You’re My Belated Happiness

Chapter 4

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Because Ruan Yu likes Xu Huaisong, everything has an answer.

When he writes in the draft box "You are so small, why do you choose basketball class in physical education class", when he wonders "What mistakes did you make, come to the stage and think about it", as long as you walk to this Behind the piano, you can find the answer.

But he didn't.

So he didn't know that all the seemingly careless coincidences were all her plans; all the moments when he couldn't sleep, she was also thinking about him.

Xu Huaishi turned on the flash, took two photos on the wall, and suddenly wailed, "Wow—Zhao Yi is so touching—"

Zhao Yi frantically went to cover her mouth, but he was a step too late. The security guards patrolling the corridor downstairs heard the movement and immediately rushed up with a bright flashlight.

He frowned and scolded in a low voice: "I think your IQ is quite touching!"

Xu Huaishi pursed her mouth and was taken to the Moral Education Department by the security guards with her head downcast.

Zhu Feng, director of the Moral Education Department, thought that they had a puppy love, so no matter how the two argued, they insisted on contacting their parents.

Zhao Yi is an old fritter, Zhu Feng pointed at him, meaning to clean him up later, and then look at Xu Huaishi: "You come first, parents' contact information!" He said and picked up the handset of the landline.

"Mr. Zhu, I was wrong..."

"Don't want to give it? Then ask your head teacher."

The homeroom teacher registered Tao Rong's cell phone number, and she got anxious when she heard it, and quickly reported: "209-***-****!" After that, Zhu Feng quickly answered before Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows, "That's it, my parents are in the United States Woolen cloth!"

Think you can escape with a foreign name? Zhu Feng snorted angrily and added "001" to dial the number, speaking in broken English: "Hi, my mother..."

The male voice cut off his pronunciation in time: "Hello."

With a low cough, he reported his family name, explaining Xu Huaishi's "evil" behavior.

Xu Huaishi held her breath nervously, trying to identify what was said on the receiver.

She lied to her mother on the phone at the milk tea shop just now, saying that she was going home tonight to have dinner with her girlfriends, and now she must not make that call there, she just hopes that her brother will be merciful and let her go.

However, in the next second, Xu Huaisong's ruthless voice came out: "I am not in a position to deal with her affairs at the moment, please call this number and contact..."

As soon as she heard that she was going to report Tao Rong's cell phone number, she jumped up and tried to snatch the receiver, but Zhu Feng stared at her, so she could only stomp her feet and shout to the other end of the phone: "Brother, you are too bad!"

This kind of person deserves to fail in puppy love! Even if she killed her, she wouldn't tell him that senior sister Ruan liked him!

At one o'clock in the morning at night, Ruan Yu and Shen Mingying were lying in the same bed, clutching their phone in a daze.

The incident happened more than 24 hours ago, and rumors spread everywhere on the Internet. Although she made a clarification, she still couldn't put an end to the malicious speculation of those who cared. Shen Mingying was afraid that she would be in a bad mood alone in the apartment, so she came to accompany her.

In the evening, they noticed that the author of the other party had "read" the private message, and they thought they would get a reply soon, but until now, the dialog box is still silent.

And the anti-color palette is asking friends in the industry to rush to make it. It has not been completed yet, and everything that needs to be done has been done. There is no other way except to wait.

Unable to bear it any longer, the two fell asleep in a daze. Early the next morning, Ruan Yu opened his eyes and began to grope for his phone under the covers. After unlocking it, he accidentally saw a private message from "Writing a Poet".

It was two o'clock in the morning.

A poem writer: "Hello, I am very sorry to trouble you. The article "Her Eyes Can Smile" is not my original idea, but is based on an outline bought by a friend from the studio. If it infringes I am willing to explain your rights and interests to the public, apologize publicly, delete the article, and remove my pseudonym. The following is my drafted statement, please read it, I hope I can try my best to recover your losses, and I am sorry again.”

Ruan Yu regained consciousness, patted Shen Mingying, and showed her the phone.

"Is the outline really leaked?" Shen Mingying rubbed her eyes and said after reading it.

Faced with this situation, the two began to think of the leak of the outline. But the problem is, apart from Shen Mingying, Ruan Yu only gave the outline to a publishing house that he has cooperated with for many years, and based on that information alone, it is impossible to cause so many similarities in details.

That's why they haven't come to a conclusion.

Ruan Yu frowned: "Could it be that my computer has a virus?"

Shen Mingying woke up after rubbing her eyes, said "ah", pressed her shoulder and said, "U disk! Did you get the U disk back at the cafe that day?"

Ruan Yu's eyelids twitched, he got out of bed and rummaged around, half an hour later he knelt on the bed and wanted to cry without tears: "No..."

My mother came suddenly that day, and she hurried back to the apartment, really not remembering whether she brought a USB flash drive. And Shen Mingying checked out and left shortly after she left, taking only her laptop with her.

Both of them held their foreheads together.

Ordinary outline leaks really can't cause this kind of consequences, only the USB flash drive that records most of the details in Ruan Yu's diary can do it.

A minute later, Shen Mingying raised her head: "I'm going to the cafe, you don't want the steamed buns this time, and negotiate with the other author."

Ruan Yu nodded, understanding what she meant.

Although the other party gave her the most favorable solution under the current situation, the bad incident of the studio's theft and sale of the outline had to be ignored.

She sent a message: "Hello, I want to know, which studio did your friend buy the outline from?"

On the other side of the screen, Xu Huaishi, who had dark circles under her eyes and chicken nests, dialed Zhao Yi's phone: "What should I do? What should I answer? I just said that your bad idea won't work..."

"Oh, then tell her the truth."

"no!"

If Ruan Yu knew the cause and effect, then her brother would probably know what she did. She said: "My brother is really fierce... I will be killed by righteousness!"

"Isn't your brother a lawyer? How could he break the law knowingly and beat you to death?"

"He can cut off my pocket money, what's the difference between that and beating me to death!"

"In this way, you say that your friend cannot explain because of the need for confidentiality between the two parties in the transaction. If she does not have a 'grey relationship', she will not be able to find out your identity information for the time being."

"But this is not too sorry for Senior Sister Ruan..."

"You have publicly apologized, deleted the article, and eliminated the pseudonym. For her, this is the best result. If you really want to tell the public the truth like this kind of nonsense, I'm afraid no one will believe it!"

Xu Huaishi was still hesitating: "Tell me, what if my brother still likes Senior Ruan and thinks that I have done a good deed, what if I don't punish her instead of rewarding her?"

"Are you kidding? Eight years have passed and you still like it? Do you think your brother lives by the light of a white moon and doesn't need sex?"

"That's right..."

"Anyway, if you want to say it, just say it, and don't think about being famous, drinking hot food, or chasing stars."

Xu Huaishi shivered, but still listened to Zhao Yi.

As he expected, she kept silent, and Ruan Yu really couldn't find out the truth for a while.

Xu Huaishi didn't know how much she believed, but after a few back and forth negotiations, a message popped up in the dialog box: "Please issue a statement first."

Judging by the tone, it is possible that he did not intend to give up the investigation, but decided to clarify first in order to calm the turmoil and reduce losses as soon as possible.

Xu Huaishi felt guilty, apologized repeatedly, and published the more rigorously worded statement revised by Ruan Yu on Weibo. A few minutes later, she saw "Wen Xiang" repost this content, and attached part of the chat history with herself.

She couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

I was timid and told a lie for a while, so I used countless lies to explain it. Up to now, although I have tried my best to make up for it, I feel more disturbed.

She sighed and burrowed into the bed like an ostrich.

Ruan Yu didn't relax after reposting Weibo. She was suspicious of the other author's concealment, so she wanted to see Shen Mingying's progress.

But Shen Mingying came back and said that the cafe claimed that it did not notice her personal belongings that day. I also called the police to obtain the nearby surveillance cameras, but the target was too small, and no suspicious persons could be found by watching the video.

In this way, although the grievances have been washed away, Ruan Yu still has a thorn in his heart.

But she soon had no time to care about the thorn.

Because shortly after the statement was issued, her Weibo once again flooded with suspected malicious trolls, bombarding her for giving money to "writing poets" to get such a false apology.

Those people talked in vernacular, made up stories that didn't exist, and "fighted" with those who chose to support her after seeing the statement.

Below her Weibo, there was a splash of saliva.

Immediately after Sunday morning, a writer who was on the same site as Ruan Yu posted a long Weibo. Although he did not name Daoxin, what he said meant that she plagiarized and bullied newcomers and forced "Xiao Transparent" to close his pen. Shame on the original circle.

This long microblog miraculously received a lot of responses, quickly spread, fermented until evening, and was even sent to the hot search.

Xu Huaishi was also paying attention to these, and only then did she realize the seriousness of the problem.

Things have come to this, people with discerning eyes should have believed Ruan Yu long ago, but if they want to add a crime, there is nothing to worry about, that is, there are a few people who deliberately pour dirty water and deliberately guide public opinion.

Thinking about it again, she is a newcomer who has just registered a pseudonym, has no reader base, and the exposure of her articles is close to zero. The beginning of the matter may have been deliberately planned early in the morning.

After all, she and Zhao Yi thought about social affairs too simply.

Xu Huaishi was a little scared, she thought about her words back and forth, and planned to contact Ruan Yu again.

But before the news was sent out, I saw her update a Weibo: "Temporarily close comments and private messages."

Attached is a screenshot below, which is a private message someone sent to "Wen Xiang". The other party's ID and profile picture were mosaiced, and the content of the message was a threatening picture.

The screen is full of upside-down paint, and a few bright red handprints are shocking, accompanied by the text: "Plagiarism to death!"

Just looking at the thumbnail, Xu Huaishi was so frightened that she almost dropped her phone.

Her hands began to tremble, and she couldn't even hear the harsh evening self-study bell. She plunged into the women's toilet of the teaching building, rushed into the cubicle in a panic, and dialed Xu Huaisong's number.

It was past three o'clock in the morning in San Francisco, but she couldn't wait because of the emergency.

When the phone was connected, she immediately murmured, "Brother... I, I caused trouble!"

Xu Huaisong really didn't sleep, there was a mess of voices over there, chattering in English, he seemed to be flipping through the materials, and his response was a bit perfunctory: "What's the matter? I have an emergency meeting in five minutes, it doesn't matter. …”

"It's important!" Xu Huaishi insisted, but when she said it again, she was tinged with tears, "Brother, I killed sister Ruan..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and after a while: "Who?"

She sobbed and said, "Ruan Yu, Senior Sister Ruan, don't you remember?"

This time, the silence on the other end was longer.

Just as Xu Huaishi was about to speak again, there was a sound of footsteps outside the toilet door. She didn't dare to be found out about secretly using her mobile phone during her late self-study, so she quickly held her breath and didn't speak.

After about a dozen counts, the chaotic human voices in the receiver disappeared.

Xu Huaisong seemed to have reached a quiet place, and then said, "Why are you crying? Make it clear."

Xu Huaishi couldn't say, the girl who came to the toilet hadn't left yet. She could only keep silent and focus on breathing.

Xu Huaisong asked again: "Where are you?"

His tone was a little restless. Xu Huaishi couldn't speak, so she pinched the phone anxiously, and quickly sent him a WeChat message: "I'm hiding in the school toilet. Someone is here. I'll tell you by typing. Let me show you first." a photograph."

She dug out the photo of the wall of the piano room from the album, and added a description: "I found this in the piano room 301 of the school art gallery the night before yesterday."

On the other side of the screen, Xu Huaisong stood in the bright corridor outside the meeting room in a neat navy blue suit, frowning and opening the dialogue box.

A white lady walked up on stiletto heels and called him, "Hanson." After that, she handed him a stack of hundreds of pages of scattered documents, saying that these were the documents he wanted.

His eyes stayed on the screen, and he picked it up casually. When he clicked on the picture and saw the English letters on it clearly, his fingertips that were about to touch the document suddenly loosened.

Hundreds of sheets of paper fell to the ground, scattered like snowflakes, and immediately became a mess.

In the narrow and quiet corridor, Xu Huaisong heard his heart beating, which was deafening.

The author has something to say: Zhao Yi: Do you think your brother lives by the light of a white moon and doesn’t need sex

Xu Huaisong: That's right...