Chapter 13

Once the security team adapted, they were able to handle the reporters coming to the company quite well.

I continued my daily routine of going to and from work, though occasionally there were troublemakers who sent dirty packages.

Sometimes, groups of three or five men would gather downstairs to protest, demanding the dismissal of the “scheming woman” that I supposedly was.

I would directly call the police.

Due to my silence, the online fervor remained high.

They began to dig into my past.

However, the deeper they delved, the more people started to notice that something was amiss.

More voices began to speak up for me online.

Some posted their student IDs, some shared photos of me with them, and others shared notes I had written.

[Zhaozhao is a very, very good person. I was almost… it was she who told me to keep the evidence, accompanied me to report to the police, and helped me protect my rightful interests. If it weren’t for her, I might not have been able to stay calm and preserve the evidence. Only now do I realize, perhaps because she had been through the storm, she wanted to hold an umbrella for me.]

[I haven’t completely emerged from the shadows yet, but I’m still striving to live. I’ve always hoped to become as brave and strong as Zhaozhao.]

My reputation began to turn around.

There were still those who resisted stubbornly.

The fervor continued to rise.

My previous designs saw their value multiply several times due to the recent intense discussions.

I sold the stock I had held onto during this time.

Then I released the drafts I had been holding back.

My post on Weibo became the most popular one since I created my account.

Insults, expectations, support, comfort.

I accepted them all.

Until the enthusiasm of the frenzied public for this trending topic began to wane.

I made a call to the media, telling them I wanted to participate in an interview.