Sitting on the cross-border trading group, the country is chasing after it

Xiaoxiang's lips trembled, and her hands, which were holding the phone to look at the photos, were shaking. She kept repeating, "Impossible, this is impossible."

"Teacher Ying is a good person. He won't lie to me. No... He has helped me so much..."

"How could he lie to me?" Xiaoxiang hypnotized herself, but when she recalled the various rumors on the Internet, she became a little uncertain again.

Jiang Ruochu gently pressed Xiaoxiang's shoulders: "Do you really want to deceive yourself?"

Xiaoxiang was completely frozen. She was in a state of confusion and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Jiang Ruochu actually had other ways to prove that Ying Wenhai hired a ghostwriter. The reason why she asked Xiaoxiang to come forward was to give her a chance, which was also what Shen Xiaoxuan meant.

Shen Xiaoxuan did not blame Xiaoxiang for doing ghostwriting, she only regretted that this girl's talent was buried.

If Xiaoxiang doesn't take the initiative to stand up this time, she will always bear the stigma of being a ghostwriter and will be scolded by the public together with Ying Wenhai.

Xiaoxiang asked hesitantly, "Is it really... is it really him who drove Sister Shenghua crazy?"

Jiang Ruochu calmly tells the most terrifying story in the world.

"Being deceived by the person you trust and love the most, and even the tenderness from the beginning was a lie, who wouldn't go crazy?"

Xiaoxiang stepped back, leaning weakly against the door. She was also the one who was deceived.

After a few seconds, Xiaoxiang finally made a decision. She rubbed her sore eyes and said awkwardly, "I am willing to testify against Ying Wenhai, but I have no evidence. I don't have any archived documents on my computer. Every time I hand in a manuscript, it's handed over. I don't have any drafts saved."

Jiang Ruochu had expected this: "Can you let me in to see where you write your manuscript?"

"Of course." Xiaoxiang moved aside and invited Jiang Ruochu in.

Xiaoxiang writes in the living room. There is a table by the window, on which are neatly piled many books and newspapers.

Jiang Ruochu's eyes fell on the newspaper. Not many people read newspapers and magazines now.

Seeing this, Xiaoxiang said, "My mother likes to read newspapers, so I buy one every day."

Jiang Ruochu picked up the newspaper and held it in the sunlight to take a look. Sure enough, she saw the marks of words left by Xiaoxiang when she wrote the manuscript. She took a pencil from the pen holder and scribbled on the newspaper.

The traces left by Xiaoxiang's writing were clearly visible.

Jiang Ruochu handed the newspaper to Xiaoxiang: "As long as you do it, it will leave traces."

"Your manuscripts are all with Ying Wenhai. Just take out this chapter to compare, and you can be sure that it was written by you at the time. You don't have to worry about him turning against you and saying that you copied it later."

"Because even if the words are written by the same person, it is impossible to make the spacing between words and lines exactly the same."

Xiaoxiang held the newspaper in a daze. The bright light from the window shone on the beautiful handwriting and the date on the newspaper, which became the most powerful evidence.

"Of course, these alone are not enough. With the remittance records and your testimony, it will be enough."

Jiang Ruochu said firmly: "What is false can never become true."

Xiaoxiang lowered her head in regret after hearing this. Although she did it unintentionally, to some extent, she was also one of the sinners.

On the other hand, Ying Wenhai was still struggling, but the increasing number of analytical blogs and insults made him a little overwhelmed.

Just at this moment, Xiaoxiang stood up and accused Ying Wenhai of asking her to do ghostwriting, which dealt a fatal blow to Ying Wenhai.

Netizens were immediately shocked.

[What the hell? ! ! It was actually ghostwritten? ? ! ! How shady! ]

[I trusted him so sincerely before! Men are really not trustworthy! ]

[Deceiving a little girl's feelings and driving her crazy, Shenghua is so pitiful. 】

[Women should really keep their eyes open when looking for a husband. ]

[Such scumbags should be banned from the industry! ! ]

Ghostwriting is a complete industry scandal. Mengxiang Publishing House quickly and publicly stated that they were completely unaware of Ying Wenhai's actions. The publishing house is also a victim. They have already fired Ying Wenhai and will pursue Ying Wenhai's legal responsibility.

All the authors who had previously spoken for Ying Wenhai deleted their blog posts, and even deleted past photos taken with them.

Ying Wenhai looked at his phone weakly, his face as pale as the wreaths in the funeral home. He sat on the sofa like a wooden chicken. No matter how many times the phone rang, he didn't answer it. Finally, he simply turned it off.

At this point, he could only take the money and run away.

Yes, with money.

Anyway, he has plenty of money!! Even if he doesn’t work in the future, he won’t have to worry about not being able to make a living, and he can even live a more comfortable life than most people.

Ying Wenhai rummaged through boxes and drawers looking for his bank card, ID card and property certificate.

"Where do you want to go?"

The sudden voice behind him startled Ying Wenhai. He turned around hurriedly and looked at Ye Sha in horror.

This man was so weird. Not only did he appear out of nowhere in his house, he was also holding a wreath for the dead in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house? How did you get in?!"

Ye Sha shrugged nonchalantly, obviously not wanting to answer Ying Wenhai's question.

"Oh, yes, this." Ye Sha threw the wreath to Ying Wenhai, "Shen Xiaoxuan asked me to bring it to you. She said she still remembers that the first bouquet of roses you gave her was white roses, and you praised her for being as pure and flawless as white roses."

"She thought it was appropriate to return the favor and give you some flowers, too."

"This is the first time I give you flowers, and it will probably be the last time."

Ying Wenhai stared blankly at the wreath in his hand. Only he and Shen Xiaoxuan knew about the white roses...

"Ah!" Ying Wenhai screamed in fear and threw the wreath away.

"Hmm? Didn't you say you weren't afraid that she would come looking for you?" Ye Sha moved his fingers, and the wreath flew into Ying Wenhai's arms again.

Ying Wenhai looked at Ye Sha in horror.

Yesha said slowly: "Take it, this is what you deserve."

When the media arrived at Ying Wenhai's home, they saw him running out of the house in a panic.

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost!!!"

The media's eyes lit up and they swarmed over like flies smelling something.

"Mr. Ying, what did you see?"

Ying Wenhai huddled up in a ball, pointing in the direction of the door in panic: "It's her! It's her! Shen Xiaoxuan is here to see me!"

The media looked in the direction he pointed and saw only an empty door.

"There's nothing over there."

Ying Wenhai said fearfully: "Can't you see? There's a person standing there!"

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that Ying Wenhai had done too many bad things and was scared crazy.

At this time, Jiang Ruochu was also standing not far away, watching all this quietly.

After a while, Ye Sha came to her side and said expressionlessly: "I am really scared."

Jiang Ruochu said sarcastically: "He has no ability, so he can only bully honest people."

"What are we going to do next?"

"The rest will be handled by the lawyer. First, he will have to pay back all the money he spent. Then, he will be held responsible by his partners and will probably have to pay a large sum of money. If he can't pay, he will have to go to jail. Even if he is released from prison, he will not be able to be an editor."

Jiang Ruochu meant that Ying Wenhai already had a professional stain, and no publishing house would accept him again. However, it was obvious that Ye Sha was not so kind. He said calmly: "Well, of course a madman can't be an editor."

The meaning of this statement was very clear, but Jiang Ruochu had no intention of interfering with Ye Sha's behavior.

Letting Ying Wenhai act like a madman would only return to him what Shen Xiaoxuan had experienced.