Chapter 316 – My Dear CEO Wife – The Exposed Lie (16)
Bai Tang, whose name had been called, had no choice but to step forward from the crowd.
The onlookers whispered among themselves, unwilling to believe that the boy was a plagiarist. He couldn’t even speak—how could he possibly confront Zu Shuang?
“Bai Tang, why did you plagiarize my design and then frame me?” Zu Shuang tearfully accused him, feigning weakness and illness, making the onlookers waver. She truly looked like the victim.
However, the boy’s first words caused an uproar.
“I have evidence to prove that you plagiarized my design.”
His soft voice was steady and firm, and he looked straight at Zu Shuang without flinching.
The boy’s confidence made Zu Shuang feel a twinge of guilt. Teacher Li said, “Bai Tang does indeed have evidence, and he gave me a copy.”
As he spoke, Teacher Li took out a voice recorder and pressed play under the questioning gazes of the crowd.
“Your design is gone—what can you do?”
“You’re just a helpless mute, while I’m the newly promoted designer at the Wen Group. I used your design; you should feel honored…”
Zu Shuang’s sweet voice was laced with provocation and malice. No one present expected such vicious words to come from this young girl.
Zu Shuang was usually a bit of a green tea type—her personality less than ideal—but no one expected her to be this cruel behind the scenes.
Faced with the pointing fingers and the instructors’ anger, Zu Shuang’s face turned deathly pale, whether from shame or fury.
Suddenly, she glanced at Bai Tang, who stood “high and mighty” beside her.
The fear and resentment in her heart swelled severalfold. Why had he survived such a calamity? Not only had he woken from his vegetative state, but he had also recovered from years of muteness—and even found a high-quality man like Wen Changhe as his boyfriend.
She couldn’t accept it.
Zu Shuang was ambitious yet delusional, someone who never looked inward for the cause of her failures. In her eyes, she was never at fault—the blame always lay with others, or with the world itself.
Hearing her mentor’s accusations, and especially seeing Wen Changrou’s disapproving gaze, Zu Shuang snapped. She convinced herself that it was all Bai Tang’s fault. If he hadn’t reported her, none of this would have happened.
She raised her hand—and slapped Bai Tang.
Zu Shuang’s sudden action caught everyone off guard. Just as she was about to strike Bai Tang, someone pulled her back from behind, causing the boy to stumble into a strong man’s chest.
“Tang Tang.” A deep, reassuring voice sounded from above him. Bai Tang looked up and saw Wen Changhe—who should have been waiting for him in the car.
It had already been an hour since Bai Tang got out of the car. Wen Changhe waited and waited, but Bai Tang didn’t return.
An hour was short, yet for Wen Changhe, it felt like a year. Overcome with worry, he finally got out of the car and entered the campus.
He couldn’t find the boy along the campus paths. After texting Wen Changrou, he learned that his boy was in the teachers’ office.
Thank goodness he came—thank goodness he arrived in time—otherwise his darling would have been slapped by that woman.
Wen Changhe exuded a powerful aura as he stepped into the office. Both teachers felt immense pressure, let alone Zu Shuang, who had just been exposed for plagiarism.
Zu Shuang suppressed her fear and took a step back.
Wen Changhe raised his hand, and Zu Shuang instinctively shut her eyes.
Hitting a woman was a shameful act for any man—and Wen Changhe, usually the epitome of restraint and gentlemanly conduct, nearly abandoned his principles when he saw Zu Shuang about to strike Bai Tang.
Instead, Wen Changhe reached past her and took the voice recorder from the instructor’s hand.
“If I hadn’t come in, would Tang Tang have kept this from me, hmm?” Wen Changhe asked, gently pinching the boy’s nose.
“N-no, that’s not it~” Bai Tang stammered nervously. He admitted it was wrong to keep the matter from Wen Changhe, but he had thought something so small didn’t need his intervention.
His partner was a man who handled major affairs; Bai Tang believed he could deal with minor ones himself.
But Wen Changhe didn’t see it that way. To him, Bai Tang had been wronged and had hidden it from him—and as a man, being unable to protect his beloved felt like failure and incompetence.
“I’ll discuss this with you when we get home.”
The man emphasized the word home—a word whose meaning only the two of them understood.
The boy quickly tried to placate him in a soft, coquettish tone. “A He, I was wrong~”
In the business world, Wen Changhe was impervious to both soft and hard tactics—but with Bai Tang, he was utterly defenseless.
He affectionately tapped the boy’s forehead. “You…”
“A He is the best…” Bai Tang murmured, knowing he had successfully coaxed him.
The onlookers, thoroughly fed up with the public display of affection, were only there for gossip, not some gluttonous show of love.
Having a partner doesn’t make you superior, does it?
Having a partner really make you superior…?
Wen Changhe addressed everyone present. “Regarding Zu Shuang’s plagiarism of Bai Tang’s graduation project, I will hand the matter over to my lawyers. Right and wrong will be judged fairly.”
The implication was clear: no matter how much Zu Shuang protested, it was useless—she could only wait to be sued.
Zu Shuang’s face turned ashen. Wen Changhe then asked the professor for Bai Tang’s graduation certificate.
Bai Tang sincerely thanked the professor. “Thank you for your guidance and care over the years.”
Professor Li waved his hand and smiled. “Hard work always pays off.”
Wen Changhe completely ignored Zu Shuang, took Bai Tang’s graduation certificate, and left with him.
The crowd automatically made way for them, only daring to speak once they had gone.
“Was that Wen Changhe? He’s so charismatic!”
“Ultimate boyfriend material, I love it…”
“I want a boyfriend like that too.”
Zu Shuang’s face turned pale once again. Wen Changrou walked up to her and said coldly, “Shuang Shuang, I really misjudged you.”
With that, Wen Changrou ran out of the office, her face full of betrayal, heartbreak, and regret. But once she reached the school path and realized no one was following her, she straightened her expression into calm composure.
Sigh, what a shame—someone with acting skills like that really deserves an Oscar.
In high spirits, Wen Changrou hummed a tune as she headed to her dormitory to pack her things and go home.
Meanwhile, Zu Shuang became infamous on campus, with people pointing and whispering wherever she went. Unlike Bai Tang, she couldn’t just walk away; she had to return to her dormitory to pack.
She lived in a four-person dormitory at the university. Besides Wen Changrou, the other two girls would pack their belongings and make insinuating remarks whenever Zu Shuang appeared. Though she felt extremely uncomfortable, they never mentioned her name outright, leaving her no excuse to lash out.
She packed slowly, deliberately stalling until the two girls were about to leave. Grabbing Wen Changrou, who was also preparing to go, she tried to play the victim.
“Rou Rou, let me explain—it’s not what you think…”
Zu Shuang seemed to have forgotten the incriminating contents of the recording she’d just heard in the office and still tried to force an explanation.
Wen Changrou immediately switched into her dramatic mode again. She appeared to soften at Zu Shuang’s pleading, even pausing mid-step with her suitcase. Seeing an opportunity, Zu Shuang hurried to explain…
The reckoning came swiftly—something Bai Tang hadn’t anticipated.
He thought that with a bit of coaxing, Wen Changhe would let the matter of keeping things from him slide.
However, when they got home, just as Bai Tang was changing into his pajamas, Wen Changhe suddenly grabbed him from behind, wrapped an arm around his waist, and gave his backside two light smacks.
The man’s strength wasn’t harsh, but the little squirrel was completely stunned.
Hadn’t they agreed not to hold it against him? Why was Wen Changhe going back on his word?
Bai Tang’s eyes silently accused him of breaking his promise.
Wen Changhe said calmly, “I told you we’d discuss this when we got home.”
Bai Tang wriggled out of Wen Changhe’s arms. “A He bullied me! I’m going to tell Auntie!”
He reached for the doorknob, but the quick-thinking man caught him again and pulled him back into his embrace.
“No one gets to look at Tang Tang except me…” Wen Changhe murmured, his gaze flickering downward.
Startled by his intensity, Bai Tang froze—and only then remembered he hadn’t even finished changing into his pajamas.
The boy pounded his fists lightly against the man’s chest. “It’s all A He’s fault! I almost embarrassed myself…”
“Yes, it’s my fault…” Wen Changhe’s voice deepened as his eyes darkened. He lowered his head and caught the boy’s lips in a sudden kiss.
“A He—mm…”
The unexpected kiss caught Bai Tang off guard, but he soon melted into it, his arms winding around the man’s neck.
The two lingered close, the room growing quiet and warm.
…
Later that night, Zu Shuang had just returned to her residence with her luggage when she suddenly received a phone call.
The caller introduced himself as the design director of the Liu Group, sincerely inviting her to join the company’s newly formed design team.
“Miss Zu’s design work is exceptional. Our company believes you’d be a perfect fit for our design department. If you join us, you’ll even represent the company in the international design competition later this year…”
That was his official pitch. In truth, he had already thoroughly investigated Zu Shuang’s background and personality. His real motive was her past connection with Wen Changrou—and her recent participation in Wen Group’s design competition.
There was a chance she still had access to Wen’s design drafts.
Zu Shuang initially wanted to refuse, but just as the words were about to leave her lips, she hesitated.
“I’ll think about it,” she said instead.
The man on the other end wasn’t angry.
“Alright, Miss Zu. I hope you can get back to us soon.”
The Liu Group’s benefits couldn’t compare to those of the Wen Group. Normally, no one would leave Wen’s to join Liu’s.
But the scene of Wen Changhe saying he would sue her was still fresh in Zu Shuang’s mind—she had to leave herself a way out.
Wen Changhe acted swiftly. Within just two days, a lawyer had already contacted Zu Shuang.
The lawsuit was inevitable.
She went to find Wen Changrou.
“Rou Rou, didn’t you say you’d persuade them not to sue me?”
Zu Shuang was furious. Wen Changrou had promised to go home and talk to Wen Changhe and Bai Tang, yet she still received a legal notice.
This time, Wen Changrou no longer bothered to keep up her act. She said coldly, “Zu Shuang, do you really take me for a fool?”
Something about her tone was off. Zu Shuang immediately dropped her arrogance—after all, the second Miss Wen was the one who truly had power.
Zu Shuang had been relying on her connection to Wen Changrou to throw her weight around at the company, making her colleagues miserable.
Did she really think that kind of behavior could stay hidden from upper management? What a joke.
Wen Changrou tossed the dismissal letter at her.
“Starting today, you’re fired. Pack up your things and get out—now.”
With that, the second Miss Wen turned on her eight-centimeter stilettos and left, her head held high, leaving Zu Shuang standing there, teeth clenched in fury.
She gripped the dismissal letter tightly.
This is all your fault—Wen Changrou, Wen Changhe, Bai Tang. You forced me into this. I’ll make every one of you pay.
Author’s Note :
All the face-slapping scenes were stolen by Wen Changrou.
As for Wen Changhe—what has he even been doing?
Just busy falling in love with Tang Tang, sigh…