Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"First, you paid to remove the trending topic, since you were the ones who paid to get it there in the first place."

This kind of thing is easy to investigate, and Jiang Zhuhua naturally knew who was behind it.

"can."

This is just a matter of spending some money, and Li Ming has no objection.

"Secondly, I can consider your feelings and have your son say on a public social media platform that he was imitating my friend."

Jiang Zhuhua genuinely couldn't remember the other person's tongue-twisting name, only that something about sunflowers and melon seeds.

"Why?"

The door was kicked open suddenly, and a young man rushed in with a terribly gloomy face.

Jiang Zhuhua immediately guessed it was Li Wujin.

"Why should I? Because I can destroy you."

Jiang Zhuhua slowly picked up a cup of tea from the table, took a sip, and found the taste not very good, with a faint bitterness.

I can't stand this brand of tea.

"If you can whitewash things, I can certainly hire online trolls too. And what evidence do you have to prove it?"

Li Wujin had been eavesdropping at the door for quite a while, and the more he listened, the angrier he became, his face growing increasingly grim.

Once you say you're imitating someone online, isn't that tantamount to admitting plagiarism?

"I'm so sorry, but one of my assistants happens to be in your circle. Isn't that a coincidence? You even bought one of their paintings to use as an entry in some competition?"

The assistant refers to Jiang Ning. Jiang Zhuhua was a little confused when he heard the news, after all, the other party didn't seem like someone who would have a hobby like painting.

After making some inquiries, I learned that it was a female friend of mine from Jiangning who heard about this and revealed it to me.

Jiang Zhuhua did not reveal who that person was, but simply curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looking as if he had everything under control.

Li Wujin suddenly fell silent, unable to utter the words he was about to say.

“I have audio recordings as evidence, receipts for payments, and I can also get people in your circle to help me with authentication.”

Money is something that feels scarce when investing in things, but relatively less scarce when dealing with other matters.

Jiang Zhuhua picked up a piece of pastry from the table. It was the pine nut and lily pastry that the other party had just introduced. The pastry was shaped like a flower and had a sweet and warm aroma. It was crispy when you took a bite.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't like it very much, so he put it aside, picked up the teacup, took a sip of water, and suppressed the taste.

"He took my money back then, and my money helped him through a difficult time..."

Li Wujin's words sounded suspicious, and Li Ming's face darkened even more. He slapped Li Wujin's arm.

"Shut up! Mr. Jiang, please continue."

The other person's demeanor clearly indicated that they were considering the two matters separately, and that bringing up the other matter again...

If the other party simply returns the money to them and then makes them admit to plagiarism on a public platform, they're doomed.

"Third, go and apologize in person. After all, that nobody has been worried for a long time, unlike you big shots."

As Jiang Zhuhua spoke, he stood up from his chair, straightened his suit jacket, and looked down at Li Ming, who was sitting on the floor.

"They are fearless because they have something to rely on."

Jiang Zhuhua spoke these words slowly, each sentence seemingly mocking their abuse of power because of their wealth.

It's like they're bullying men and oppressing women.

"you!"

Li Wujin was already furious and had been holding back, but when he heard this, he raised his fist, only to be held down by his timid father.

"it is good."

Li Ming readily agreed.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't linger there and left immediately.

The moment the door closed, Li Wujin kicked over the chair, sweeping the other person's teacup to the ground, where it shattered into a mess.

"Dad, look at how arrogant she is! Are you just going to let her bully your son like this?"

Unable to bear this injustice, Li Wujin couldn't help but shout and yell.

"Otherwise what? Who told you to give them so much leverage over you? If you're not afraid of losing face and don't want to stay in this industry, I can tell them right now: We can't meet your demands, do whatever you want."

Li Ming was so angry at his stupid son that his liver hurt. He had spent a lot of money on his son since he was a child. Look at other people's sons, at least they got something out of spending money. But his son had finally managed to make a little bit of a name in the art circle.

And what happened? Now they've pulled this stunt again.

If the other party just lets it go and lets it go, it's obvious that this gives them a huge handle to use against you.

I've never seen such a stupid person! Especially one whose own bitter gourd is so stupid.

"You're not protecting me at all! You're only protecting others! Are you having an affair?"

Li Wujin was so angry that he wanted to spout nonsense.

Li Ming was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"If I don't protect you, who will? Can't you even see that I'm protecting you? Why don't you go see an ophthalmologist and see what's hanging under your eyebrows?"

The two men, exchanging sharp and sarcastic remarks, ended up fighting inside.

The crashing and banging inside was terrifying to the waiters outside, and someone ran over to tell the boss.

"It's alright, let them smash it. Those two inside are rich, they're not the type to renege on their debts. We can calculate the value of the items inside later, send it to them, and then replace them with new ones."

The teahouse owner, however, remained remarkably calm, even leisurely practicing calligraphy.

The waiters looked at each other, and finally gave up. After all, if the boss didn't care, why should the waiters be in a hurry?

Jiang Zhuhua stepped into the cold wind, and almost within seconds, Huo Wang drove up, with Jiang Ji in the back seat.

It was too cold outside, so Jiang Zhuhua went straight into the warm air of the passenger seat and immediately felt comfortable.

"Thing is settled."

Jiang Zhuhua smiled as he recounted what had just happened inside. When he spoke of his own heroic deeds, he inevitably exaggerated a little.

Although she is not usually one to boast, she can't help but brag a little when she's around people she likes.

He's three points handsome, but I'd almost call it five. If he's five points handsome, then he's a perfect score.

The two of them were quite polite, taking turns praising him. Jiang Zhuhua, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed.

"have you eaten yet?"

Huo Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile became even brighter.

"No. The pastries we had weren't good. We'll avoid this teahouse in the future."

Jiang Zhuhua spoke with a hint of disdain, after all, this place really didn't suit her taste, and she really didn't want to come back again.

"What? You're a boss, and you don't even treat your mother to dinner?"

Jiang Ji, speaking without restraint, was advocating for justice, as if everyone else were heinous criminals.