He Chaozhi also heard about the farce between Han Zicheng and He Xiaoya.
Knowing that Song Lan was in a bad mood, He Chaozhi specially prepared a candlelight dinner.
But when he thought of He Xiaoya's current situation, Song Lan felt heartbroken and couldn't even eat a meal absentmindedly.
I saw Song Languang sipping the red wine in the glass, but the food on the plate was not moved at all.
He Chaozhi raised his eyes, his dark eyes carefully studied the woman's slightly frowning brow, and his magnetic voice was very soft: "What's wrong, are you still thinking about He Xiaoya? It has already happened, and it is not your fault. Don't think about it."
It was only after listening to the recording that he realized that Han Zicheng actually had inappropriate thoughts about Song Lan.
Fortunately, Song Lan refused, which really pleased He Chaozhi.
Song Lan hummed absentmindedly, grabbed the knife and fork and cut the food on the plate.
The phone flashed and a new message came in.
Song Lan opened it and glanced at it, her eyes slightly focused.
It's a text message from Song Zi.
"Lanlan, how are you doing lately? You haven't been to the nursing home for a long time. Is there any new progress in the He family?"
Song Lan's breathing became stagnant for a moment, as if someone had choked her throat.
Although she knew that Song Zi was just asking questions as usual, at this juncture when He Xiaoya turned into a vegetative state, she was exhausted physically and mentally and really didn't want to deal with Song Zi...
What's more, she hasn't stayed at He's house recently.
Song Lan held up her cell phone several times when a man asked in a low voice: "Who sent the message that makes you so uneasy?"
Song Lan was shocked.
Raising her slender swan neck, she realized that He Chaozhi had walked beside her at some point, staring darkly at herself and the mobile phone in her hand.
Song Lan quickly turned the screen of his phone downwards and placed it upside down on the table.
He Chaozhi was even more puzzled by her behavior.
"——Song Lan?"
"He's a new employee." Song Lan stroked his brows and covered his emotions with the back of his thin white hands. "The recent new employees like to compete for opportunities to perform. They always ask me questions about whether they are available or not. I find it annoying."
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows: "So that's the case, why not just kill the person?"
KEO did have a new group of interns recently, and He Chaozhi knew about it, so he had no doubts.
Song Lan curled up her lower lip in vain: "No, I didn't make any big mistake."
She lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the rich food in front of her, but an ominous premonition passed through her heart.
The next day, Song Lan went to work at KEO.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he noticed that everyone was looking at him strangely.
Even people passing by deliberately avoided her, as if she was some kind of bad luck.
Now that He Xiaoya is not here, half of the huge magazine office looks at her, and the other half has ulterior motives and is alienated from her.
I couldn't find a confidant.
Song Lan raised her delicate brows and walked straight towards the group of interns who hadn't noticed her arrival yet and were hiding in the tea room discussing.
"What are you looking at?"
"Song, Mr. Song, why are you here?"
The leading intern's face turned pale with fear and he hid his cell phone behind his back.
Song Lan was now more certain that the panicky atmosphere in the society had something to do with him.
With a cold face, she took the intern's phone and took a closer look. It was as if someone had poured cold water on her head, and the biting cold flowed from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
She seemed to be standing in an ice cave. Her lips, which were rapidly losing color, trembled twice before she said hoarsely: "...when did this report come out?"
The intern was so obedient that he didn't dare to say anything.
"Say!" Song Lan shouted.
"Yes, it was last night..." It was the first time that the intern saw Song Lan looking so angry. He was so frightened that he almost cried, and said tremblingly.
"It has completely boiled down this morning. Mr. Song, haven't you read the news yet? This matter has become a big deal and we can't hide it anymore."
I can't hide it anymore...
Does that mean she was deemed to have done this!?
Song Lan clenched her fists, returned the phone to the intern, walked back to her office with a pale face, turned on her computer, and started to retrieve all the relevant news from last night to now.
The Internet is full of audio clips from He Xiaoya's wedding. In the comments section, Song Lan was even compared to a mistress and scolded.
The title of every marketing account is shocking——
"KEO Vice President Song Lanxin cheated on her with her best friend's boyfriend, MC President Han Zicheng, and attempted to murder the bride at the wedding."
"Oh my gosh, she did interviews for several of my idol's reports. We thought her interviewing was particularly good. We thought she was a good reporter, but we didn't expect her to be so bad!"
"It's true that people are not judged by their appearance. She looks so beautiful, but she actually competes with her best friend for her husband. She will be punished!"
"Can this woman be any more cruel? She caused her best friend to have a car accident at the wedding, and her best friend was in trouble for eight lifetimes!"
Opinions against Song Lan spread everywhere, and some people even found Song Lan's work email and anonymously sent all kinds of vicious and obscene curses.
There is also an email in it.
"Are you satisfied with the gift before leaving? - Fang Xueqi."
Song Lan turned off the computer, inserted her hands deeply into her hair, closed her eyes heavily and gasped.
She is a reporter and will not be swayed by these remarks, she just hates them.
She hated Fang Xueqi for harming He Xiaoya like this, but she only needed to go abroad to calm everything down. Before she went abroad, she even bribed a marketing account and sent out a recording calling on netizens to bully her!
Song Lan slowly raised her pale cheeks, her beautiful eyes lost their former glory, only the deep red color that penetrated her bones.
"Fang Xueqi, we will fight to the death, and I will never let you succeed."
"I will definitely avenge Xiaoya!"
…
"Song Lan, this matter has been widely circulated on the Internet, and it has had a great impact on the reputation of our magazine. So I and several shareholders have unanimously decided to remove your title of vice president first, and you will work at the grassroots level first.
For a while."
Lin Xiao called Song Lan to the president's office.
Holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to Song Lan, and spoke in a deep voice.
Song Lan originally thought that Lin Xiao called her here to criticize her and at most deduct her salary.
But she didn't expect that Lin Xiao would do something so extraordinary, directly depriving her of her position as vice president and knocking her back to the bottom.
"That's not fair!"
Song Lan gritted his teeth and said, "This is just a rumor on the Internet. It is not true at all. President, are you going to deny my efforts for KEO during this period because these are not my mistakes?"
Lin Xiao turned around and looked at Song Lan meaningfully.
"Song Lan, I know you have made a great contribution to KEO, and I don't want to. But if this continues, our KEO magazines will not be sold. Have you not seen how the Internet scolded us KEO, saying that we are covering up mistresses?
, unscrupulous black businessman... I managed to keep your job and didn't fire you, so it's settled. You just need to keep to yourself for a while, and we can talk again after the storm has passed, okay?"
