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The noisy WeChat group instantly fell silent, and the three of them obediently stayed in the group, waiting for Qin Song to assign them tasks.

"Ahem..." Qin Song cleared his throat into his phone, adopting a serious and earnest expression.

Even though the three people on the other end of the phone couldn't see it at all.

Pei Dahua: In a little while, I will post a video on Xiaodigua and Douyin exposing Qin Sisi's plagiarism. All three of you must like and comment on my post immediately. If you can, you can also post a video to support me. If you can't, then forget it.

The message had just been sent out when all three people in the group stood up and responded enthusiastically.

Shanghaojia: I'm a super influencer with over 30 million followers across all platforms, so I absolutely have to support you! I'll go edit the video right now!

Give me five pounds of sunflower seeds and I can chatter away: I do use Douyin (TikTok), but I don't have many followers. However, I think if I appear as a buyer of "Meixiang Rugu" (a brand of sunflower seeds), I'll definitely attract a huge amount of traffic. Big Flower, you wait, I'm going to edit the video too!

Jiang Mian (If I speak ill of others again, I'll lose five pounds): As your partner, my voice of support is undoubtedly the most convincing. Da Hua, fly high, I'll be back to support you!

Pei Dahua: Brothers are in our hearts! If you can't get through on the phone when something happens!

—? ? ? ? ?

The three people were frantically typing question marks in the group chat.

Pei Dahua: Just kidding... I'm not going to say anything more, I need to go prepare the video to expose someone.

After sending the last message, Qin Song exited WeChat and went to Douyin to start editing the video to report the incident.

This kind of video is easy to make; you just need to post the design drafts of both sides in the dispute and indicate the creation time of each.

Qin Song's "The Fragrance of Plum Blossoms Remains" was a custom-made piece. From finding inspiration and brainstorming elements to finalizing the framework and drafting the first draft, she had ample self-evidence to prove the entire process. Coupled with the surveillance footage provided by Jiang Mian's studio, Qin Sisi would be absolutely exposed.

Meng Lingqian works at a nightclub in the southern suburbs of Yuncheng. It takes Qin Song at least an hour and a half to get there by taxi from his home.

With the journey only halfway complete, Qin Song still had plenty of time to edit the video.

Shanghaojia: Teacher Dahua, I've finished editing the video. When do you think would be a good time to release it?

Qin Song had just finished making the video when Duan Jialu sent a message in the group asking about it.

Qin Song took a moment to reply to her: My video is almost ready too. Wait for me to send it first, and then send it about ten minutes later.

Oishi: OK!

"Miss, we've arrived at the Enchanting Bar."

The driver parked the car in front of the bar and turned back to remind Qin Song of something.

Qin Song nodded: "Okay, thank you, Master."

She opened WeChat, scanned the code to pay the fare, and then unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.

The video was completely ready. She did a final check and, seeing that there were no problems, began editing the script.

[@SibaiJewelry, Miss, how did my custom wedding design become your debut work? Plagiarism is a very bad thing. You're a lunatic, shameless bastard, Biyang's trash. Avoid this building!]

Qin Song was very satisfied with this copy. She gently raised her index finger, tapped the "Publish" button on the screen, and decisively sent the video out.

After sending the message, she went back to WeChat, gave a heads-up in the group chat, and then turned off her phone and strode into the Enchantress Bar.

It's broad daylight, and the bar isn't open at all. But they still managed to get a waiter at the front desk.

Qin Song walked up to the waiter and tapped the marble counter in front of him.

The waiter was awakened by the noise she made and looked up from his phone in a fluster.

"Sorry, our bar only opens in the evening, and... we don't accept pregnant women."

The waiter assumed Qin Song was there for fun and immediately refused to serve him.

Qin Song looked at her expressionlessly and said, "I'm not here to spend money, I'm here to see Meng Lingqian."

"Sister Meng..." When the waiter heard Meng Lingqian's name and then looked at Qin Song's obviously pregnant belly, his expression immediately became very strange.

"Do you have an appointment? Sister Meng is the manager of the bar; you can't just see her whenever you want."

Qin Song didn't waste words with her, and simply said, "My name is Qin Song. Tell her that Qin Song has come to see her, and she will definitely see me."

"This..." The waiter was skeptical and unsure of what to do.

Qin Song: "Hurry up and go. If you delay your sister Meng's important matter, I'm afraid you won't be able to afford to compensate even if you empty your pockets."

"..." The waitress was a young girl who had just entered the workforce. Qin Song's deliberate scare made her panic instantly.

She came out from behind the counter and pulled up a number on her phone: "Wait a moment, I'll call Sister Meng first."

Qin Song: "Hmm."

The waitress made the call very quickly; in less than three minutes, she returned from the doorway, phone in hand.

"Sister Meng wants you to go straight upstairs; she's waiting for you in room 1002."

"Thank you."

Qin Song uttered those two words and then followed the original owner's memories to find the bar's elevator.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and Qin Song stepped out, finding room 1002 with practiced ease.

The door was ajar, and loud DJ music was blasting from the crack.

Qin Song did not hesitate and pushed the door open to enter.

"You've arrived," Meng Lingqian greeted her gently.

She sat on the leather sofa, leisurely sipping a glass of red wine, occasionally humming along to the music.

Qin Song disliked this environment, and with a furrowed brow, he finally snapped, "Turn off the music!"

Meng Lingqian: "Huh???"

Qin Song's commanding tone left Meng Lingqian somewhat bewildered. She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with speechlessness as she looked at Qin Song.

"Get out of here! This is my territory! Why should I listen to you?"

Qin Song ignored her and simply repeated his words: "Turn it off!"

"..."

Meng Lingqian put her wine glass on the table, crossed her legs, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at Qin Song with a defiant look.

Qin Song repeated a second time: "Turn it off!"

"..." Although such a request made Meng Lingqian very unhappy, for some reason, after a moment of hesitation, she still chose to listen to Qin Song.

"You're crazy..." she glared at Qin Song, cursing, and roughly picked up the remote control to turn off all the music in the room.

……

The music stopped abruptly, and Qin Song's ears finally had some peace and quiet.

"What do you want from me?" Meng Lingqian looked at her impatiently and asked sarcastically, "Did you finally realize that it's immoral not to repay your debts, so you came here specifically to pay them back?"

"...I'll give you a piece of my mind." Qin Song was annoyed by her awful appearance and couldn't help but curse at her.

"You—" She was a little flustered by the scolding, and in her daze, she forgot to retort.

Qin Song strode up to her, took a photo out of his bag, and placed it right in front of her.

"How much money did Qin Sisi give you? Is it enough to live on?"