Chen Huan saw Lin Zhiyi standing there in a daze and imdiately understood.
"He has a girlfriend? Haha, n are all like that, eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot."
"Could it be he’s afraid it’ll affect his work?" Lin Zhiyi instinctively found an excuse.
Chen Huan chuckled softly, "Do you believe that? Our studio doesn’t restrict relationships, not to ntion his girlfriend is an outsider, what does it have to do with his work? Claiming to have a girlfriend can actually avoid so unnecessary troubles."
"But in my view, there aren’t many good n in the arts; those artistic guys with bad tempers are even worse."
"Being dedicated to art doesn’t an being the sa to won."
Learned from experience.
Like her husband who was constantly unfaithful.
Lin Zhiyi scratched her head, thinking of Qiu Yang’s happy videos, unsure of what to make of them.
Coming back to her senses, she stood up and said, "Then I won’t disturb your recovery any longer, I’m heading back."
"Wait a mont." Chen Huan held her neck, "What does his death have to do with you?"
"For now, I’m not sure how to explain it to you."
Lin Zhiyi didn’t plan to tell her much.
As she turned to leave, Chen Huan laughed, "No worries about guarding against , but given that I’ve said so much, let participate in the event you’re organizing, and maybe I can tell you sothing."
Lin Zhiyi turned slightly to look at her.
Knew she had sothing up her sleeve.
She’s a woman who even controls her husband’s assets now.
"Alright, I agree to let you participate."
"When we were talking about him earlier, I rembered sothing. He seed to be constantly inquiring about Xue Man’s whereabouts and even caused a scene at Xue Man’s studio. Don’t forget, Xue Man was one of the judges that year, and it was an exception that the top three were allowed to intern at her studio, which led to everything that followed. Regardless, with the studio as a springboard, we’ve all developed quite well."
If Song Wanqiu hadn’t ssed things up, maybe she really would have made a na for herself, at least holding a position.
Lin Zhiyi responded with a "hmm": "Wait for a mont."
She felt a sense of unease.
After stepping out of the hospital room, she found Xue Man’s overseas phone number in her mobile.
It was a number Xue Man gave her after going abroad, thinking she’d never need it.
When the call connected, Xue Man sounded a bit surprised.
"Zhiyi?"
"President Xue, I want to ask you sothing, do you still rember Zhang Zhe?"
"Zhang Zhe?" Xue Man hesitated for a mont, then said, "The person who caused trouble at the studio and later called from abroad."
"What did you talk about?" Lin Zhiyi asked.
"He asked about the competition back then, whether the top three were predetermined. I was shocked and quickly denied it, then he asked if he could work at my studio. I felt his emotions were very unstable, so I politely declined. He just said he understood and hung up the phone."
"So he thought the competition was rigged?" Lin Zhiyi asked.
"At least Song Wanqiu definitely was, while you and Chen Huan were selected based on scores. If it wasn’t for Song Wanqiu, you would have been my top choice... But he was third, could that be what he’s thinking?" Xue Man froze.
"Thank you, President Xue, I’ll hang up now."
"Zhiyi, how have you been lately?" Xue Man called out to her.
"Mm, been doing well."
There was a brief pause on the other end, seemingly unsure how to continue, then laughed a little.
"Okay, goodbye."
Lin Zhiyi didn’t have ti for sentint and called Gong Chen back.
She truthfully relayed the gathered information to Gong Chen.
Gong Chen had also obtained so information.
"He committed suicide, the public reason was bankruptcy and debt, but it seems there’s more to it. Qiu Yang is probably seeking revenge for him."
"Song Wanqiu is already done for, leaving you and Chen Huan, since you both also blocked Zhang Zhe from getting ahead."
Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath: "But there’s no need to target just , right? Isn’t there still Chen Huan? She... wait a second, Third Young Master, don’t hang up, I’m going to confirm sothing."
"Mm."
Lin Zhiyi turned and ran back to the hospital room.
She approached Chen Huan: "Did you really accidentally fall down the stairs?"
Chen Huan rubbed her head: "If I say no, would you believe ? They all said I drank too much, that’s why I was hallucinating, but I always felt like soone pushed . But at the ti, I was drinking with a male model, not wanting to be seen, walking in areas without surveillance."
"You..."
"What? Only he can cheat? Even though I wish I could kick him away, our interests are too deeply intertwined, just dividing them would take a long ti. Do I have to stay chaste for him? What’s so charming about an old man compared to a younger guy?" Chen Huan said righteously.
"I an, aren’t you afraid I’ll tell?"
"You won’t." Chen Huan glanced at Lin Zhiyi, "Mind telling why you suddenly asked this?"
Lin Zhiyi no longer concealed it.
After all, when it involves lives, if sothing really happened, she’d regret it too.
"I suspect soone is targeting the top three from the competition that year."
"Targeting? Are you saying my injury... no wonder I clearly rembered standing inside the staircase, how could I have stepped off wrongly? But everyone said I drank too much and rembered wrong."
"Is there surveillance from other places?" Lin Zhiyi asked.
Chen Huan looked toward her assistant.
The assistant quickly opened his phone: "Here it is, but we’ve already checked, nothing unusual."
Lin Zhiyi stared at the screen, rembering she was still on the call with Gong Chen, and began narrating what she saw.
"Chen Huan left the private room visibly drunk, walking while supporting herself against the wall, but her walking posture showed she wasn’t so drunk that she was unaware of her actions."
"This corridor is dimly lit, but she knew how to avoid the green plants, indicating she was very familiar with her surroundings, even if drunk, she couldn’t have fallen downstairs on her own."
"However, there’s no surveillance outside the door at the end of the corridor, it’s probably a reserved exit for special guests."
Chen Huan suspiciously asked, "You could’ve just watched, why narrate it aloud?"
Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes to look at her.
"If you don’t want things to happen again, don’t ask so many questions."
Chen Huan pursed her lips and nodded.
Lin Zhiyi glanced at the ongoing phone call screen and continued to ask, "Chen Huan, can you go over again what happened after you went through that door?"
Chen Huan held her neck, trying to sit more comfortably.
"I go there often, so I’m quite familiar with it, and I asked my assistant to drive and wait at the exit downstairs, while I stood at the stairwell waiting for the elevator."
"The elevator is next to the staircase?" Lin Zhiyi asked curiously.
Chen Huan explained, "People often get drunk and vomit halfway. If they throw up in the elevator, there’s still the staircase to use, and vice versa, it doesn’t waste any ti."
"So that ans the person not only knows your whereabouts but also the internal layout of this place very well. If that’s the case... Chen Huan, have you felt like soone is following you lately?"
Lin Zhiyi had already thought of soone.
The persistent Qiu Yang.
She indeed had the ans to follow Chen Huan unnoticed.
Chen Huan was surprised, and indeed thought of sothing.
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