Chapter 62: Waiting to See

The leading police officer took out a pair of handcuffs and quickly restrained Fu Sijing. Seeing this, Fu Sijing was so frightened that her mind went blank; her lips trembled incessantly. "No, I didn’t steal the ring, it was Xiaoting!"

Xiaoting’s legs gave way, her eyes red as she glared at Fu Sijing. "If you hadn’t ordered me, would I have done such a thing? You see Nanzhi as a thorn in your side—destroying her is all you ever wanted!"

"Yes, yes, it was Nanzhi! She was in my group during the second round. She must have put Lin Wanyue’s ring in my bag when I wasn’t looking!"

But nobody believed Fu Sijing anymore. She’d completely lost her senses, screaming like a madwoman. "Nanzhi, you’ll regret crossing me! Even if I’m taken to the station, my brother will get me out soon enough—just you wait!"

Nanzhi narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold smile flickering at her lips. "Very well. I’ll be waiting to see it."

Today’s events marked her open war against all those who had once hurt her. Though she was isolated and at a disadvantage, she felt no fear at all.

"Nanzhi, you wretch! If you can't have my brother, you try to ruin me instead..." As Fu Sijing was led away by the police, her shrieks faded into the distance.

The crowd soon dispersed. Xiaoting was also escorted away by the officers. Lin Wanyue hesitated, then walked over to Nanzhi, her expression deeply troubled. "I’m sorry. I misjudged you."

Lin Wanyue had just begun to bow deeply in apology when Nanzhi’s slender hand pressed gently on her shoulder.

Lin Wanyue, after all, was the television station’s star anchor—Nanzhi didn’t want to offend her completely. If she truly accepted such a bow, who knew what petty retribution Lin Wanyue might plan for her in the future.

"Senior Lin, I understand you trusted Xiaoting too much. Your apology is more than enough. There’s no need to bow."

Lin Wanyue’s expression softened a little. She muttered a few curses at Xiaoting in her heart, then eyed Nanzhi with suspicion. "How did you know Fu Sijing and Xiaoting had conspired to frame you?"

Now that her reason had returned, Lin Wanyue had pieced together the whole affair.

"The moment you kicked Xiaoting, I grew suspicious. Your assistant fears you so much—why would she risk your anger by bringing a stranger into your dressing room? As your assistant, she should know you hate having strangers in your room."

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the young woman in golden light. Her long, fan-like lashes cast faint shadows on her delicate, fair face—so beautiful it took one’s breath away.

Lin Wanyue felt a chill. She hadn’t expected Nanzhi, despite her youth, to be so astute.

One day, perhaps, this girl would become the brightest star at the station.

...

Nanyao chased after the police downstairs, arriving just as Fu Shaoxiu pulled up. He saw Fu Sijing being placed in the squad car and grabbed Nanyao, frowning. "What’s going on?"

Fu Sijing spotted her brother and burst into tears, shouting, "Brother, it’s Nanzhi—she set me up! You have to get me out of here!"

Not far away, in the luxurious and flashy Lykan Hypersport, the driver’s seat was reclined, and a handsome man in sunglasses lay back, a cigar between his lips. Exhaling a plume of smoke, his sharp brows lifted slightly as he addressed his assistant, Wei Lin, who was reporting to him. "Go see what’s happening upstairs this time."

Women are nothing but trouble, he thought. Just a simple audition—look how long it’s taken.

"Young Master Mu, you still have an international meeting this afternoon..."

Mu Sihan blew out another stream of smoke, his expression icy as he glanced at Wei Lin. His lips parted, his voice cold and cutting: "Can’t you see I’m handling important business?"

Important business—chasing women?

Wei Lin’s mouth twitched. "But this international meeting is really important..."

"Get lost!"

Wei Lin replied, "I’ll go to the station right away and find out what happened."

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