Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

"Okay, thank you, Director Shen. If we find the source, I hope to handle it myself."

Shen Yicheng: "Okay."

Wen Ruan opened the door to return to her office, and as she passed the door of the tea room, she heard a conversation coming from inside.

"...What did I tell you? Wen Ruan is no simple person. Think about it, the Ji family's daughter publicly broke off her engagement back then, and she turned around and managed to get involved with Director Jiang. Can just anyone learn those kinds of methods?"

"Yeah, I've never seen a woman who can keep two men of this caliber on her heels at the same time. She seems so quiet and reserved, but it turns out she has such a big appetite."

"So in the end, it's because they have the ability; we can't just envy them—"

Another person's tone was so sour it seemed like lemon juice could be squeezed out: "What skills? All you've got is the ability to pretend and act, right?"

"Look at how obedient she was in front of Director Shen, but she turned around and went to meet her ex-fiancé in secret. The photos are so clear, and she still wants to deny it. If I were Director Jiang, I would have already—"

The woman's words abruptly stopped a moment later.

Upon opening the door, they saw the person in question standing outside. The three people chatting in the break room went from surprised to flustered and embarrassed.

"Wen...Wen Ruan?"

Wen Ruan calmly swept her gaze over the three people, who were translators who had come last year.

If she hadn't overheard their private conversations today, she would never have imagined that this was what they really thought of her.

The three men felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze, and none of them dared to make a sound first.

"I just heard you say that you've planned out my entire life, my methods... Since you all seem to know so much about it, why don't you tell me how you came to these conclusions?"

The first person to speak was pale-faced and managed to squeeze out, "We...we were just chatting..."

"Just a casual chat?" Wen Ruan's eyes were devoid of any warmth. "We're not that familiar with each other, and you don't know me. Are you making judgments based on a photoshopped picture or your own imagined script?"

The man's face turned pale, his fingers gripping the cup so tightly his knuckles turned white: "I...we didn't mean that..."

Wen Ruan's lips curled slightly, her tone tinged with coldness, "The most basic quality for translators is to be cautious about the text and skeptical of the information."

"It's just a trending topic, and you don't verify, think, or judge it. I'm starting to question what kind of translation you're doing!"

The three lowered their heads, and the woman who had been criticizing her gritted her teeth and apologized, "...I'm sorry, Wen Ruan, we shouldn't have said that."

"I hope you'll think carefully before you speak next time. How can translators convey others' voices if they lack even this basic judgment?"

After Wen Ruan finished speaking, she walked straight towards her office.

The three people stared at her back, and Wang Lin, the woman who spoke first, almost gritted her teeth.

"Pah! He's just someone who got in through connections, what right does he have to talk about us? Aren't we just stating the facts?"

"Alright, that's enough. Let's get back to work."

Wang Lin's eyes were filled with resentment as she stared at Wen Ruan's retreating figure, a surge of malice welling up within her.

Wen Ruan returned to her office, picked up her bag at her desk, and He Huahua asked in a low voice, "Ruan Ruan, what did Director Shen say? Has the trending topic issue been resolved? You weren't fired, were you?"

Her eyes were full of worry for Wen Ruan, which warmed her heart.

"The photos online are photoshopped. Director Shen is already investigating. He told me to go home and rest for two days, and come back to work after the storm has passed."

He Huahua was stunned for a moment, then exploded: "Go back to rest? Why should I! Someone is clearly trying to frame you, why should you hide? Director Shen, he..."

"He helped me suppress the trending topics and is also investigating the source. He told me to come back and rest because he didn't want me to be besieged by reporters at the gate tomorrow."

Wen Ruan smiled. "I know you're worried for me, but he's right. It's not appropriate to stay in the yard when things are so volatile."

She couldn't tarnish the reputation of the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, nor could she cause Director Shen even more trouble at this critical juncture.

He Huahua muttered indignantly, "That's too easy on those gossipy people..."

"I'm going back now. Message me if you need anything."

He Huahua: "You should rest well and ignore those messy comments. Once the matter is investigated, they'll all have to shut up."

Knowing there were reporters at the main gate, Wen Ruan simply went out through the side door.

As soon as she stepped out of the side gate, she caught sight of a black sedan parked by the roadside. Her pupils contracted; it was the car from the Jiang family's old residence.

The driver's side door opened the next moment, and Butler Liu got out of the car, bowing slightly.

"Madam, the old lady sent me to pick you up."

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat. In the past, if the old lady wanted her to go to the old house, she would have someone inform her directly so that she could go by herself.

But today, they sent Butler Liu to pick her up personally, which seemed more like an ambush...

"What does Grandma want with me?"

Butler Liu's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was gentle: "The old lady only said that she wanted you to come over, but I don't know the specifics of it."

He turned and opened the back door, placing his hand above the door frame. "Madam, please get in."

Wen Ruan knew there was no way to avoid this trip.

"Thank you for your help, Uncle Liu." Wen Ruan bent down and sat in the back seat.

Wen Ruan frowned slightly. The old lady had been angry about the Wen family banquet earlier.

The photos that trended on social media caused quite a stir, which must have deepened her displeasure...

Office of the Director-General of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Jiang Yubai had just finished a video conference, took off his headphones and placed them on the table, then rubbed his temples.

Just then, Xiao Ren knocked on the door and came in, carrying a stack of documents waiting to be signed.

He placed the document on the corner of the table and looked at Jiang Yubai with a hesitant expression.

Jiang Yubai looked up at him: "Is there anything else?"

Xiao Ren tentatively asked, "Director, have you checked your phone today?"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yubai asked, picking up his phone from the table.

Suddenly, a trending topic popped up on a local social media platform, with a headline that was eye-catching.

The eyes behind the glasses suddenly lost their warmth. Jiang Yubai clicked on the trending topic, and the picture below caught her eye.

He stared at the accompanying picture, his gaze behind his glasses gradually darkening.

Xiao Ren felt the office temperature drop, and forced himself to speak, "I've already had people investigating the source. The technical team's initial assessment is that the photos show signs of being spliced..."

"The PR team asked whether we should issue a statement, or wait for the investigation results before taking any action?"

A fleeting hint of bitterness crossed Jiang Yubai's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Investigate first, and release it only after you've found out the truth."

"Get the car ready, I'm going to the Advanced Translation Institute."

Xiao Ren hesitated, "Director... I just called the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, and it seems that your wife has already been taken away."

Jiang Yubai stood up, his hand just reaching for his suit jacket when he paused: "Who picked him up?"

Xiao Ren swallowed hard and explained, "There must be an online troll army behind this trending topic. It's causing quite a stir now, and things might be getting out of hand at the old house..."