From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 29: Design Studio Mystery: Conspiracy Revealed

The next day, Wen Nuan came to the company humming a little tune and wearing high heels, feeling happy.

Mo Han's domineering performance yesterday was so stunning!

I must work with full energy today to be worthy of my husband’s love and blessing!

She pushed open the door of the design studio, and the smile on her face froze instantly.

The project materials that should have been neatly arranged on the table were now scattered all over the floor in a mess, as if they had been hit by a tornado.

Designer Zhao was sitting at the table, crying with tears in her eyes, which made me feel sorry for her.

"Wu Nuan, why did you do this? Why did you destroy my hard work?!" Designer Zhao cried even louder when he saw Wen Nuan, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Upon hearing the noise, colleagues around gathered around, pointing at the mess on the floor, and all cast suspicious glances at Wen Nuan.

"what's up?"

"No way, Wen Nuan doesn't look like that kind of person!"

"You can't judge a person by his appearance. Maybe he's just jealous of Designer Zhao's talent!"

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart.

She is not a little white rabbit that can be manipulated by others!

"Designer Zhao, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. You said I destroyed your hard work. Do you have any evidence?" Wen Nuan's tone was calm and her eyes were firm.

"This...what evidence do we need? Everyone has seen it, the information has become like this, who else could it be but you?" Designer Zhao said sobbing, his eyes flickering.

Wen Nuan sneered, "Seeing isn't always believing. Where's the surveillance? Can't we just check it and see?"

When everyone heard this, they all felt that it made sense.

Manager Zhang quickly called up the surveillance video, which clearly showed that last night, Designer Zhao was alone in the design studio, furtively messing up the information and then deliberately creating the illusion of being destroyed.

Seeing this scene, Designer Zhao's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Wen Nuan walked up to Designer Zhao and looked down at her, her eyes filled with pity and a hint of warning: "Designer Zhao, why are you doing this?"

Designer Zhao suddenly raised his head, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, then he quickly lowered his head, bit his lip, and said nothing.

Wen Nuan smiled slightly, turned to Manager Zhang and said, "Manager Zhang, I think there are some things we need to discuss privately."

Manager Zhang's face turned pale, he knew that the matter was exposed.

The surveillance video was irrefutable evidence and he had no way of denying it.

He glared at Designer Zhao fiercely. This idiot was exposed so easily!

Wen Nuan followed Manager Zhang to his office.

"Tell me, why did you frame me?" Wen Nuan went straight to the point with a cold tone.

Designer Zhao tearfully confessed everything: "It was... Manager Zhang who told me to do this. He said... that as long as I followed his instructions, he would... give me a promotion and a raise..."

Wen Nuan sneered, it was just as expected.

Manager Zhang, this old fox, really did everything he could to suppress her!

"Promotion and salary increase? Haha, he's really generous!"

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and Mo Han walked in with a frosty face.

He walked straight to Wen Nuan and hugged her in his arms distressedly: "Wife, are you okay? Are you scared?"

Wen Nuan leaned in Mo Han's warm embrace, feeling the familiar scent on him, and the grievances in her heart instantly surged up.

She shook her head, fighting back tears: "I'm fine, just a little angry."

Mo Han gently stroked her warm hair and soothed her softly, "Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can bully you." He raised his head and glanced sharply at Manager Zhang and Designer Zhao. "I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter!"

Manager Zhang was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He never expected that Mo Han would appear at this time!

Wen Nuan took a deep breath, raised her head from Mo Han's arms, looked at Manager Zhang with firm eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Manager Zhang, don't be anxious, the good show has just begun." She patted Mo Han's hand gently, signaling him to be patient.

Then she turned and left the office, leaving Manager Zhang and Designer Zhao trembling in place.

"Wait..." Mo Han looked at Wen Nuan's back, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

He always felt that Wen Nuan seemed to have other plans...

After Wen Nuan left the office, she did not go directly to Manager Zhang to settle the score.

She knew that Designer Zhao's confession alone was not enough to bring down Manager Zhang, the old fox.

She needed more, more solid evidence.

"You little brat, you're too young to fight with me!" Wen Nuan curled up the corner of her mouth in a sneer, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

She turned and went to the company archives and began looking through previous project materials.

She remembered that similar problems had occurred in several previous projects, which were attributed to accidents or operational errors at the time. Now she thought that Manager Zhang was probably responsible.

Sure enough, after a careful search, Wen Nuan found several key documents, which were enough to prove that Manager Zhang had been secretly doing something wrong before, and this design drawing incident was just part of his plan.

"Great! Old fox, your tail is finally exposed!" Wen Nuan felt secretly happy holding the information.

She sorted out the information and sent it directly to the company's top management.

After seeing these evidences, the faces of the senior executives became very ugly.

They didn't expect that there was such a cancer hidden inside the company!

"Hold an emergency meeting immediately!" The president slammed the table heavily, his tone cold.

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn.

Manager Zhang sat there, his face pale and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He knew that this time he was probably doomed.

Wen Nuan sat aside, watching all this calmly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

She patted Mo Han's hand gently and whispered, "The show is about to begin..." In the conference room, the beam of the projector projected documents clearly onto the white wall, each of which was like a sharp knife, piercing Manager Zhang's heart.

His face was pale and sweat was pouring down, but he was unable to refute.

Those "accidents" and "mistakes" that he had carefully planned had now become irrefutable evidence, exposing his ugly face.

The president's face was terribly gloomy, and the air in the conference room seemed to freeze.

"Manager Zhang, do you have anything else to say?"

Manager Zhang opened his mouth, but only uttered a few dry syllables: "I... I..."

"What else do you have to say? What else can you quibble about?" Wen Nuan's voice was clear and powerful, with a hint of sarcasm. "Do you think those little tricks you've done can be concealed from the world? Do you think you can cover up everything? Brother, times have changed!"

The president slammed the table and said, "Demote me! Deduct three months' bonus! Manager Zhang, you disappoint me so much!"

Manager Zhang was struck by lightning and collapsed in his chair, like a defeated rooster, completely wilted.

Wen Nuan looked at all this, but she didn't feel as happy as she had imagined. Instead, she felt a little tired.

She turned to look at Mo Han, only to find that he was looking at her affectionately, his eyes full of admiration and...

Pamper?

"Wife, you are so great!" Mo Han gently held her warm hand and whispered in her ear.

Wen Nuan felt warm in her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She had won this battle beautifully!

Walking out of the meeting room, Wen Nuan took a deep breath and felt relaxed all over.

The storm has finally passed, but she still feels a little uneasy. Will Manager Zhang really let it go?

In the evening, Mo Han drove Wen Nuan to a mountain in the suburbs.

Wen Nuan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the city below. The neon lights flickered like stars...

"Warmth..." Mo Han's voice came from behind, with a hint of indescribable tenderness, "We..."