Chapter Thirteen: The Beauty Born from a Missing Brainstem

Now everyone was truly afraid.

After all, most of the gossip revolved around how Jiang Nanxing had climbed into Sheng Ting’s bed and whatnot.

They forced smiles, trying to convince themselves it was all just a joke, casual talk.

But under Jiang Nanxing’s calm smile, they could no longer argue.

They realized that if Jiang Nanxing really reported it to the police, they would be finished.

When Jiang Nanxing felt the moment was right, she leisurely spoke again, “We’re all workers here. I can understand why there’s so much hostility toward me.”

“After all, no one wants to work themselves to exhaustion only to lose out to someone who takes shortcuts.”

She sighed, “But sometimes, you have to realize that words can be terrifying.”

“When you’re not sure, it’s better not to spread things wildly.”

“Especially when it comes to making up slanderous rumors—do you really think that’s honorable?”

Hearing this, they realized Jiang Nanxing wasn’t planning to call the police after all.

Immediately, they bowed and apologized profusely, some even slapping their own mouths to show sincerity.

As long as it didn’t escalate to police involvement, what did it matter?

This was a classic slap on the face followed by a sweet treat.

Because Jiang Nanxing still needed them.

She continued, “Workers shouldn’t attack each other; we should help one another, right?”

At this, they naturally tried to appease her, agreeing repeatedly.

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Jiang Nanxing’s mouth. “In the end, everyone is basically kind-hearted.”

“If I were a worker worse off than you, you’d help me, wouldn’t you?”

They nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes, of course we would.”

Though in truth, they didn’t take it to heart.

Some even looked down on her, thinking, since she was involved with President Qin, how could she be worse off than them?

Jiang Nanxing ignored their thoughts. “I suppose you wouldn’t want me to report this, so you must keep your word.”

Now they finally sensed something was off.

But they couldn’t quite place what.

Before they could figure it out, Jiang Nanxing lightly dropped, “I recorded everything too. See you next time.”

Then she left.

Their expressions turned sour.

Though they still didn’t understand what Jiang Nanxing truly intended, the leverage was undeniably in her hands.

Someone spoke up, “Do we really have to fear her reporting to the police? So many people get slandered every day, and the police can’t handle it all, right?”

An employee who never got involved with Jiang Nanxing’s gossip passed by slowly holding a cup of water. “I don’t know if calling the police is that serious, but I do know if Jiang Nanxing posts those recordings online, your work and life will probably be completely ruined.”

“These days, there are still many netizens who stand for justice.”

Several people showed regretful expressions. “We’ll just have to wait and see what Jiang Nanxing really wants to do.”

The next day, Jiang Nanxing filed for labor arbitration.

First came the pre-litigation mediation.

As Jiang Nanxing expected, Sheng Ting scoffed, calling her unreasonable and accusing her of making trouble to seek attention.

He made it clear she wouldn’t get a penny from him.

He didn’t even show up and had the company’s staff send Jiang Nanxing and her group away.

Very well.

Mediation failed.

That meant the case would be formally accepted.

During this time, Jiang Nanxing uploaded the recordings and videos from the mediation day, along with evidence that she worked as Sheng Ting’s nanny and secretary without a labor contract or payment.

Qin Jiu was responsible for buying online followers and trending topics.

The system 240 volunteered to help, but Jiang Nanxing declined.

Since she was working with Qin Jiu, she wanted him to have some involvement.

Given Sheng Ting’s high profile online as the male lead, Jiang Nanxing’s case quickly stirred netizen discussion.

Indeed, most were fellow workers who empathized, saying they had seen exploiters but never anyone so oppressive.

Of course, some expressed doubt.

They questioned how such a large company could do such a thing.

Others thought it was a publicity stunt, suspecting she might be about to start product endorsements.

Jiang Nanxing’s uneasy colleagues finally understood her intent.

She wanted them to speak up for her.

But doing so meant they would definitely lose their current jobs.

Sheng Ting still didn’t care, merely sneering without any intention of managing the public relations, saying, “Let her make a fuss.”

He still thought Jiang Nanxing was just making a small scene.

Sheng Ting’s continued cluelessness left Qin Jiu deeply silent.

He wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say.

Jiang Nanxing smiled. “It must be embarrassing, having such a fool as your opponent.”

Qin Jiu helplessly rubbed his forehead. “Indeed.”

“If he were normal, he’d know what kind of trouble this would cause.”

“At least some PR effort should be made.”

Jiang Nanxing shrugged and smirked. “Obviously, our Sheng President isn’t exactly normal.”

He was still legally illiterate.

But if he weren’t, he wouldn’t be the outlaw in the story.

Many netizens eagerly awaited an official statement from Sheng Ting’s company.

Yet there was no response.

He was busy buying yachts to court Yao Xinyue.

Before the court hearing, the auction mission checkpoint was approaching: auction event, falsely accused of theft, being stripped to prove innocence.

The first two tasks were easy to accomplish.

The last one—being stripped to prove innocence—was much harder.

It was a matter of social status.

In the story, everyone looked down on Jiang Nanxing, and she had no capital.

That’s why they dared to do it.

Now, Jiang Nanxing wanted Sheng Ting stripped, but very few dared to do that.

So she passed this tough problem to Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu looked up from his documents, a strange expression on his face. “Strip whose clothes?”

Jiang Nanxing answered calmly, “Sheng Ting.”

She explained the process: “At the auction, I’ll accuse him of theft, then have someone strip him to find the stolen item.”

Qin Jiu’s expression was complicated; he opened his mouth several times, trying to speak.

After a long pause, he asked with difficulty, “May I ask, Miss Jiang, why do you want to do this?”

Jiang Nanxing answered matter-of-factly, “To humiliate him.”

Qin Jiu knew Jiang Nanxing had an unusual obsession with humiliating Sheng Ting.

But there were many ways to humiliate him; it didn’t have to be something so abstract.

He kindly suggested, “How about a different way to humiliate him?”

Jiang Nanxing refused, “No, it has to be this.”

“Just think of it as my personal hobby.”

Qin Jiu tried to read a trace of humor on her face. There was none, absolutely none.

Well, he didn’t understand, but he respected it.

Even he found it hard to come up with a way to force Sheng Ting to be stripped.

He pressed his temples, “You really gave me a tough problem.”

Jiang Nanxing frowned, “Indeed, no one dares to do this.”

Qin Jiu gave a bitter smile, “It’s not that no one dares to do it.”