He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

The next day, Song Zhi arrived at the company and had just sat down at her workstation and turned on her computer when Chen Lan came over and asked, "Song Zhi, are you married?"

Song Zhi looked at the person in front of her; she had been making sarcastic remarks about her in the group chat all night.

She felt indifferent towards this person and didn't want to get to know him better, so she casually replied, "Mm."

"What does your husband look like? I've never seen you post a picture of him. Is he ugly and you're too embarrassed to show him to everyone?"

Song Zhi sensed her sarcasm and frowned: "What does it matter to you what my husband looks like?"

Chen Lan gave her a knowing look: "Sure enough, he must be old and ugly to not post. But people like that are usually quite rich. I saw you getting out of your luxury car this morning."

Song Zhi ignored her.

Chen Lan persisted, saying, "Let everyone see, don't hide it. Don't worry, we're not interested in old and ugly men, after all, we're picky eaters."

As Chen Lan spoke, the other colleagues around her also gathered around to look at Song Zhi.

Song Zhi took out her phone, opened the photo album, selected the couple's wedding photo, and shoved it in front of Chen Lan: "See this? Is this the old and ugly man you were talking about?"

Chen Lan stared at Fu Lu in the photo, momentarily lost in thought.

When her female colleagues saw this, they all exclaimed, "Song Zhi, your husband is so handsome!"

Song Zhi said thank you and didn't say anything more.

Other colleagues started discussing: "That supervisor's wife even said you seduced the supervisor. With such a handsome husband, why would I cheat on him?"

"Yeah, and the supervisor's appearance... well, let's just say it's hard to describe."

"However, the supervisor's wife said she has evidence, so if it's not Song Zhi, then it must be someone else."

"Who could it be? Who in our department?"

"I don't know. I also admire this mistress. The supervisor's face was full of pustules and pimples, and she still dared to kiss him. How disgusting!"

"I'm the one who's disgusted to death."

"The supervisor didn't come to the office today. Could it be that he had a fight with his wife and is feeling guilty?"

"To disappear perfectly as soon as something goes wrong, that's pretty tasteless."

The group discussed the matter, each offering their own opinion.

Zhang Ying, who remained silent, did not see the photos on Song Zhi's phone. However, after hearing these people discussing Li Ming's appearance, she was so angry that she couldn't believe it.

She couldn't help but ask, "Who knows if they're just using this as a shield?"

Chen Lan chimed in, "Exactly, I bet they hired someone from somewhere to take the fall."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi remained silent and continued scrolling through photos on her phone.

After flipping to a photo of the two of them from high school, he handed it to Chen Lan: "See this? It's a photo from high school. We were childhood sweethearts. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

Chen Lan hadn't expected it to be a misunderstanding about Song Zhi, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it, so she snorted coldly, "What's so great about her?"

"Of course it's amazing. If you had such a handsome and successful husband, you would also think it's amazing."

"What are you proud of?"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his workstation.

Song Zhi looked up and met Zhang Ying's vicious gaze, then grinned at her.

He then turned his attention to his work.

At noon, several female colleagues invited Song Zhi to go downstairs for lunch.

Song Zhi thought about it and agreed.

While ordering food at the restaurant, Song Zhi suddenly noticed that many people were secretly staring at her.

She felt something was off and looked down at her clothes. The clothes were prepared by Fu Lu, so there was nothing wrong with them.

Her colleague sitting next to her also noticed and leaned over to ask in a low voice, "Song Zhi, I've noticed a lot of people looking at you."

Song Zhi was a little confused: "There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing today, and I'm not wearing any makeup."

"No problem. That's strange. You're not some kind of internet celebrity, are you?"

"How can it be."

"That would be strange."

A colleague muttered under his breath.

Song Zhi also found it strange.

Song Zhi had a very unpleasant meal, as people kept peeking at her and even taking pictures of her without her consent. She felt speechless and left without finishing her meal.

When Song Zhi returned to her workstation, she still felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

"Song Zhi, did you know you're trending on social media?"

A female colleague saw Song Zhi and spoke up somewhat anxiously.

Song Zhi looked completely bewildered: "What trending topic?"

A colleague handed his phone directly to Song Zhi.

It was a short video in which Mei Ting sat in front of the camera, looking haggard, recounting how Song Zhi had interfered in her marriage. A photo of Song Zhi was also attached to the video.

Now Song Zhi finally understood why so many people were spying on her during meals.

Song Zhi clicked on Mei Ting's homepage, which showed her to be a minor internet celebrity with hundreds of thousands of followers.

She returned to the video and opened the comment section, which was filled with insults and vile language, making Song Zhi furious.

Song Zhi picked up her phone, opened the comments section, paused for a moment on the screen, and finally typed a line.

"I want to clarify that I did not interfere in anyone's marriage."

The phone started vibrating incessantly as soon as the message was sent.

Comments, private messages, and reposts flooded in instantly.

Before she could even read the message, a call from an unknown number came in.

"Hello, who is this?" She answered the call with a frown.

"Song Zhi, right?"

A rough male voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone flippant, "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? You're a mistress and you still dare to jump up and down..."

Song Zhi's fingers trembled, and she hung up immediately, quickly blocking the number.

But the next second, the phone rang again, from another unknown number.

She gritted her teeth and answered the call, but before she could even speak, the other person started cursing: "You bitch! Didn't your mother teach you how to be a human being?"

She abruptly pressed the hang-up button, but the phone kept ringing incessantly, as if it were crazy.

She was doxxed, and her phone number was exposed online.

Song Zhi took a deep breath, her fingertips grew cold, and pressed and held the power button to shut down the device.

The moment the screen went dark, she realized her hands were trembling slightly.

This was the first time Song Zhi had encountered something like this, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Seeing this, a colleague asked with some concern, "Song Zhi, are you alright?"

Song Zhi shook her head: "It's nothing."

"The things online are probably false. You should explain it to Manager Li."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi suddenly had an idea.

She went directly to Li Ming's office, but he wasn't there at all.

Song Zhi was furious and wanted to call Li Ming, but she didn't dare to turn on her phone.

She knew she couldn't stay at the company any longer, so she grabbed her bag and went home to figure out what to do next.

On her way home, she wore a mask and pulled her hat brim down low, afraid of being recognized.

When she opened the door, the old lady was watching TV in the living room. Seeing her return, she exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Zhi? Didn't you go to the old house with Fu Lu? Why didn't you stay a few more days?"

"I was at work, so I came back soon."

"What did Fu Lu's parents say about your marriage?"

"Grandma, I'm a little tired, I want to go to sleep first."

She was no longer in the mood to answer the old lady's questions.

Seeing that she looked exhausted, the old lady didn't ask any more questions and quickly told her to go back to her room to rest.

Song Zhi entered the room, closed the door, and finally dropped her pretense, curling up in the blankets and burying her face deep in the pillow.