Chapter 1682 - 683: The So-Called "Truth

Chapter 1682: Chapter 683: The So-Called "Truth

Jiang Qingkui initially didn’t want to answer the phone at this moment.

But the phone kept ringing, and considering the caller was using her private number, Jiang Qingkui eventually signaled to the two of them, then got up and took out her phone.

Seeing the caller ID, Jiang Qingkui couldn’t help but show surprise.

"Hello, Wenxi, what’s up?"

The caller was Xu Wenqian, and Jiang Qingkui’s surprise was because Xu Wenqian rarely called a second time when her first call wasn’t answered.

The fact that she did this only meant she really had something urgent.

"Sister Qingkui, um... is the boss at the company?"

"He was here earlier, but he’s left. Why are you asking?"

"Because I can’t reach the boss, he seems to not be at home either, and the calls won’t go through..."

"Wenxi, what’s going on, why are you in such a hurry to find Mr. Zhou?"

Upon hearing Xu Wenqian say she also couldn’t reach Zhou Wang, Jiang Qingkui instinctively glanced at Ding Yi and Jiang Mo on the sofa.

But she knew very well, if Zhou Wang was unreachable only temporarily, Xu Wenqian wouldn’t be so anxious, and she was clearly a bit hesitant, which only meant something Jiang Qingkui didn’t know had happened.

"..."

Sure enough, Xu Wenqian suddenly fell silent, validating Jiang Qingkui’s suspicions.

But Jiang Qingkui didn’t urge her, she just held the phone, silently waiting as well.

Eventually, Xu Wenqian gave in, hesitantly saying: "Sister Qingkui, um, why don’t you go online and check, I really don’t know how to explain..."

Go online?

Upon hearing these two words, perhaps because of the previous incidents, Jiang Qingkui squinted, disregarding how Ding Yi and Jiang Mo might react, she directly walked behind her desk and motioned to Xu Lingyue.

"Yueyue, compile all the headline news and social media real-time hot topics for me."

Although Xu Lingyue was puzzled, she quickly walked over, and after some simple operations on the AI engine installed in the office software, all the screens on the desk showed the trending news in real-time.

Then, without Jiang Qingkui needing to remind her, Xu Lingyue narrowed the keywords to "Wangzhou Group," "Zhou Wang," etc., filtering out a batch of miscellaneous news, and arranged them by weight. On the central screen, a video suddenly popped up.

The video was first released by a certain Hong Kong Island entertainment website, with a bold headline that was highly eye-catching—

[Two top female stars competing for favor, staging a real-life ’palace drama’... Who is the ’Emperor’?]

On the video’s cover, divided by a line, there were two photos.

The woman on the left had a standard oval face, bright and rounded deer-like eyes, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, exuding both vivacity and sweetness.

The woman on the right had striking features, both exotic and elegantly Eastern, with superior bone structure that could shame most Huaxia women.

Jiang Qingkui never followed celebrities, she knew little about stars in the entertainment circle.

But coincidentally, she happened to know both women.

One had appeared at a charity gala, accompanied by elders—Xia Xiwei.

The other’s information was still at the bottom of Jiang Qingkui’s drawer, one of the rumored female celebrities supposedly involved with Zhou Wang—Miss Di.

But the title of this video...

Jiang Qingkui kept a straight face, only her gaze grew colder. She ended the call with Xu Wenqian and grabbed the mouse from Xu Lingyue, whose expression showed some trepidation, turned the volume to maximum, and played the video.

The camera quality wasn’t very clear, occasionally blocked by leaves, making the angle quite awkward, but due to the proximity, it was still clear enough to see two women confronting each other in a corner of the garden.

It was Xia Xiwei and Miss Di.

Soon, clear voices of their conversation came through:

"Sister Di, when you were in Seoul, Korea a few days ago, did you attend Zhou Wang’s banquet?"

"Yes, there’s nothing to hide about that."

"But I heard...sis, you stayed at the manor until late night, only leaving at around two or three in the morning?"

"...No comment!"

"Sister Di, Zhou Wang is my man."

"Hah."

As the video played to this point, a vaguely meaningful chuckle came from behind Jiang Qingkui.

Jiang Qingkui turned around, it was Ding Yi and Jiang Mo who, unbeknownst to her, had also moved behind the desk, watching the video intently.

Jiang Mo seemed somewhat reluctant to come over, and Ding Yi had pulled her along.

Ding Yi shrugged apologetically at Jiang Qingkui, who remained silent, turned back, and continued watching the video.

"How could you and Zhou Wang... I’ve never heard of this."

"There are many things you don’t know."

"..."

The video wasn’t long, even without any editing, lasting only two or three minutes, but this short conversation video had comments exceeding "ten thousand+" posted just 10 minutes after its release, and the number of comments exploded as the webpage auto-refreshed.

Jiang Qingkui wasn’t in the mood to examine these comments closely, her eyes hurriedly scanned past to the most-liked comment:

"Who is Zhou Wang? Kneeling."

On the other screens on the desk, various social platforms and news media kept bringing up articles reposting the original video, each title was equally attention-grabbing.