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

Pei Jinnian walked over, his sharp suit casting a long shadow under the corridor lights.

His sharp gaze swept across the chaotic scene, finally landing on Song Zhi: "What happened?"

Before Song Zhi could speak, Mei Ting had already rushed to Pei Jinnian's side.

"President Pei, your company's employees are truly 'outstanding' in character!"

She pointed at Zhang Ying, who was cowering in the corner, through gritted teeth, "She's the one who seduced my husband, Li Ming, and destroyed my family, but then framed Miss Song!"

The hatred in Mei Ting's eyes was almost tangible, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Zhang Ying trembled under her gaze, shrinking back like a frightened rabbit, her face as pale as paper.

"I...I don't know you at all..."

Zhang Ying spoke, her voice barely audible, trembling with tears, "You suddenly came to the company and caused trouble..."

"Don't you recognize me? Who sent me Miss Song's photo back then? Are you pretending to have amnesia now?"

Zhang Ying's pupils contracted sharply, but she still shook her head forcefully: "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Still pretending."

Mei Ting laughed angrily. She glanced around and, seeing Chen Lan, grabbed her as she tried to dodge. "It's Chen Lan. She says she didn't send me any of this. Well then, you tell me..."

Zhang Ying looked at Chen Lan with tears welling up in her eyes: "Lanlan, is there some misunderstanding between you and her? Why are you dragging me into this...?"

"Zhang Ying!"

Chen Lan abruptly shook off Mei Ting's hand, trembling with anger. "I treated you like a friend, and you used me as a shield? I was so foolish to stand up for you before, saying that Sister Song was bullying the newcomers, but it turns out it was all an act."

Zhang Ying tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with innocence: "Why would I pretend? I have no idea what you're talking about!"

As she spoke, her fingers gently twisted the hem of her clothes, and her voice was so soft it could melt water.

Mei Ting's temples throbbed, and looking at Zhang Ying's pitiful appearance, a surge of anger rushed to her head.

Her clenched fists turned white at the knuckles, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.

"You definitely sent me a message before..."

Mei Ting suddenly stopped, a thought flashing through her mind.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Ying's handbag.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

Zhang Ying exclaimed in surprise and instinctively reached out to grab it, but when she saw the probing looks from her colleagues, she abruptly withdrew her hand.

Mei Ting sneered and pulled her phone out of her bag: "Didn't you say you didn't recognize me? Then let everyone see the truth."

She held the phone up to Zhang Ying's face and unlocked it.

Mei Ting clicked on WeChat directly, but the WeChat chat interface was very clean.

She scrolled through her contact list again.

No, how could there not be?

Did this bitch delete me?

Thinking of this, Mei Ting took out her phone, opened Zhang Ying's WeChat, and sent her a message.

However, Zhang Ying's phone did not receive any messages at all.

"How could this be...?"

Mei Ting's voice choked in her throat.

At that moment, she realized that from the very beginning, the WeChat account that added her was a carefully designed trap.

Zhang Ying approached timidly, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

"What...what are you doing with my phone?"

She reached out to take her phone back, but Mei Ting pushed her away.

"You have other WeChat accounts, right?"

Mei Ting's voice was terribly hoarse.

"I only have one WeChat account."

Zhang Ying bit her lower lip, looking aggrieved. "What are you talking about?"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Mei Ting thought about what had happened during this period: being jilted and almost facing imprisonment.

It's all because of this despicable woman in front of me that I've been ruined.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand and slapped Zhang Ying across the face.

Snapped……

A resounding slap echoed down the corridor.

Caught off guard, Zhang Ying stumbled and crashed into a nearby trash can. The metal can made a loud clanging sound.

Zhang Ying's left cheek swelled up at a visible speed.

She covered her face, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes peeking out from between her fingers, but it vanished in an instant.

When she looked up again, she had a tearful expression on her face.

"How could you hit me? I really don't know you..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap, even harder than the last.

Mei Ting completely lost her temper and grabbed Zhang Ying by the collar.

"You bitch, you've been scheming against me for so long, and you still dare to pretend?"

Her voice trembled with tears, "You were the one who seduced Li Ming and ruined our relationship, yet you framed me and almost put me in jail!"

Zhang Ying was pulled so hard she was knocked off balance, her carefully styled hair falling into disarray.

Zhang Ying looked at Mei Ting timidly: "Let me go."

Song Zhi, who was standing to the side, watched the farce with a cold eye, already knowing what was going on.

With a personality like Mei Ting's, how could she possibly be a match for Zhang Ying?

From the very beginning, Zhang Ying had meticulously planned her escape route.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi slowly stepped forward and took Zhang Ying's phone from Mei Ting's hand.

She lightly tapped the screen with her fingertips, quickly browsing the seemingly clean interface, and a knowing smile suddenly appeared on her lips.

"Your phone has a dual-system setup, right?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ying's expression changed drastically, and her feigned composure crumbled instantly.

She suddenly broke free from Mei Ting's grasp and pounced on Song Zhi like a madwoman.

"Give me back my phone!"

Song Zhi nimbly dodged to the side, her slender fingers lightly tapping the settings interface a few times, and the screen immediately jumped to another hidden system.

As expected.

The WeChat icon showed a red dot indicating unread messages. Song Zhi didn't tap to open the details, but simply handed the phone to Mei Ting: "Take a look for yourself."

Mei Ting took the phone with trembling hands, and when she saw the chat history between Zhang Ying and Li Ming, she was struck dumb.

Those explicit conversations, those obscene photos, and the scheming plots against her... She trembled all over, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"You bitch!"

Mei Ting screamed hysterically, grabbed Zhang Ying's carefully styled curly hair, and slapped her hard across the face.

"You feel smug about seducing men, don't you? You feel good about almost sending me to jail, don't you?"

With each word she spoke, she increased the force of her voice.

Zhang Ying's cheeks quickly swelled up, and her carefully applied makeup became a mess.

Mei Ting suddenly grabbed Zhang Ying's hair and roughly dragged her in front of the live broadcast camera.

"Everyone come and see, this bitch has over a hundred men saved in her WeChat!"

She frantically scrolled through the chat history, and the camera captured every frame clearly.

Zhang Ying then realized that Mei Ting had been live-streaming the whole time, and her face immediately turned ashen.

She tried desperately to curl up and avoid the camera, but Mei Ting held her down firmly.

Her fingernails scratched her cheek, leaving bloody marks, and her carefully styled hair was torn to shreds. All she could do was cry out helplessly, "Stop filming...please stop hitting me..."

Chaos erupted in the corridor.

Colleagues watching looked at each other, some showing reluctance and wanting to dissuade others, but hesitated when they saw the live broadcast.

No one wants to get themselves into trouble at this critical juncture.

The farce was only brought to an end when the police arrived.

Song Zhi quietly gazed at the disheveled Zhang Ying and asked the question that had been bothering her: "We didn't know each other before, why did you frame me?"