"You refuse to visit them, refuse to foster any affection. When you returned home, you pushed your mother down the stairs, landing her in the hospital. But that wasn't enough, you had to set fire to all the roses in the courtyard. If all this could have settled your discontent with the family, that would have been one thing. But you, having already married Di Zong, still went chasing after Sheng Yan."
Tears streamed down like raindrops.
Jiang Feifei's tearful accusations garnered sympathy from everyone present, painting Jiang Ziyu as a scheming, unscrupulous villain.
Sheng Yan!
Di Mingjue heard the name again. Events from earlier resurfaced in his mind.
Sensing Di Mingjue's displeasure, Jiang Feifei pressed her advantage, continuing, "You and Sheng Yan are relics of the past. Why go to such lengths to have him revolve around you? And you clearly know he's my fiancé now. What are your intentions in doing all this? Does everyone in the Jiang family represent an enemy in your eyes?"
A hush fell over the room as the other employees covered their mouths, their hearts unable to bear the shock of the gossip.
Sisters fighting over a man?
Playing both sides?
Under Jiang Feifei's accusations, Jiang Ziyu was branded with various labels.
Listening to the absurd claims, Jiang Ziyu remained unhurried. She took out her phone from her pocket. Before numerous eyes, her fingers swiped across the screen.
With a click, she waved her phone, "Some people dream too much and lose touch with reality. When you've acted for too long, you become immersed and can't break free. The words you speak only satisfy your vanity. Do you truly believe I'd want back the scumbag I discarded six years ago? If you're content to have him, hold onto him tightly. If you're incompetent, don't assume everyone else shares your taste for trash."
"You!" Jiang Feifei was so enraged she couldn't speak, only glaring at her resentfully.
Jiang Ziyu found it amusing and continued to taunt her, "Oh, I almost forgot. If you hadn't used your body to tempt him back then, how could he have possibly ended up with you? Instead of wasting time condemning me, why not think about how to make your body attractive to him again."
With that, Jiang Ziyu glanced at her phone and made a smacking sound with her lips, teasing, "Before you use your body to attract men, you might need to deal with that fake video issue first."
She projected the audio from her phone onto the large screen in the conference room.
In this world, the least likely thing to fail is meticulous preparation.
Jiang Feifei listened to the voices emanating from the screen, looking incredulously at the relaxed and carefree Jiang Ziyu.
"No, impossible. You clearly left then, how could you have..." Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Jiang Feifei quickly covered her mouth.
Jiang Feifei paused the recording and addressed her curiosity, "You all thought you could use dirty tactics to record a video slandering me, and you don't allow me to preemptively record your plans to prove myself?"
"You anticipated all of this, you deliberately set a trap for us!"
"You seem to have gotten things mixed up. It was you who called me home and staged a false display of family affection. Wasn't it you who plotted first?"
Her scheme exposed, Jiang Feifei threw caution to the wind, grabbed a cup from the table, and hurled it towards Jiang Ziyu's face.
Amidst gasps of alarm, the cup seemed to be imbued with magic. Before it could reach Jiang Ziyu, it spun sharply and returned the way it came.
*Clang!*
The cup struck Jiang Feifei's forehead before falling to the ground and shattering.
As shards of glass sprang up, they peppered Jiang Feifei's lower legs.
"Shen Lin, escort her out!" Di Mingjue commanded.
Before Jiang Feifei could resist, her arms were seized, and she was dragged out of the conference room.