by herself, invent the most twisted reasoning, create the most dazzling life, and without needing a draft.
Taking out the room card, Qin Zhen opened the door and placed her umbrella in the black iron stand by the door. As she untied her scarf, she said, "Why don't you explain again why Zhu Ziming had to dress like that?"
She couldn't figure out Zhu Ziming's intention and hadn't asked him about it these past two days. In contrast, Wen Shixue's reaction seemed to have been expected, showing no curiosity at all.
Wen Shixue looked back at her and smiled slightly, "The final interpretation right of this matter belongs to Mr. Zhu Ziming, I can't explain it."
One must keep their word; selling out a teammate is impossible. Moreover, the less people knew about this, the better. Not letting Qin Zhen know was also to avoid burdening her, lest her honesty be tormented between confessing and not confessing.
Then Wen Shixue instantly went "Master Qin" mode, saying mysteriously, "Perhaps, when the time is right, we'll know?"
Qin Zhen became even more certain that the Little Demon King was hiding something from her and had no intention of telling her voluntarily. Since that was the case, she didn't need to be so tactless as to keep asking. She stepped forward to check on Wen Shixue, confirming that she showed no signs of catching a cold yet before feeling temporarily relieved and letting her go shower first so she could rest early.
...
Old Master Xu returned home after finishing his banquet with friends. Looking at the photos his secretary handed him, and comparing them with other photos of Xu Jianfan, he felt the build was simply identical, and a glimmer of hope silently rose in his eyes.
Moreover, according to Secretary Pan He's investigation, this young man was a jewelry designer, which perfectly matched their son's dream of being a designer. Maybe, just maybe, this was their son!
"Quick!" He raised his hand excitedly and said to his secretary, "Go confirm it now! If it really is that little brat, tie him up and bring him back to me! Remember to bring a few more people, let's see where he can run!"
They couldn't wait until tomorrow for a clue they had finally caught!
...
The snow outside the window gradually stopped. The deep black sky stretched endlessly, and scattered stars seemed to have fallen to earth, lighting up the human world. The distant brilliant lights shrunk into a small point of light reflected on the glass. Wen Shixue and Qin Zhen chatted for a while, lingered affectionately for a good while, then returned to their rooms. She then silently watched the scenery for a bit before reaching out to close the curtains, preparing to turn around and go to sleep.
Looking at the empty large bed, a sense of loneliness suddenly arose in her heart. Her girlfriend was in the same room, yet they couldn't sleep in the same bed. Was there any more frustrating relationship in the world? So she angrily shook her quilt, bent down, and lay down.
This damned engagement, she would break it sooner or later!
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She simply got out of bed, grabbed a pillow, hugged it, and walked towards Qin Zhen's room. The door wasn't closed. Qin Zhen was washing her face in the bathroom. She walked straight in and, without a word, burrowed into the covers.
As soon as Qin Zhen returned, she found someone else on the bed, tightly wrapped in the quilt, only a bit of her head showing, exuding a determination to become a permanent resident on this bed. Qin Zhen chuckled and shook her head, helplessly bending down and stroking her head, asking, "Why are you here?"
Wen Shixue poked her face out and said righteously, "Little Secretary is used to sleeping on a big bed, wants to try a single bed."
Qin Zhen: "Hmm?"
Wen Shixue buried her face back in: "Just lying down for a bit, then I'll leave."
Hearing this, Qin Zhen raised her hand and stroked the little head she had exposed. She didn't chase her away. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her phone to see if she had missed any messages.
Her fingertip slid gently across the screen. Soon, a particularly striking message caught her eye. It was from a former project partner, now a marketing director at an entertainment company; they were friends.
The other person didn't send anything earth-shattering, just a question and a picture, but it was precisely this question that drew Qin Zhen's attention: [Ah Zhen, do your Chenfeng designers not need to consider the company's image when dressing during work hours?]
Wen Shixue noticed Qin Zhen suddenly went silent and didn't know what she was doing, so she gently poked her head out from the quilt. She saw Qin Zhen frowning at her phone, as if she had encountered something troublesome.
Wen Shixue blinked, unaware, and propped herself up, moving closer to her: "What's wrong? Did something big happen?"
Qin Zhen pursed her lips, handed her the phone, and said, "Perhaps it will be a big deal."
To others, it might just be a small matter, but not necessarily to Wen Shixue, because this matter was essentially stepping on her landmine, making it difficult to resolve quietly.
Wen Shixue took the phone, puzzled, and looked at the message. The question wasn't earth-shattering or irreparable. Dressing style, well, it could be changed—if the accompanying photo wasn't of Xu Jianfan, her mindset would indeed be this relaxed.
Xu Jianfan had been secretly photographed.
Not only secretly photographed, but it had actually been spread!
Qin Zhen could clearly feel the air pressure around Wen Shixue drop instantly, silently emitting a cold aura of "Do not approach, those who approach will surely die."
Wen Shixue repeatedly looked at the photo. From the angle, it must have been taken by someone in the film crew, as there wasn't too much deliberate concealment. More importantly, a photo taken by someone in the film crew had spread to people outside the circle so quickly. As for whether it had reached Old Master Xu and Mrs. Xu... she couldn't say for sure.
"Find out who sent this photo." She returned the phone to Qin Zhen and got out of bed decisively. The determination to be a permanent resident on this bed just a second ago had been shattered by this sudden incident. "I'll contact Zhu Ziming."
Returning to her room and picking up her phone, at this moment she could only pray that Old Master Xu and the others hadn't seen this photo yet, so they still had a chance and time to make the photo disappear from the internet.
Wen Shixue's seriousness about this matter far exceeded Qin Zhen's expectations, because her focus was more on Zhu Ziming, whose photo was leaked, rather than her own reputation being slighted.
Qin Zhen's intuition told her that this matter was far from being as simple as "just respecting the designer's personal wishes" as it seemed on the surface. But seeing Wen Shixue so anxious, she didn't add to the trouble by asking, and obediently began tracing the source.
Regardless of what the matter truly was, this photo was undoubtedly challenging Wen Shixue's and Director Jin's authority. If they didn't investigate thoroughly and impose corresponding punishments, who would listen to Wen Shixue in the future?
The call connected quickly. Wen Shixue lowered her voice and called out, "Xu Jianfan." She added, "Do you know your photo has been leaked?"
Xu Jianfan's voice on the other end was also low, neither surprised nor unexpected: "I know."
Wen Shixue was stunned, saying in surprise, "Damn, it even spread to your circle?"
Xu Jianfan said with a headache, "My childhood friend sent it to me. The photo was a bit blurry. He just glanced at it quickly and didn't recognize me, thinking Chenfeng really had a sloppily dressed designer."
His childhood friend knew Chenfeng belonged to Wen Shixue and also knew Wen Shixue was his fiancée, so he paid twelve thousand percent attention to Chenfeng. Whenever there was any slight disturbance at Chenfeng, he would sound the alarm for him. Recently, when he mentioned Chenfeng, it was almost always about the influence of Chenfeng Jewelry in high society.
Although Chenfeng's reputation wasn't very loud yet, through various efforts and the support of excellent products, it had already formed a stable market in high society. Overall, the momentum was good and promising.
Except for this time, a small dressing mishap.
He couldn't even describe how complicated his feelings were when he saw his childhood friend send this photo, especially when his friend excitedly said, "You mean Chenfeng really isn't going to do anything about this? Isn't it embarrassing to let this get out? If you ask me, it's this designer's fault. When you're outside, you should at least dress properly to bring credit to the company, right?"
Xu Jianfan at the time: "..."
Dressing properly would expose him!
He felt a little melancholic. When he first met Director Jin, such a big director didn't say he was dressed poorly or not formally enough. She just smiled and said she also liked to dress however was comfortable. Yet, in these people's mouths, it became him disregarding the company's image—these damn guys!
Wen Shixue knew this troublesome matter would spread from the single question in Qin Zhen's friend's message.
A designer under her appearing in the film crew dressed casually and not formally enough—this matter could be big or small. To put it simply, it could be said that the designer was unconventional, letting their soul fly free, naturally not liking to follow the usual path. Framing the matter as a simple dressing style issue wouldn't cause much of a stir.
But some people wanted to stir up trouble, unwilling to miss any opportunity to step on the Wen family and Chenfeng. They were secretly and openly watching Chenfeng, watching the employees under Chenfeng, waiting for them to make mistakes, and then, satisfied, they would mock them more or less, spreading it to people around them, telling them to "avoid this pitfall."
And so it spread. Wen Shixue just didn't expect it to spread so quickly, even reaching Xu Jianfan's circle. It seemed there really were quite a few bored people in this world!
If it was just spreading like this, privately gossiping, Wen Shixue wouldn't care. But now even Xu Jianfan's childhood friend knew, so it was even harder to say whether Xu Jianfan's parents knew. She silently prayed in her heart, hoping that Xu Jianfan's outfit combined with the slightly blurry image quality could really make it so his parents wouldn't recognize him...
After exchanging information, she was about to hang up the phone when she suddenly remembered something. She quickly put the phone back to her ear and asked in a serious tone, "Forgot to ask, are your parents... people of action?"
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An hour later.
Pan He stood in front of the hotel, looked up at the brightly lit building, gently pushed up his glasses, and then lowered his head to look at the message on his phone.
Room number 3212, occupant - Zhu Ziming.
"Let's go." With his command, the bodyguards behind him followed his steps and strode into the hotel lobby with imposing presence.
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