She walked into the studio, finding it in disarray with the staff keeping their distance.
Only Zhuo Feng stepped forward to intervene, "Enough! Our Director Wen isn't here, so stop this madness."
Wen Yan's lips curved into a smile, realizing her initial choice had been correct.
Wang Yan scoffed upon hearing this, "What are you, to dare speak to me like that!"
As she spoke, she went into a frenzy, shoving all the books on the desk to the floor.
Even Zhuo Feng, usually good-tempered, felt the urge to retaliate, but Wen Yan's voice was cold, "Zhuo Feng, stop."
Seeing Wen Yan's return, Zhuo Feng immediately felt a sense of reassurance.
The other staff members, seeing Wen Yan standing there with her commanding presence, greeted her, "Director Wen."
Wen Yan gave a soft hum.
She understood the ways of survival in the workplace better than anyone.
Hearing Wen Yan's voice, a flicker of anger crossed Wang Yan's eyes. She turned and pointed at Wen Yan's nose, yelling, "You little bitch, you're so heartless! You dare to ruin my face, I'll tear you apart!"
As she spoke, she angrily reached out, clawing towards Wen Yan's face.
Wen Yan recognized her then, recalling she was a model from Luo Mei Company, Wang Yan.
At this moment, Wang Yan's hair was disheveled, her left cheek swollen like a bun, and her entire face bore various shades of bruising, making her look like a madwoman.
If she hadn't seen Wang Yan a few days prior and had some recollection, she might not have recognized her.
However, Wang Yan's accusation that she had ruined her face was something Wen Yan would not accept.
Wen Yan caught Wang Yan's hand and retorted sarcastically, "Miss Wang, if you're sick, you should see a psychiatrist as soon as possible. Don't act like a rabid dog, biting anyone you see. Also, if Director Luo knew you looked like this, I wonder if he'd still let you be a model."
Wang Yan froze, her eyes blazing, "You little bitch, you dare say the injuries on my face aren't your doing?"
Wang Yan's voice was loud, her heart seething with anger.
Last night, on her way home, her car tires were punctured, her head was covered, she was beaten, and then left hanging all night.
She believed that given her background, no one would target her, except for that little bitch Wen Yan who held a grudge against her.
Once she figured this out, she immediately had people track down Wen Yan's studio and came for revenge!
Wen Yan found it amusing, "Whoever I have a grudge against, I settle it on the spot. I never stoop to such despicable tactics."
"Besides, why would I wait until the next day to hit you?"
Wang Yan clearly didn't believe her, her resentful gaze seeming to want to pierce Wen Yan, "You little bitch, you're the only one who has a grudge against me. You say you didn't do it, do you think I'd believe you?"
Wen Yan was speechless, "Now that you mention it, I do recall being followed the day before yesterday and almost attacked yesterday. Was that your doing?"
Wang Yan's face changed drastically, her eyes flickering, "Don't slander me. What does your being attacked have to do with me?"
As she spoke, her hands nervously twisted together.
Wen Yan noticed Wang Yan's expression and her small movements, a suspicion dawning in her heart. She then said calmly, "Didn't you just say you had a grudge against me?"
"You..." Wang Yan grew flustered, cold sweat forming into dense beads on her forehead.
Those two useless fools couldn't even handle a small matter. Now, seeing Wen Yan's sharp tongue, she was even more enraged.
At this moment, Wen Yan was certain that the man who tried to kill her yesterday was undoubtedly connected to Wang Yan.
Perhaps Wang Yan had even sent him.
Thinking this, her anger surged.
If Wang Yan was truly responsible, she would never let her off the hook.
Wang Yan's face darkened, "Don't blame everything on me. What does your being followed and attacked have to do with me?"
She was too lazy to bicker with Wang Yan now and said, "Oh really? Then bring the two people who followed me here, and we'll know for sure."
"But by then, you should think carefully about the consequences."
Wang Yan, in her panic, blurted out, "They're in your hands?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yan said coldly, "So those two were indeed at your command."
Wang Yan's face turned pale with fright, and she shook her head vigorously, "I didn't, I didn't! You little bitch, if you spout more nonsense, I'll tear your mouth off!"
Wang Yan roared in exasperation, turning into a frenzy and lunging forward again.
Wen Yan directly slapped her.
With a "slap!", several clear handprints appeared on Wang Yan's face.
Wang Yan clutched her face and instantly screamed, "Ah— You little bitch, how dare you hit me!"
Wen Yan stepped forward, her eyes filled with coldness, "You almost killed me yesterday and put my best friend in the hospital. A slap is too light."
Wang Yan met Wen Yan's icy gaze, a wave of fear washing over her. Then, remembering her background, she angrily declared, "You little bitch, do you know who I am? You dare to hit me, I will never let you go!"
"What, you can stab me in the back, but I can't fight back?" Wen Yan asked, neither subservient nor overbearing.
Wang Yan's chest heaved with anger. Before she could speak, Wen Yan looked at Zhuo Feng and instructed, "Zhuo Feng, ask accounting to calculate the total cost of all the damaged items and have Miss Wang compensate for them!"
Zhuo Feng nodded, "Yes, Director Wen."
He turned and walked into the finance office.
Hearing that she had to pay compensation, Wang Yan was on the verge of madness. She yelled, "You little bitch, you want me to compensate? Look at yourself! Do you believe I can make you unable to stay in the capital with just one word?"
Wen Yan sneered, "I don't know if I can stay, but you certainly won't be able to."
Hearing this, Wang Yan subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you think you can do all this without paying a price?" Wen Yan saw her reaction and took out her phone.
Wang Yan's heart truly sank. She was the eldest daughter of the Wang family. If this incident tarnished the family's reputation, her father would be extremely disappointed.
Perhaps he would even give her inheritance to her older sister.
No, no, that absolutely couldn't happen.
With this thought, she adopted a tough attitude, "Wen Yan, you've ruined yourself. The Wang family won't let you go. I advise you to think carefully."
Wen Yan said coldly, "Do you think I'm afraid?"
Seeing Wen Yan's resolute demeanor, Wang Yan quickly took out her phone and sent a text to Song Na: Nana, save me quickly! Wen Yan, that little bitch is trying to ruin me!
At this moment, Zhuo Feng walked over from the finance office, "Director Wen, the calculation is complete."
Wen Yan took the bill, glanced at it, and then looked at Wang Yan, "Miss Wang, this is the compensation bill. Someone else will handle the matter of you trying to kill me and my best friend being hospitalized. First, let's settle the cost of the items you damaged in my studio."
Zhuo Feng stood by silently.
The other staff members, witnessing this scene, looked at Wen Yan with newfound admiration.
That was Miss Wang, a famous wealthy figure in the capital, and Director Wen dared to confront her head-on.
The Wang family would surely not let this go.