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Chapter 671 External Pressure
The relationship between Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen gradually heats up, like new buds breaking through the soil in spring, bringing with them vigorous vitality and hope. The two are so immersed in this sweetness that they don't realize that a raging storm is quietly gathering in the dark, ready to break out.
Jiang Ciyou's husband, the man who selfishly abandoned her and eloped abroad with his mistress, causing her world to collapse in an instant, did not live as smoothly as expected. His investment failed, he was schemed against, and his wealth slipped away like sand in an hourglass. His once sworn love also became riddled with holes in the quagmire of reality. Seeing that the situation was not good, his mistress took away the remaining money and left him. With nowhere else to go, he returned to China in disgrace. After learning about Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen's relationship, his narrow and dark heart was instantly devoured by the poisonous flames of jealousy and unwillingness.
"Why does she do that? She's still living so well after being abandoned by me, and she's even hooking up with a man with such a powerful background!" Jiang Ciyou's husband gritted his teeth and muttered to himself in the dark and narrow rental house. The muscles on his face were twisted with anger, and his eyes were flashing with madness. "I must make her pay the price and take back everything that belongs to me!"
He began to use the few connections he had in the business circle, running around, making empty promises, and winning over those profit-seeking villains. In one drinking party after another, with red eyes, he drank one glass after another, confided his "grievances" to those so-called "friends", and fabricated all kinds of "evil deeds" of Jiang Ciyou, trying to incite them to put pressure on Jiang Ciyou together.
"Brother, you have to help me vent my anger! That woman, now that she has climbed up the social ladder, wants to step on me. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in this situation today?" He patted the shoulder of an old acquaintance, his mouth full of alcohol, but his eyes were sinister.
The man looked embarrassed, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded under the temptation of benefits: "Okay, for the sake of our many years of friendship, I will help you this time."
Soon, Jiang Ciyou felt the chill on the battlefield of business cooperation. The partner of the investment project that had been agreed upon suddenly regretted it for no reason, gave vague reasons, and just kept shirking and delaying. Jiang Ciyou took the initiative to communicate many times, but was met with indifference and perfunctory treatment.
"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang. Due to internal strategic adjustments in our company, this project cannot be carried out for the time being. Please look for another job." The partner's voice on the other end of the phone was cold and stiff. He hung up the phone in a hurry without waiting for Jiang Ciyou to speak again.
Jiang Ciyou tightly gripped the phone, her brows furrowed, her heart full of confusion and anxiety: "What's going on? Everything was clearly going well before, why did it suddenly change?" She had not yet realized that this was just the tip of the iceberg of her husband's conspiracy.
Soon after, more troubles ensued. Suppliers began to delay delivery without reason, giving a variety of excuses, such as shortage of raw materials or logistics problems. However, after in-depth investigation, Jiang Ciyou found that these were all excuses. There seemed to be an invisible hand behind the scenes controlling everything and deliberately making things difficult for her.
On the eve of the product launch, the venue that had been carefully prepared for months was suddenly informed that it could not be rented due to "force majeure". Jiang Ciyou rushed to the scene and looked at the blocked venue, anxious. She ran around to coordinate, but encountered obstacles everywhere. Everyone kept a distance from her, as if she had become a plague overnight.
"You can't do this! All my publicity has been sent out. How can we change the venue in time?" Jiang Ciyou shouted anxiously to the person in charge of the venue, his eyes red and his voice trembling a little.
The person in charge looked apologetic, but his eyes were evasive: "Ms. Jiang, I'm really sorry, this is a decision from above, and there's nothing we can do about it."
At the same time, Jiang Ciyou's husband's smear campaign was also fully launched in the public opinion field. He spent money to hire a group of Internet trolls to spread rumors on major social platforms and business forums, using every possible means.
"Have you heard about it? Jiang Ciyou used improper means to get to the top before, and now she has found a new sponsor and has left her original husband far behind. This kind of woman has a corrupt character!"
"That's right, her business, who knows how many shady things are behind it, don't be fooled!"
Malicious comments spread like a venomous snake, filling the Internet. People who did not know the truth were misled by these rumors and looked at Jiang Ciyou with disdain. Partners who had originally trusted her began to waver, and some potential customers also gave up the idea of cooperating with her.
Jiang Ciyou's friends were not spared either, and they kept receiving harassing phone calls and anonymous text messages, accusing them of being with Jiang Ciyou and "helping the evil." Her friends were worried about her, but they could do nothing to help her, so they could only comfort her over the phone: "Ciyou, don't pay too much attention to these rumors, we all know what kind of person you are, you must be strong!"
Jiang Ciyou sat in the office, looking at the disgusting comments on the computer screen, and her phone kept sending her friends' concerns and bad news about her business. She felt dizzy. She hugged her head tightly with both hands, as if she could block out the pressure. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
"Why? Why won't he let me go? I finally found the direction of my life again..." Jiang Ciyou murmured to herself, her voice full of endless pain and despair. At this moment, she was like a lonely boat in a storm, swaying and in danger of being swallowed by the huge waves at any time.
Lu Jingchen, on the other hand, had not yet fully understood the severity of this crisis. He was busy with the affairs of the family business, and when he occasionally contacted Jiang Ciyou, he only felt that her voice was full of fatigue, but he never thought that she was bearing such tremendous pressure alone.
Jiang Ciyou knew that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She had to cheer up and find a way to deal with this sudden predicament. But every way out seemed like a dead end, and the road ahead was dark. How could she break through these shackles and find her own light?