Chapter 141: Framing (2)

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Just as Nan Zhi’s lips were about to touch the cup, her gaze swept over the computer mouse on her desk.

She suddenly sensed something wrong.

Whenever she finished using her computer, she habitually straightened the mouse. But now it was askew.

She glanced at the water in the cup again.

There was nothing unusual about it.

Yet an ominous feeling stirred in her heart, especially when she noticed Bai Weiwei standing in the corner, watching her.

Nan Zhi pretended to take a sip. Without betraying the slightest change in expression, she set the cup down.

From Bai Weiwei’s angle, it looked as though Nan Zhi had drunk the water. Just then, Bai Weiwei received a phone call, so she took her phone and walked out of the office.

Nan Zhi narrowed her clear, bright eyes. While Bai Weiwei was away, she carried the cup into Bai Weiwei’s office.

For the most part, Nan Zhi was willing to abide by the principle of kindness—as long as no one crossed her bottom line.

But if someone tried to harm her, she would not show mercy either.

Nan Zhi poured a little of the water from her cup into Bai Weiwei’s thermos.

…

Inside the business van.

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Bai Weiwei secretly eyed Nan Zhi from the corner of her eye, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

It had already been half an hour since Nan Zhi drank the water Bai Weiwei had tampered with. Why had there been no reaction at all?

Perhaps it simply needed more time to take effect.

Bai Weiwei picked up her thermos and took a sip of water.

“Weiwei, Director Tan is still going to be the exclusive sponsor of our program, right?” Zhang Yijun asked.

Bai Weiwei nodded guiltily. She had already prepared a backup plan. This morning, when their department handed Han Mo the flash drive, she had secretly replaced it with another one. If they failed to secure the sponsorship, she would have an excuse to shirk responsibility.

As they neared the investment conference venue, Bai Weiwei saw that Nan Zhi still showed no reaction. She parted her lips, intending to say something, when a sudden burning pain tore through her throat.

“Ah… ah…” The sound that emerged was hoarse and rasping.

“My throat…” Bai Weiwei’s face went deathly pale. Her stomach felt uncomfortable, and she retched several times. Immediately afterward, a cramping pain seized her abdomen.

Zhang Yijun, who was sitting beside her, noticed that something was wrong and asked anxiously, “Bai Weiwei, what’s happening?”

Clutching her throat, Bai Weiwei’s face flushed red as she struggled to breathe. “Director Zhang, I feel terrible. Quickly—quickly take me to the hospital—”

The unbearably hoarse sound of Bai Weiwei’s voice startled everyone else in the van.

Nan Zhi was startled as well.

She had suspected that Bai Weiwei had put some kind of drug in her water, but she had assumed it would be a sedative or a laxative—something intended merely to make her humiliate herself.

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What she had never expected was that it would be something capable of destroying a person’s voice.

She had poured only a little water into Bai Weiwei’s cup. If she had poured in the entire cup, Bai Weiwei would probably have become mute.

Nan Zhi watched as cold sweat streamed down Bai Weiwei’s forehead, her complexion turning pale and livid by turns. She felt no sympathy.

She had brought this upon herself.

Nan Zhi had merely returned the treatment she had received.

Zhang Yijun had never expected something like this to happen so suddenly. As the director, no matter how much he disliked Bai Weiwei, he could not simply stand by and watch her die.

“Nan Zhi, you and Xia Xi take a taxi to the venue first. If I can’t make it in time, you’ll give the speech onstage in my place.”

Nan Zhi and Xia Xi got out of the van. The business vehicle turned around and headed toward the hospital.

Still shaken, Xia Xi patted her chest. “How did Bai Weiwei suddenly end up losing her voice?”

Nan Zhi had no intention of keeping it from Xia Xi. The girl was simple-hearted and had helped her time and again. Nan Zhi did not want to conceal the fact that Bai Weiwei had brought this upon herself.

After hearing Nan Zhi’s account, Xia Xi swung her fist indignantly. “How vicious! Damn it, a woman that vicious deserves to destroy herself!”

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