The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

"It's an open secret that she got her position through connections, isn't it?"

"This kind of person still wants to clear her name? I suggest the police intervene and check her bank accounts."

"This is a microcosm of corporate corruption and must be severely punished!"

Major financial forums, stock bars, Douban gossip groups... all went live simultaneously.

Each post was accompanied by a uniform set of highly insulting comments:

"She's definitely a mistress!"

"That bitch slept with President Gu! So filthy!"

Are all white gloves this exquisite now?

"Gu Yinshen should go to jail with her!"

The online trolls will also tag some authoritative official accounts to create the illusion of "national attention" and make public opinion seem like it is truly "boiling with righteous indignation".

The trending topic quickly rose to the top of the trending searches.

"Gu Yinshen in white gloves, Xie Yumian"

"Female executive of the Gu family under investigation for corruption"

The Dark Side of Data Fraud

Within just a few hours, the overwhelming online labels associated with Xie Yumin quickly shifted from "data fraud" to "moral judgment." "Mistress," "accomplice to corruption," and "asset transfer channel" became the keywords associated with her name.

Unaware of the truth, netizens, guided by online trolls, launched a frenzied attack, hurling insults and forwarding the message. There was not a trace online of her working tirelessly for the Gu family project; only disgusting scandals and vulgar speculations.

Within the Gu family, an even crueler reality is unfolding.

She was like a virus in the air, and everyone avoided her like the plague.

The company forum homepage was full of "discussions" about her, and the sarcastic remarks in the break room never stopped.

Now, her daily work is even more difficult.

As she walked towards him in the corridor, even a few steps past her were enough to make him lower his head, turn around, and deliberately take a detour to avoid her gaze, as if she had three labels on her: "stain," "danger," and "stay away."

The work group was completely silent.

Her inquiries went unanswered; neither former subordinates nor colleagues from other departments chose to remain silent. Even when she simply asked about a project handover date, no one dared to reply. The group chat was like a stagnant pool; everyone seemed to have suddenly fallen silent.

At lunchtime, she sat alone in a corner by the window. There were three or four tables around her where her colleagues were sitting, but after she sat down, they left one after another under the pretext of "meeting" or "phone call". The plates were untouched and the hot food was still there.

She bit her chopsticks and managed to swallow the first bite, but she couldn't swallow the second.

All permissions are frozen, even access cards are invalidated.

She could only enter the office area with the "accompaniment" of the investigation team, like a prisoner "wearing electronic ankle bracelets." She couldn't log into the office software, all emails were blocked, and even printing a document required a process and approval.

With no resources available, no one to assist or cooperate with, no system permissions, and even her phone's communication records being accessed and sealed, she felt as if she had been uprooted from the massive Gu family business, like a piece of scrap iron abandoned in the wilderness, rusty and cracked, left to be despised by everyone.

As she stood by the window in the office area, looking down at the bustling world below, she felt as if she were in another forgotten dimension, completely rejected and utterly isolated.

In this situation, the investigation team quickly intervened.

Soon after, the air in the joint administrative and legal office area of ​​the Gu's Building seemed even more stagnant than before.

The air conditioning, which had been blowing gently, now carried a chilling cold. This was especially noticeable each time the elevator doors opened and members of the investigation team, dressed in sharp suits and with cold, stern expressions, filed in. The chill seemed to spread like an electric shadow, quickly engulfing the entire floor.

Team Leader Zhang stood at the department entrance, holding a stack of red-headed documents bearing the words "Official Inquiry Letter," his eyes sharp and piercing. He didn't look at anyone, only waving to the young investigator behind him.

“The smart park is the starting point. She made sure to review every project she handled, regardless of size. Documents, financial data, meeting minutes—everything was retrieved. People were also called in for interviews one by one. It was essential to find a coherent chain of evidence.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out the airflow in the entire office, even drowning out the sound of the printer running and the mouse clicking.

The investigators immediately split into several groups.

A man knocked on the door of the Strategic Technology Department, his expression calm but his gaze stern: "We need to retrieve all budget approval records for the 'Deep Blue Basic Model Optimization' project from three years ago. In particular, electronic versions of the documents signed during the process and historical revision records."

Another person entered the marketing strategy group, speaking politely but in an unyielding tone: "Please compile and archive the meeting minutes, audio notes, and related emails of all strategic cooperation meetings held during Xie Yumin's tenure. We will retrieve them within two hours."

Some people even went through her past internal communications and retrieved emails between her and external consultants for the project.

Anything she touched became a reason for "suspicion".

Even heavier is the "conversation".

Xie Yumin's former subordinates, former cross-departmental coordinators, and even several outsourcing coordinators who had only met her a few times in early projects all received notices to be interviewed.

The meeting room was emptied, and the windows were covered with blinds. The "discussion" inside lasted for anywhere from half an hour to an hour.

The investigation team didn't threaten, but they were adept at "leading." Their tone was calm, but every word was loaded with seduction:

Do you think she has a habit of skipping approvals on projects without authorization?

"Does she often bypass procedures and go directly to higher-ups for decisions?"

"Do you remember that she always seemed to have an 'exceptionally clear' understanding of the suppliers' bottom line?"

"Some people's intelligence often brings hidden dangers."

Most colleagues were cautious and vague, fearing they would be implicated, so they chose to cooperate ambiguously. Those who harbored prejudice or dissatisfaction towards Xie Yumin didn't mind adding fuel to the fire, using phrases like "she has a strong personality," "she doesn't listen to advice," and "she always makes decisions on her own" to paint a more "dangerous" picture of her.

The investigation team was like a group of patient and ruthless hunting dogs, sniffing out every possible clue in past records that could become "evidence".

The process documents she signed in multiple projects were compared page by page; the multiple budget models she personally designed were repeatedly calculated; even a PPT she once revised was used as a "case study" to determine "whether there was a tendency to arbitrarily modify data charts".

Xie Yumin, however, has been stripped of her privileges and is unable to access any system documents.

She sat at her desk, yet felt as if she had been banished from all the procedures.

The computer screen she used to use was now locked, and the access card, though swiped lightly on her fingertips, could no longer open the meeting room door.

The phone will never ring for her again, and the message notification bar will remain forever blank.