Chapter 1364: Zhang Liyuan (4)

"Alright... you little slut..." the fat woman said. "You've got a bunch of lovers, don't you?"

"What...?" I covered my face, my eyes full of tears. "What did you say?"

The fat woman sneered and shouted to the crowd, "You all really don't know? This little slut acts all proper at work, but after hours, she's someone's mistress. What's wrong with me hitting her?"

The crowd fell silent in an instant.

"What's the matter?!" Seeing no one respond, the woman grew even more aggressive. "Go on, say something! What's wrong with it?! She seduced my man, so I can't hit her? What's wrong with beating a mistress?!"

My mind went completely blank at that moment.

I saw the security guards slowly release their hold on the two men.

Wait... why are you letting go...?

The situation seemed to be escalating from absurd to utterly ridiculous.

"You little slut... still calling people to back you up, huh?" the fat woman said. "Today, I'll make sure you're exposed for the tramp you are!"

It took me about ten seconds to react, and I stammered, "What... I'm not a mistress...!"

"I know you won't admit it," the woman said. "But I've got the photos right here. Aren't you all about being provocative? Let everyone in the factory see just how much of a tramp you are!"

She pulled a stack of photos from her handbag and threw them harshly at my face. It felt like I'd been slapped again, leaving me stunned.

What on earth is going on?

The photos scattered on the ground, sparking whispers among the surrounding people.

That stack of photos was all of naked bodies.

I knew those photos weren't of me... but staring at them still made my face flush with embarrassment.

"Promiscuous, isn't she?" the woman said, as if asking me or the people around. "You all defending her? Just look at what she's done!"

Man Tun also widened his eyes and stared at the photos on the ground. I knew it wasn't me, but for some reason, I wanted to cover them up.

But then, I noticed something off about these photos—they only showed bodies, no faces.

"What..." I said with a trembling voice. "These photos don't even show faces... This isn't me at all..."

"Not you?!"

The fat woman grabbed my hair, and I let out a sudden scream.

In the next second, she yanked my head down and started rummaging through the photos on the ground.

It wasn't long before she pulled out the only one with a face—

It was a photo of me working on the assembly line.

"You little slut... look, is this you!"

The fat woman gripped my hair and kept shoving my face toward the photo, not giving me any chance to explain.

"Don't pull my hair...!!" I shouted and pushed her away, toppling her bulky body to the ground.

"You little slut, daring to fight back!!" She yelled and lunged forward, but Man Tun quickly stepped in and held her back.

"Sis!" Man Tun said. "Hold on a minute! Let's get this straight first!"

"What's there to straighten out?!" the fat woman said. "This roll of film has all these photos—I developed every one, and they're all crystal clear!"

Yes, but if you looked closely, you'd quickly spot the inconsistencies.

The naked photos had no faces, and the ones with faces weren't naked.

"This one of me on the assembly line is real!" I said. "But what does that have to do with the naked photos?"

"You little slut, denying it..." the woman snarled viciously. "Come on, come on! Your colleagues are all here today—I'll let them see for themselves!"

She picked up two photos and pointed to the timestamp in the bottom right corner.

I was taken aback for a moment. The camera that took these photos was high-end; it imprinted the time on every shot using a digital display.

The photo of me on the assembly line was taken at 6:00 p.m., and the naked ones at 6:10 p.m.

Just ten minutes apart.

She held up the photos for everyone to see, trying to convince them that the subject had to be me because the times were so close.

This is insane... absolutely insane.

"You're being completely unreasonable..." I said. "Ten minutes before, I was still working in the factory, and ten minutes later, I stripped and posed for photos...? What kind of logic is that?!"

"That's your tramp logic!!" the woman snapped back without letting me explain, slapping me across the face again.

What terrified me wasn't the slap, but that no one spoke up for me anymore.

Not even Man Tun.

Just as I was on the verge of a complete breakdown, Director Fang arrived late, pushing through the crowd and quickly pulling the woman away. He said in a strange tone, "What are you doing here?!"

"Doing what?! I'm showing everyone this little slut who seduced my man!"

Director Fang looked at me with a horrified expression, then slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, come on! What are you causing a scene for? Come with me, now!"

"I'm not going!!" the woman roared. "Fang, you tell me! How did this vixen seduce you?! Where were those photos taken?!"

"Nonsense!!" Director Fang shouted back. "Do you even want me to keep my job?! If you've got something to say, say it at home!!"

The woman slowly widened her eyes, and after a few seconds, her face turned red with suppressed anger.

"Fang, now you're yelling at me... Fine... fine..." She nodded, looking furious. "You coward... I'll give you face in front of all these people, but our score isn't settled yet... Wait till we get home..."

The fat woman left with her four men, cursing as they went, leaving me completely dazed and a crowd of whispering colleagues.

The whole incident unfolded in just ten minutes. By the time I realized what had happened, there was no opportunity left to defend myself.

Everyone stood there frozen, with the naked photos still scattered on the ground.

"Ahem..." Director Fang cleared his throat and said, "Alright, folks, show's over. It was all a misunderstanding—back to work, everyone."

No one moved.

"Don't overthink it," Director Fang explained. "There's nothing between me and Tiantian. I'll clear this up with my wife when I get home."

Why does this feel so odd...?

He's explaining the situation, but I feel like there's a knife hanging over my neck.

Director Fang was certainly leadership material; in this situation, he acted as if nothing had happened and started picking up the photos from the ground.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and before Man Tun left, he glanced at me with a complicated expression.

I wanted so badly to explain to him... that there was really nothing between me and Director Fang...

But I had just said that, and so had Director Fang. Did I need to say it again...?

Director Fang gathered the photos from the ground and said expressionlessly, "Tiantian, come with me."