Chapter 173: The Voice Recording Appeared On The School Forum

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Voice Recording Appeared On The School Forum

A deep sense of amusement washed over him.

His younger sister was genuinely a fascinating creature. Even when she was experiencing absolute joy or indulging in her favourite foods, she adamantly refused to let her face betray her internal emotions.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Qiao Meixia finished the last morsel of dessert. She set her spoon down neatly, extracted a linen napkin to dab at the corners of her mouth, and smoothly reached down to zip up her school backpack, signalling that her brief visit had concluded.

"You are already heading out?" Jiang Suhan asked, a hint of surprise colouring his voice as he watched her prep for departure.

"Hmm..." Qiao Meixia nodded once.

She had accomplished the entirety of her mission. She had inspected the office architecture, finalised the wall placement, and gathered the exact environmental data required to fuel her creative process.

With no remaining business to transact in the building, she saw zero logical reason to linger.

Jiang Suhan observed her quiet efficiency for a heartbeat before offering a soft concession. "Ah, I understand."

As she moved toward the door, a sudden wave of nostalgia hit him, reminding him of previous visits from Jiang Yanna.

Whenever Jiang Yanna dropped by his corporate headquarters, she treated the trip like a social tour. She would spend considerable time strolling through the open-plan departments, flashing practiced smiles at every junior employee, and initiating superficial small talk with whoever crossed her path just to build up social capital.

Naturally, the corporate staff always treated her with exaggerated politeness because she was the president’s acknowledged daughter, often bending over backward to cater to her whims whenever she graced the floor.

Initially, Jiang Suhan had harboured a subconscious expectation that Qiao Meixia might adopt a similar social routine when visiting her family’s enterprise.

However, he had momentarily overlooked a fundamental aspect of her personality.

Qiao Meixia possessed a deep, intrinsic aversion to pointless social pleasantries, particularly when dealing with total strangers. She was not the type to wander aimlessly around a corporate bullpen hunting for idle chatter, nor would she occupy physical space somewhere without a concrete, functional objective.

The second her task was completed, her immediate instinct was to evacuate the premises.

"Allow me to walk you down to the lobby." Jiang Suhan offered, standing up from his executive chair.

"Unnecessary. You should return to your corporate duties." Qiao Meixia rejected the offer casually.

"Don’t worry about it. A corporate president is allowed to slack off for a brief ten minutes." Jiang Suhan chuckled, flashing a relaxed, fraternal grin that showed he had zero intention of backing down.

Qiao Meixia cast a sideways glance at his persistent expression but chose not to waste breath arguing. Since her older brother was determined to play the escort, she permitted him to tag along.

After all, she stood to lose nothing by letting him walk her to the elevator. And so, Jiang Suhan and Qiao Meixia stepped out of the private office side-by-side.

As they navigated the open-plan executive floor toward the lift banks, dozens of corporate employees surreptitiously tracked their movements. Some frantically pretended to hammer away at their keyboards, while others risked bold, sideways glances out of the corners of their eyes to observe the rare spectacle.

Now that the siblings were walking in close physical proximity, the genetic blueprint became glaringly impossible to ignore.

The physical resonance between the company president and his newly found younger sister was unmistakable.

One possessed an imposing, striking masculine presence, while the other radiated a cool, magnetic, yet remarkably androgynous aura of striking beauty.

The visual symmetry amused the watching staff to no end. Qiao Meixia’s bone structure and sharp eye shape were direct carbon copies of Jiang Suhan’s, albeit cast in a softer, fiercely youthful feminine mold.

However, despite their bubbling curiosity, not a single employee dared utter a whisper, not with the formidable presence of their boss striding right beside her.

When they finally descended to the ground floor, Jiang Suhan accompanied Qiao Meixia straight out of the elevator cabin and guided her across the marble lobby toward the rotating glass exit doors.

Shen Weiwei, who had been lingering near the front reception desk trying to make herself look invisible after her catastrophic morning blunder, immediately froze in her tracks as they approached.

The second she laid eyes on Jiang Suhan personally escorting Qiao Meixia out the front entrance with such an obvious display of affectionate protection, the last remaining colour drained entirely from her face.

It was one thing to finally absorb the shocking truth that Qiao Meixia was Director Jiang’s biological sister.

It was an entirely different, infinitely more terrifying nightmare to witness the director himself treating her with such profound, undeniable privilege and care.

Shen Weiwei could only stand frozen like a statue, shivering with sheer existential dread as she watched the two of them glide past her toward the exit.

....

The next morning, the official school forum exploded with frantic activity and endless threads. Someone had uploaded an anonymous audio recording, and every student who listened to it was utterly shocked by the sinister dialogue coming out of the speakers.

The student body immediately began speculating about who those boys were, and more importantly, who owned the targeted vehicles they had casually planned to sabotage.

Someone must have hidden an audio recorder directly near their bikes and successfully captured the whole conversation.

It did not take long for the school administration to catch wind of the viral post. They immediately treated the situation with extreme severity because, in the audio file, the delinquents explicitly bragged about their ability to bypass and disable the campus CCTV security system for a specified period of time. That implied a direct, high-level cyber breach of the school’s internal infrastructure.

Hannan First High School was a prestigious, top-tier elite institution. Consequently, the board of directors and executive administration placed immense importance on campus safety and security protocols. They could not afford to be even slightly careless regarding such threats, given that the vast majority of their enrolled students hailed from prominent, powerful family.

If a major, calculated crime occurred on school property, the fallout would be catastrophic, and the institution’s pristine global reputation could be completely ruined. They simply could not allow a disaster like that to transpire.

Meanwhile, the group of male students whose actual voices had been captured in the audio clip were plunged into absolute panic by the sudden exposure. They had never anticipated in a million years that Qiao Meixia would have installed a covert recording device nearby, capturing their entire conversation without a single one of them noticing.

"Are you guys seriously 100% sure that a high-tech setup like that actually belongs to that girl?" One of the nervous boys in the group asked in a hushed, trembling voice.

"What are you implying? That someone else coincidentally recorded us?" Another boy shot back anxiously.

"You guys literally hovered all around that superbike, right?! Did you spot anything weird or out of place on the frame at the time?"

"If it was not her, then who else on earth could it possibly have been?!"

The group fell into a heavy, suffocating silence. Not a single one of them had the faintest clue who could have planted such a high-end recording mechanism there.

"Look, all of us need to keep our mouths completely shut about this. No one is allowed to utter a single word about what happened, got it?!" The ringleader snapped through clenched teeth.

"Got it, Boss!"

Another individual who had been spiraling into a total panic ever since the forum thread went live was Jiang Chinan. The second he read the transcribing comments, he instantly remembered the dirty plot he had set in motion the previous week.

"Chinan, what on earth is wrong with you? Your face is completely pale right now. Are you feeling sick or something?" One of his classmates asked, noticing his terrified, unnatural expression.

"No... No! It’s nothing at all!" Jiang Chinan shook his head violently, swallowing hard.

Of course, he did not dare utter a single syllable about the truth. If anyone ever uncovered his direct involvement in hiring those hoodlums, he would not just face severe disciplinary expulsion from the school board. He might also suffer brutal, unforgiving punishment from the Jiang family patriarchs.

The mere thought of that outcome made his blood run cold.

Jiang Chinan desperately forced himself to regain his composure. He repeatedly reminded himself that his own voice had never appeared in the leaked audio file. He had not used his personal phone line to contact those thugs, either. Furthermore, he had paid them strictly in physical cash without ever meeting them face-to-face.

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