Mrs Fox Heinous Revenge: Can You Love A Villainess like Me?
Chapter 274: What Was Witnessed

Chapter 274: What Was Witnessed

The two had gotten back to sitting down on the roof. The cold air greeted them, and Li ZiChen studied how Ailin seemed light all over, her feet was kicking and swaying, her lips humming a melody that seemed bright and cherry. Nothing about her was off, and he was glad to see that though the episode had been traumatic, she had stepped out from the darkness of her life and was moving on to a better future.

"I thought about what happened," she said to Li ZiChen, "Was it FangMin? She seemed sure that she should pin me down even though the script said that the two men were supposed to hold me down instead."

Li ZiChen quietly looked at her again and finally responded, "She claimed that she’s innocent and that she didn’t know. The script given to her was written differently, written by a staff."

"And she believes the staff’s words?"

"It was a miniscule change for her, she didn’t think of asking or doubting it," Li ZiChen said, but then his eyes looked at the sky, "Though she is still under investigation right now and all her scenes would be deleted all at once and reshoot if she was found to be behind the entire incident."

AiLin hummed. She recalled how FangMin was indeed emotional, perhaps mad and ashamed as Li ZiChen had shooed her off so coldly. It was why her scene that day was even more energetic in ruining her life, something she had noted. But she didn’t seem to be aware that she was doing something bad, or possibly will cause her traumatic incident to be triggered. In the first place, FangMin wouldn’t know, if she knew, she would have shown it by her attitude.

"Was there the script that she said written different by the staff?" AiLin continued her question. She didn’t think FangMin was anywhere innocent because of her repeated offense but she didn’t want to pinpoint the wrong person either.

"Well," answered Li ZiChen with a frown, "She had it and it was really written by a staff. The said staff was also caught by the camera giving that said script to her hands."

"So she didn’t lie," AiLin considered, "Then it must be those staffs. Xiao MuChen told me that there was particularly too many staffs that were eyeing for me, looking forward for my downfall. We can easily suspect that it’s them."

"Mhm, I have told YanLan to bring all those staffs, the part times, and those who works full hours. Three of them were found out to use a wrong identity, someone else’s identity," he explained, "Their face have been caught in the camera though, so it shouldn’t be too difficult for me to find them."

AiLin’s smile spread out, "You really work so fast, Zi Chen. I can tell that you have talent in these sort of things! But how was the media handling all of this? I can tell that their plan wasn’t to frighten me but to ruin my image before my career could sail off."

Li ZiChen let out a short breath, his gaze darkening slightly. "The media?" He repeated with an exhale. It took him an entire day, less than that as he counted on a dot of ten hours until everything he planned was set in motion. Now her name wasn’t dragged by the mud again, though he was still unhappy regardless.

He replied, trying to soften the blow, "They’re already circling like vultures. Some are trying to spin this as an unfortunate accident on set, while others are taking a more creative angle, saying that you were extremely intoxicated and drunk, or worse high on drugs."

AiLin tilted her head, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Drugs? That’s a deadly statement."

Li ZiChen’s jaw tightened. "They’re grasping at anything, twisting facts, making it seem like you were difficult to work with even before this. There were many instances but all of them were fake narratives." His fingers tapped against the rooftop absentmindedly. "It’s the usual game. Smear your name just enough so that even if the truth comes out later, some of the damage sticks."

AiLin hummed. She wasn’t surprised. This was how the industry worked. "So, what’s the plan?"

His lips curled slightly, a dangerous smile. "Control the narrative."

Her brows raised. "Oh?"

"Those who accused you and dirtied your name have been sued for defamation. The rest, well, you can look at it once you get better," he pulled up his hands and gently rub her head, caressing her gently down to her chin, "What’s better is for you not to think about what’s happening outside the hospital. Did you see your mother?"

AiLin nodded, "I have been thinking as well. I have always wanted to do my revenge alone but considering your words, you’re right. I might have been too absorbed with revenge and doing it by myself, but in the long run it could bring harm to me." She looked at him, holding his hand, "I want to lean on you, to learn how to lean on. When it gets too difficult for you, I can lift the burden again. If you like that better that is- but if it’s too diffic-"

"I will," Li ZiChen reached out his hand tugging her fingers tighter, "Will you allow me to do it with you?"

AiLin found it surprising that Li ZiChen was looking forward to help her- something she thought would have been a burden to him instead. Yet he was eager, wanting to do it so much that he had smiled.

But what she didn’t know was that Li ZiChen wasn’t happy he could avenge her. He was happy about that too, of course, but not only that. To hear that AiLin wants to lean on him,

it meant that she was choosing to trust him, to let him be a part of her battles, her pain, and her journey. It was something deeper than revenge, it was the bond forming between them, unshakable, undeniable.

AiLin exhaled softly, watching him as if memorizing his face. "Then, we’ll do it together," she said, squeezing his hand back.

Li ZiChen chuckled, his grip firm, steady. "Together," he echoed, sealing the promise between them before pulling her deep into his embrace. Finally. Finally he could destroy all those filthy vultures under his feet, to make them struggle and live life like it is Hell, make sure they suffer, make sure they couldn’t remain in earth anymore and that there would be no single place that would ever accept them.

He was looking forward to it as the warm from his body warmed up AiLin’s cold one but his heart was colder than ice.

One afternoon, Jiang MengYao in his office had crumpled another news and threw it across the floor. He ruffled his hair roughly, pushing it to the back of his head as his eyes glared at the headline. Then it shot back to the chief of the project with an annoyed sigh, "The company’s image isn’t at its best right now. Our stocks are plummeting faster than waterfall and what is this- why couldn’t you simply stop this nonsensical rumors from being put to the newspaper?"

The chief carefully eyed the newspaper which headline yelled aloud of "UNFAIR TREATMENT OF JIANG COMPANY. WORK HERE FOR TEN YEARS, THE WORDS OF THE DIRECTOR WHO HAD BEEN PUSHED FROM HIS POSITION TO A NEPO BABY."

This wasn’t the only headline that had made it to the newspaper. In fact there was numerous others. So, so, SO damn many that it was driving Jiang MengYao to insanity. There was some others that said about the possibility of his father accepting bribery and cutting costs when it comes to the construction of many of their buildings.

There wasn’t only about the Jiang Company, however, even more about how Jiang NianNian was heard bullying a fellow designer in her previous company which had caused the designer to choose fleeing away from China. The said bullied designer had came with an anonymous post, also stating that they understood why the Jiang Family would so easily lie about so much money considering that Jiang NianNian was also good at weaving lies.

Jiang MengYao’s hands curled into fists on his desk. His jaw tightened so hard that a sharp ache crawled up his temples, but he barely noticed. The newspaper—crumpled, discarded—mocked him from the floor. Another hit to his company. Another stain on his name. Another sign that everything was slipping through his fingers.

This wasn’t just a coincidence.

He shot a sharp look at the chief of the project. "Who the hell is leaking this? The media doesn’t just pull this out of thin air!" His voice was edged with barely restrained rage.

The chief hesitated, his lips parting slightly before he pressed them shut. "Sir, we’re still investigating. There have been multiple anonymous sources feeding the media, but we haven’t been able to trace them yet."

"Anonymous sources?" Jiang MengYao let out a humorless chuckle, leaning back in his chair. "What a convenient way of saying you have no damn clue." His fingers tapped against the polished wood of his desk, his mind whirling.

This wasn’t just the media stirring up gossip. Someone was feeding them information. Someone knew exactly where to hit.

His father’s alleged bribery. The accusations of cutting costs in construction. The former director’s demotion. His own reputation as a "nepo baby."

Too precise. Too methodical. Too damn personal.

Jiang MengYao’s pulse throbbed against his throat. His company had faced bad press before, but this? This was something different. It felt like an attack—like someone had carefully stacked the dominoes and was now knocking them down one by one.

But who? Who-

Then a call suddenly rang, a new number but a number that so many businessmen would kill so they could have it.