Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

Driven by hatred, Gu Qingyue was like a behind-the-scenes military strategist who carefully planned a bloody battle, and carefully planned a conspiracy that would send Fang Wenwen's reputation to the eighteenth level of hell.

Each step is like a poisonous blade carefully sharpened in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow.

After several days of painstaking preparation, she used all kinds of shady means to collect, edit and process photos of Fang Wenwen and the young designer, cleverly concocting a scandal farce that seemed to be well-documented.

Finally, she acted like a ghost at the most active moment of the company's work group.

Once those photos and suggestive, poisonous texts were released, they were like a nuclear bomb detonating on a calm lake, instantly creating huge waves.

The news spread wildly in the group at an astonishing speed, like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, unstoppable.

The reaction of my colleagues was like an explosion.

In the originally quiet office, various exclamations and discussions were heard one after another.

Someone was holding a cell phone, his eyes as big as bells: "Oh my God, is this Fang Wenwen? No way!" A group of people immediately gathered around, their faces full of shock and curiosity.

"I really didn't expect that she, who usually looks so serious, would actually do such a thing." A female colleague covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes flashing with excitement, as if she had discovered a new world.

"This is really big news. It seems that things are not peaceful in the company." A male colleague shook his head with a gloating smile on his face.

Others looked suspicious and whispered, "This is a bit strange. Could someone have deliberately framed us?" But these voices were quickly drowned out by the noisy discussions around them.

The entire company seemed to be caught in a huge storm, and everyone lost their direction in this vortex of false public opinion.

Gu Qingyue was like a spider hiding in the dark, watching the web she had woven take effect, with a smug and sinister sneer on her lips. She seemed to have seen Fang Wenwen being completely torn into pieces and infamous in this storm.

This storm was like a surging tide, spreading rapidly to every corner and soon reached Jiang Chengjun's ears.

When Gu Qingyue heard the news, a complex and strong emotion surged in her heart.

On the one hand, she was excited that her plan could cause such a big response, and the sense of accomplishment made her intoxicated like a drug; on the other hand, she was so nervous that her heart was beating like a drum, like a prisoner awaiting trial, nervously awaiting Jiang Chengjun's reaction. She was convinced that this would be the final blow to Fang Wenwen's reputation and the most critical link in her revenge plan.

Jiang Chengjun frowned, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and began to investigate the matter.

When he found Fang Wenwen to ask about the situation, Gu Qingyue's heart instantly rose to his throat, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.

She hid quietly aside like a ghost, staring at them intently, her eyes revealing tension, expectation and a hint of imperceptible madness.

Facing Jiang Chengjun's question, Fang Wenwen just smiled and said calmly: "Chengjun, it's obvious that someone is deliberately framing me.

If you look at these photos, although it seems that he and I have a special relationship, you can find many unreasonable things if you look closely.

For example, in this photo taken in a coffee shop, we were just discussing the design concept of a project. There were other colleagues next to us, but the photo was deliberately cropped.

Moreover, our usual communication is centered around work. Don’t you know how I treat you? How could I possibly do something that would damage my reputation?”

Jiang Chengjun listened to Fang Wenwen's explanation and looked at the photos carefully.

As his eyes moved across the photo, Gu Qingyue's heart tightened more and more. She felt like she was walking on a tightrope and could fall into the abyss at any time.

She prayed frantically in her heart that Jiang Chengjun would not believe Fang Wenwen. Every thought sounded like a cry of struggle in despair.

However, things went against his wishes. Jiang Chengjun gradually discovered the flaws in the photo. His expression changed from confusion to relief, and his brows gradually relaxed.

Seeing this scene, Gu Qingyue felt as if a basin of ice-cold water was poured down from the top of her head. Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails dug deeply into her palms. However, the piercing pain was nothing compared to the pain in her heart, and she was no longer aware of it.

When Jiang Chengjun felt relieved and looked at Fang Wenwen affectionately, Gu Qingyue's world seemed to collapse in an instant, as if it had been razed to the ground by an earthquake.

Anger, resentment, and jealousy intertwined in her heart like a volcanic eruption, forming a black torrent powerful enough to destroy everything. The surging momentum almost completely swallowed up her fragile sanity.

She stared at Fang Wenwen intently, her eyes burning with rage. Her gaze seemed like the flames from hell, as if it would turn Fang Wenwen into ashes in an instant.

She gnashed her teeth and roared in her heart: "Fang Wenwen, you bitch, how did you escape again? Why are you always so lucky? Why does fate always favor you?"

As for Jiang Chengjun, the emotions in Gu Qingyue's heart were surging like raging waves.

Once upon a time, he was the bright moon in her heart, out of reach but driving her crazy.

Every time she saw him, her heart beat faster involuntarily, and the love she felt for him was like the flowers blooming all over the mountains in spring, gorgeous and warm.

For him, she worked hard, never missing any opportunity to show herself in front of him, trying to attract his attention with her charm, even if it was just a glance.

However, at this moment, all these beautiful emotions are rapidly distorting and collapsing, like beautiful bubbles shattering in an instant under the sun.

She felt that Jiang Chengjun was like a foolish man who was blinded and easily deceived by Fang Wenwen's seemingly sincere words, but turned a blind eye to her "good intentions".

In her opinion, his trust in Fang Wenwen was a deep and unforgivable betrayal of her. All those aspirations she had once had now become extremely ironic, like sharp blades stabbing into her heart.

“Jiang Chengjun, how can you be so stupid? Why don’t you believe me? Why!”

Gu Qingyue screamed wildly in her heart, tears flashing in her eyes, a bitter mixture of anger and sadness.

Every tear was like blood dripping from her broken heart. Her thoughts were in chaos, as if she was caught in a dark vortex.

The scene of Jiang Chengjun trusting Fang Wenwen kept appearing in her mind. Every time she recalled it, it was like pouring salt on her bloody wound, and the stinging pain almost made her collapse.

The love that was once as pure and fragile as glass was ruthlessly shattered at this moment. The fragments were like sharp hidden weapons, piercing deeply into her soul, cutting her feelings for Jiang Chengjun into pieces, and turning them into a resentment that penetrated deep into her bones and grew like a cancer.

This resentment was like a demon, taking root in her heart and spreading rapidly.

It was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, tightly wrapping around every nerve in her body, making it impossible for her to breathe.

She began to curse Jiang Chengjun, cursing him for being deceived by Fang Wenwen, and cursing that one day he would pay a heavy price for his blindness.

At this moment, Gu Qingyue felt that she was abandoned by the whole world. She fell into a dark and endless vortex, unable to extricate herself.

The center of this vortex was her twisted and crazy hatred for Jiang Chengjun and Fang Wenwen. This hatred was like a raging fire, burning away the last bit of rationality in her heart, leaving only desolation and destruction.