"I hope women will never bear unwarranted stigmas again. The above is all I have to add."
Thunderous applause instantly swallowed up Luo Wanqing. Many media clapped and applauded, and the hall suddenly became a sea of spotlights.
Luo Wanqing smiled softly and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.
She looked sideways at the host and said, "That's it."
The ceremony continued as normal, and Luo Wanqing returned to his original position with eyes full of admiration.
Gu Lanchen's face improved a lot. She picked up the man's hand, looked up and down, left and right, and finally rubbed the back of his hand with her soft fingers.
Luo Wanqing lowered her voice and spoke in a low voice.
"You are too impulsive. That kind of person is not worth taking action at all."
"I just can't stand listening to it."
"Look at you, the backs of your hands are all red."
Even though he was blaming, Luo Wanqing's eyes were filled with a hint of sweetness.
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The heroic girl speaks with sonorous and forceful words, her eyes seem to be shining, calling on every woman to face up to her own dignity and say no to all moral kidnapping and victim-guilt theory.
In one night, this video could be said to have traveled to every corner of the country.
Luo Wanqing has become an emerging idol for many online surfing girls.
"It's time for women to say no to kidnapping! Let's support it!"
"Help, this sister is too handsome! Is there a Weibo? Let me follow it angrily!"
"This girl looks familiar. She has been on many hot searches before. She has a pretty face that can make a living just by smiling, but she works hard. She seems to be the sole heir to a medical family."
"Oh my god! What kind of fairy character is this? If I fall in love with you, my sister will marry me!"
"..."
After the ceremony, when Luo Wanqing came out after finishing his work, it was already six or seven o'clock in the evening.
The days in winter are always so short, and when you look up, you can't even see any light.
A low-key and luxurious car was speeding along the highway. Luo Wanqing was half nestled in Gu Lanchen's arms, flipping through the comments in the Weibo comment section.
Although there are some hopping men who come out, they are just the tip of the iceberg. Normal men and little girls still have more supporters.
"It seems that your speech is very important."
A few words fell softly from the top of his head, and then the doting hands came up to rub him.
The corners of Luo Wanqing's mouth were slightly raised, and her delicate little face was peaceful.
"I'm not really excited because I became popular. I just think it's great that my speech can be recognized and heard by so many people."
"With the gradual awakening of female consciousness in the new era, the idea of bravely saying no is gradually spreading. Sooner or later, shady rats like Song Changheng will be exposed to the sun."
As soon as he finished speaking, a message slipped into Luo Wanqing's mobile phone.
She clicked, and immediately the photo and a large number of details came into her eyes.
Luo Wanqing straightened his back and patted the car seat in front of him.
"Master driver, let's go to No. 37 Wutong South Road."
This is the junction of the old city and the new city. It is far from Gushi and the commuting time is not short.
Because of the low weather, the old house was increasingly shrouded in a layer of low pressure. Luo Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at the lighted windows on the second floor, walked into the corridor and went straight to the house with the lights on.
"Dong dong dong——"
"Who is it?"
A sharp female voice sounded inside the door. Luo Wanqing said nothing and raised her hand to knock again.
"Who is it?"
The woman opened the door angrily, and when she saw the person coming, her face immediately turned pale.
She raised her hand to tuck the hanging strands of hair behind her ears, and pulled into the half-exposed bath towel. Her expression was as unwelcome as ever, but...a little more panicked.
"why you."
Luo Wanqing's sharp eyes saw men's high-end leather shoes and cigarette ashes randomly placed at the door.
Immediately it became clear to him, Luo Wanqing said bluntly, "Is it convenient? Let's talk."
"What do we have to talk about?"
Song Yayue said angrily and hurriedly wanted to close the door.
Seeing that the door was about to close tightly, Luo Wanqing reached out and grabbed the door panel.
The chat record covered with text and photos was pasted on the other party's face by Luo Wanqing. Seeing that Song Yayue's eyes were obviously dazed, Luo Wanqing spoke.
"Here is the evidence that you bribed that reporter to cause trouble at my opening ceremony. I may hand over these things at any time."
The corner of her mouth tightened, and Song Yayue's face looked extremely ugly, "Why do you think it's me!"
"I used hacker encryption technology for that Weibo post. Only you, the Song family, know that I was the heroine that day. If you still don't believe it, maybe I still have the audio of your call?"
As soon as these words came out, the last arrogance on Song Yayue's face disappeared.
She bit her lip and closed the door, "Wait a few minutes, the house is a little messy."
The door was closed, and Luo Wanqing took a step back.
A big hand reached out from behind her and wiped the frost off her scarf.
With an untimely sweet feeling in her heart, Luo Wanqing turned around and smiled deeply at Gu Lan.
Their eyes looked at each other, as if they were drawn together.
Suddenly.
The door to the side was opened, and a man in a suit came out. Luo Wanqing recognized him. He seemed to have met him at an expensive cocktail party before.
"come in."
Song Yayue's voice in the room drew Luo Wanqing's gaze back, and Luo Wanqing stepped into the house and closed the door.
After the fall of the Song family, Song Changheng fled with a huge sum of money, and all the Song family's houses and cars were sold.
Song Yayue used to be a noble young lady, but now she has moved here, commuting for at least an hour each way every day, and making a living by working at Gu's.
It is easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to simplicity. There have long been rumors in the company that Song Yayue is willing to become anything in the circle for money. Luo Wanqing didn't believe it at first, but now it turns out that it is really the case.
Luo Wanqing sat down on the sofa and took a quick glance at Song Yayue. All that was left in Song Yayue's pitiful body was the useless arrogance of a spoiled child.
"I can see that you are very short of money."
Her face was startled, turning blue and purple for a moment. Song Yayue grabbed the bathrobe with one hand and covered the hickeys on her chest.
Her tone was still pitiful, "Are you here just to humiliate me? To threaten me with that evidence?"
"of course not."
Luo Wanqing clasped his hands together and placed them on his knees.
She was half-leaning on the back of the sofa, her dignified look somewhat out of place here.
"Those are just my greeting gifts. I'm here to discuss business."
Luo Wanqing got straight to the point and said it bluntly.
"Jiang Luo stole the "Essays on Medical Practice" before. That book was left by my grandfather. I hope you can help me find this notebook."