CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290: ACCUSING THE WRONG PERSON

"Alright, the charade is over. That’s enough."

Sang Ning raised her arm and made a gesture to signal them to stop, and the men in black immediately ceased their actions.

What happened next completely stunned Sang Ning.

These men in black actually exaggeratedly flopped onto the ground.

"Ah~ It hurts so much, I think I’ve broken a few ribs."

"Oh heavens, my hand feels terrible too, will I still be able to play games smoothly in the future?"

"I admit defeat, clearly I was outmatched."

Sang Ning: ???

If anyone was supposedly "outmatched," it should be her, right? Where on earth did Duan Wenhu find this bunch of drama kings?

"Mr. Qingyue, you saw it yourself—we really tried our best, but Sang Ning is just too formidable. Don’t blame us. When you get back, please say something nice to Sister Hui on our behalf!"

Even the driver couldn’t stay still after lying on the ground—he rolled several times and ended up face-to-face with Qingyue.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm." Qingyue, utterly drained of energy, could only make noncommittal sounds in response.

What he was really thinking inside was: Speak well of you guys? Speak well of **your mother**! If I don’t destroy you lot, I swear!

A group of people lay on the ground groaning in pain, but apart from Qingyue, everyone was faking it.

Sang Ning had already finished using Qingyue’s phone. She crouched down and held the screen right in front of him.

Right now, Qingyue’s phone was displaying the interface of his Weibo account.

Qingyue didn’t want to look. He knew that whatever Sang Ning wanted to show him was definitely bad news and tried hard to turn his head away to look elsewhere.

But Sang Ning was relentless, determined to make sure Qingyue took a good look at the screen.

She held the phone in her left hand and firmly gripped Qingyue’s forehead with her right hand, forcing his head to stay still and shoving the phone right in front of his eyes.

"See this? Thought you had guts, didn’t you? Thought you’d rather get beaten to death than beg for mercy, huh? Well, are you ready to beg now?" Sang Ning’s voice was icy cold, sounding like the voice of a devil to Qingyue.

Pinned down by Sang Ning, Qingyue had no escape, though he could still close his eyes and refuse to look.

However, just as he was about to shut his eyes, he inadvertently caught sight of the screen.

To his terror, the screen displayed candid photos Sang Ning had taken of him and Duan Wenhu getting intimate.

Even worse, Sang Ning had logged into his Weibo account and posted these photos using his account.

No captions, just pure images. But that was more than enough to set off waves of chaos.

In these pictures, Duan Wenhu’s face wasn’t even blurred—it was crystal clear on the screen, leaving no room for denial.

Qingyue felt his mind go blank. His blood seemed to freeze solid. He was utterly doomed!

"Sang Ning, I’m going to sue you. You’re violating my privacy!" Qingyue roared in anger, his newfound rage granting him the strength to speak again. He glared at her with bloodshot eyes and struggled to get up, as if intent on killing Sang Ning and going down with her.

Sang Ning blinked innocently: "What are you talking about? Didn’t you accidentally post those photos yourself?"

"You..." Qingyue was so furious he felt like his head would explode, yet he quickly swallowed his pride to minimize the damage, lowering his head in surrender. "I beg you—just this once—please delete these photos. What you’re doing will really ruin me."

Sang Ning blinked a few more times, her tone dripping with schadenfreude: "Too late. Seems like someone’s already commented on your Weibo post. Chances are, they’ve saved screenshots while commenting. Didn’t you say you wanted to become the hottest figure online? Here’s your big break!"

"You..." Qingyue had a mountain of curses he wanted to hurl at Sang Ning, but not a single complete sentence came out.

His entire body lost all strength as he lay limp on the ground, staring at the ceiling with a face full of despair. The overwhelming hopelessness eclipsed even the physical pain.

This time, he was truly finished!

Just then, Sang Ning seemed to hear the sound of police sirens. As the noise grew louder, bright lights began streaming in from the factory’s rolling door.

The men in black who had been acting instantly dropped the pretense, getting up briskly with no trace of hesitation.

"Crap, there really are cops here! Let’s get the hell out, folks—I’d rather not end up back in jail!"

"How? This area is so wide open. Running now would just make us perfect targets!"

"Can’t run, can’t stay... Guess we’ll just keep playing dead and shove all the blame on Sang Ning!"

Once someone proposed this idea, all the men in black who had stood up promptly lay back down again, groaning and writhing dramatically on the ground.

Sang Ning: ???

The light outside grew increasingly harsh, and judging by the sirens, multiple police cars had already arrived outside the door.

Well-trained footsteps echoed, and someone shouted as they burst into the factory: "Police! Hands on your head! Get down and don’t move!"

The factory was instantly flooded with beams from police flashlights. Sang Ning glanced toward the door and caught sight of Shen Fang.

Li Juezhou had somehow contacted Shen Fang directly again after all, repeatedly troubling him. Sang Ning couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

To be safe, Sang Ning had brought along a miniature device with positioning and listening functions disguised as a hairpin.

The device’s terminal was in Li Juezhou’s possession. With the push of a button, Li Juezhou could monitor her movements in real time.

Before heading here, she’d informed Li Juezhou that if anything happened to her, he should call for police intervention immediately.

But now it seemed her situation wasn’t as bad as expected; Li Juezhou’s alarm might have been somewhat unnecessary.

"Officer, this woman kidnapped and beat us! You have to stand up for us!" one of the men in black exclaimed, attempting to pin the blame on her first.

Shen Fang glanced at the man coldly: "A young girl, kidnapping and beating over a dozen of you? Are you delusional or am I? Even a ten-year psychiatric patient wouldn’t spout such nonsense."

Tonight, Qingyue had come to commit wrongdoing, so he should’ve naturally feared the police. But at this moment, it felt to him like the cavalry had arrived to save him—there might still be hope.

"Officer, Sang Ning didn’t just attack me; she also hacked into my Weibo to post inappropriate photos. Can you delete the post for me and arrest her? I want to file charges—a serious lawsuit against her!"

At this point, Qingyue wasn’t scared anymore, having shifted his role from perpetrator to victim. In this situation, whoever was weaker had the advantage.

Shen Fang instructed his colleagues to detain the others, leaving just him, Sang Ning, and Qingyue alone together.

His sharp gaze locked onto Sang Ning, but it seemed he had no intention of apprehending her.

Calmly, Sang Ning wrapped one of Qingyue’s hands in her sleeve and used the other sleeve to meticulously wipe away any fingerprints left on his phone.

When she was sure she’d removed all traces of her prints, she grabbed Qingyue’s hand and pressed it firmly against the phone screen, leaving behind his fingerprints instead.

Finally, right under Shen Fang’s gaze, she nonchalantly slipped Qingyue’s phone back into his pants pocket.

With the task complete, Sang Ning leaned down and whispered close to Qingyue’s ear: "You poor idiot. Did you really not know? Wen Jiu’s dating the officer standing right in front of you. Go ahead, file your report—just make sure you don’t file it against the wrong person."