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

Wen Ruan was startled when He Huahua tugged at her: "What happened online?"

"Jiang Wanxing let slip in an interview yesterday that you were the last person to see Lin Xia!"

He Huahua said urgently, "There are so many people online criticizing you, saying all sorts of things... Look!"

She handed the phone to Wen Ruan.

The screen displays a screenshot from a mainstream media interview video, with the headline: [Jiang Wanxing chokes up as she talks about her cousin's murder: Her last colleague, she must be feeling terrible right now]

The comments section below has exploded!

"The last colleague I saw? Isn't that Wen Ruan? The one who had that scandal with her ex-fiancé!"

"There's definitely something wrong with her! Otherwise, why would Lin Xia get into trouble after meeting her?"

"Poor reporter Jiang, she lost her cousin but still speaks up for the murderer, she's too kind..."

"Investigate her! Investigate thoroughly! Lin Xia must receive justice!"

Wen Ruan read through the list one by one, her fingertips gradually clenching.

She finally understood that it was no coincidence that the three girls had blocked her downstairs yesterday, targeting her and calling her a murderer.

They must have seen Jiang Wanxing's interview and become convinced that she was the "murderer who killed Lin Xia," which is why they came to vent their anger...

The chill in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

Did Jiang Wanxing really just "accidentally let it slip"?

Or... was she doing it on purpose?

"Ruan Ruan, what should we do now? Do you have any ideas? We can't let ourselves be framed like this!"

He Huahua scratched her head anxiously.

Wen Ruan frowned slightly. "Let me think about it."

She had just sat down when her phone lit up. It was a message from Jiang Yubai: [I saw the news online. I've already had it dealt with and they're removing it from the trending topics. Don't worry.]

The stifling feeling in Wen Ruan's heart eased slightly, and she replied, "Yes, I understand. Thank you."

The trending topic was quickly suppressed, but Wen Ruan knew that this forceful suppression would only provoke more people's rebellious mentality.

She opened another social media platform, and sure enough, discussions about her were already going viral in private groups and chat groups, with even more offensive language than on public platforms.

"It's good to be rich and powerful; you can remove trending topics just like that."

"Director Jiang is protecting her so much, isn't there something fishy going on?"

"Maybe she did it, otherwise why would she be in such a hurry to suppress the trending topic?"

"Isn't Director Jiang Jiang's boyfriend? Why would he help Wen Ruan, a murderer?"

"Is Director Jiang playing both sides?!"

Wen Ruan saw that many people believed Jiang Wanxing was Jiang Yubai's wife, which made her feel suffocated.

She was about to get up to get a glass of water to calm down when her phone suddenly vibrated.

An unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, then swiped to answer: "Feed?"

A familiar male voice, tinged with impatience and sarcasm, came from the other end: "Wen Ruan, I've only been away on a business trip for a few days, how did you become a murderer?"

Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback, then frowned: "...Ji Shiyan?"

"Otherwise what? Who do you think is so free as to change their number to call you?" Ji Shiyan's tone sounded displeased. "With the online situation causing such a stir, doesn't Jiang Yubai care about you?"

"Or perhaps..." he teased, "that he's too busy with that reporter Jiang to pay attention to you?"

Wen Ruan tightened her grip on the phone, her tone turning cold: "This is none of your business. If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, the Ji family is having a business collaboration reception next week, and they've chosen you to be their translator."

Wen Ruan frowned: "The Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation has many excellent translators; they don't necessarily need me."

"You think I chose you willingly?" Ji Shiyan scoffed. "This was requested by our partners, decided by an internal vote; otherwise, I wouldn't have contacted you. However—"

He then changed the subject, saying, "This reception is quite high-profile, with foreign businesspeople and industry executives in attendance. It's a good opportunity for you to make a name for yourself in your current situation."

"You've been embroiled in all that public opinion lately, so this is a good opportunity to divert attention. I don't want my translator to appear before our partners with the label of 'murderer,' it would be a disgrace to me."

Wen Ruan was silent for a few seconds: "...Why are you helping me?"

Ji Shiyan said casually, "You're overthinking it. Help you? I just don't want the Ji family's cooperation to be dragged down by your bad reputation. Although I've always had doubts about your character—I don't think you would kill someone."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Wen Ruan's response.

Wen Ruan was stunned for a while before putting down her phone.

A complex emotion welled up inside her that she couldn't quite explain.

Ji Shiyan is a man who can be incredibly harsh when he curses, but his words just now inexplicably made her nose tingle slightly.

He Huahua leaned closer and whispered, "Who is it? Why do you look so strange?"

"...Nobody, just someone I don't know very well." Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, but still saved the number to her contacts and labeled it Ji.

At least, not everyone thinks she is the murderer.

After getting a glass of water, Wen Ruan returned and dialed Officer Zhou's number.

"Hello, Ms. Wen." Officer Zhou was as calm and serious as ever.

"Officer Zhou, excuse me. I wanted to ask, is there any progress on the case?"

Wen Ruan carefully chose her words, "The online public opinion is quite a stir, and I am indeed under a lot of pressure. If the police need my cooperation in any way, I am ready to go there at any time."

Officer Zhou paused for a moment before saying, "Perfect timing, I was just about to contact you anyway. There has been some progress in the case, but specific details are not convenient to disclose at this time. However—"

"We have obtained some clues that prove you did not have the opportunity to commit the crime when Lin Xia was murdered. The relevant explanatory materials have been submitted and will be released to the public at an appropriate time to help clear your name..."

Wen Ruan breathed a slight sigh of relief. "...Really?"

Officer Zhou said firmly, "I know those comments online have caused you a lot of trouble, but please trust the police investigation."

"We will not wrong innocent people, nor will we let the real culprits go unpunished."

Wen Ruan's voice was a little hoarse: "Thank you, Officer Zhou."

"You're welcome. It's our duty. By the way, please be careful these next few days and try not to go to remote places alone. I'll contact you immediately if there are any new developments."

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ruan leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.

After get off work, Wen Ruan left the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation and saw an empty car at the entrance.

She sat down, gave them her address, and took out her phone to check messages.

The trending topics about her online have been removed, but some gossip about the entertainment industry has attracted a lot of attention.

Just as Wen Ruan was about to contact Jiang Yubai, she suddenly felt a chill.

She subconsciously looked up and met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes in the rearview mirror.