Chapter 60 Turning the Tables

Chapter 60 Turning the Tables

Song Yan took out his phone, and the recording popped up.

Song Yan's gaze shifted to Lin Shuangyu's face, where he saw an obvious guilty conscience.

"Ayan, it's nothing..."

She tried to reach out and turn off the phone, but Song Yan simply raised his hand to avoid her.

What's in the recording?

"It's just...it was just now..."

Seeing Lin Shuangyu's incoherent ramblings, Si Yuan's smile became even more uncontrollable.

I never expected her to be so frightened.

I don't know whether to call her stupid or to say that she underestimates others, always thinking that others are just as stupid as she is.

Song Yan really wanted to hear what had just happened.

So you have to click on that recording.

Lin Shuangyu was terrified and didn't care about anything else. She grabbed Song Yan's arm and snatched his phone away.

A slight look of surprise appeared in Song Yan's eyes.

He probably didn't expect Lin Shuangyu to be so scared.

Could something have really happened?

Did Lin Shuangyu also deceive himself?

Song Yan's gaze turned slightly cold; he hated being tricked the most.

And she was using him to deal with... her own sister.

He just said so many hurtful things to Si Yuan. It's too late to take it back. How sad must Si Yuan be?

"Bring it here," Song Yan ordered.

Lin Shuangyu hid his phone behind his back and shook his head.

"Ayan, there really is nothing there."

There's nothing there, so why won't you let me hear it?

Lin Shuangyu's face was deathly pale, and he stammered, "Because... Xiaoyuan is a girl, and we just talked about some things between girls..."

Song Yan looked at Si Yuan with suspicion.

Si Yuan smiled: "Lin Shuangyu, are you stupid?"

Lin Shuangyu looked at Si Yuan in a daze, not understanding what she meant.

Si Yuan waved her phone.

Using the same smile and tone that Lin Shuangyu used when he bullied her, she slowly said, "You took his phone, but I can still play the recording here!"

Lin Shuangyu's expression froze.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

But more than anything, people were frightened by Si Yuan's uncharacteristic ruthlessness.

She never imagined that Si Yuan, who had always been patient and reserved, would try to tear everything she owned apart in such a decisive and efficient way.

How could she be so cruel?

Si Yuan responded with his eyes: Same here.

"Don't listen, it's fake! She's lying to me, Ayan, you have to believe me!"

Song Yan looked at the recording on his phone, his eyes darkening slightly.

Lin Shuangyu pleaded with him through her eyes, begging him not to listen.

His fingers paused.

But he didn't light it.

Song Yan turned his gaze to Si Yuan, deciding to deal with the immediate matter first.

"I'll listen to the recording, but the issue now is that you splashed water on Shuangyu..."

"Apologize?" Si Yuan interrupted him.

Song Yan's gaze faltered for a moment before he replied, "...Yes."

Si Yuan nodded obediently, without offering any rebuttal.

Then he picked up the glass of wine, stood up, and walked straight toward Lin Shuangyu.

She stopped in front of Lin Shuangyu, smiled, and then raised her hand to pour the wine over her head.

The wine poured over his head, and Lin Shuangyu shivered from the cold, his mouth agape in surprise.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Even Song Yan was frozen in place.

Si Yuan raised an eyebrow and winked playfully: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I'm the one who spilled this cup."

Then, she casually shoved the wine glass into Song Yan's arms.

"Brother, I've already apologized."

Si Yuan's gaze turned cold as she turned around and looked around.

"This is good."

She walked over, picked up Lin Shuangyu's expensive bottle of champagne, and went straight out the door.

At this time, reporters were still gathered downstairs.

Mr. Sun was dealing with the senior executives when he heard footsteps behind him and turned around.

"Si Yuan, how did your talks with President Lin go? You..."

Si Yuan ignored them, carrying a bottle of champagne as he walked through the crowd and headed straight for the art installation.

It was already late at night, and the light shining on the glass refracted into a bright red light, dazzling and radiant.

Her works are truly beautiful.

It's just a pity.

Si Yuan sighed, then suddenly raised her hand and slammed the champagne bottle down.

The glass suddenly shattered.

A few flakes flew up and scratched Si Yuan's hand.

Mr. Sun gasped, completely bewildered by what Si Yuan was doing, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

The reporters realized what was happening and rushed to capture the moment on camera.

Si Yuan stood amidst shattered red glass, with ruins behind her, leaving only an empty frame.

Mr. Sun's face turned deathly pale: "Si Yuan... what are you doing!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Si Yuan's cold voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for the opportunity to witness the complete creation of this installation today."

She turned her head to look at the camera, a hint of nonchalant sharpness in her smile. "Actually, everything this afternoon was a publicity strategy by TY and President Lin."

After she finished speaking, she stepped aside, revealing the entire frame.

It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that before the glass shattered, it was just an abstract and aesthetically pleasing glass installation, but now, with the entire frame fully revealed, it was actually a three-dimensional metal butterfly.

"This is the true purpose of this device: to break free from its cocoon and become a butterfly."

After he finished speaking, there was silence.

Then, from within the crowd, someone rang out a very soft clapping.

People also belatedly started clapping along.

It must be said that this was indeed a very successful publicity stunt and marketing campaign, a win-win situation for both TY and Lin Shuangyu's Huamei Company.

In particular, the lead designer of this work, Si Yuan.

At the back of the crowd, Jiang Wang, who was the first to applaud, slowly withdrew his hand.

Lin Shuangyu had just wiped the alcohol off his face when he rushed out.

Then he stood there, stunned.

The reporters turned around and pointed their cameras at her.

"Mr. Lin, as the general manager of Huamei Fashion Company, are you satisfied with this art installation?"

"Is 'Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly' your company's next design concept for clothing?"

...

Lin Shuangyu remained frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.

She looked at the metal butterfly frame, then at Si Yuan, who was surrounded by reporters and looked indifferent, and belatedly realized what was going on.

So this time, instead of ruining Si Yuan, she turned this accident into a joint marketing campaign and made it a highlight for Si Yuan.

Did she know all along that she would use this opportunity, or did she plan ahead to deliberately use the launch of her new company to increase her profile?

Lin Shuangyu then realized that she had long since lost control of Si Yuan.

She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but found her throat tight and unable to utter a single word.

So all I could manage was a stiff, forced smile.

Song Yan also came out.

He stood upstairs, looking down, his gaze passing through the crowd to Si Yuan.

She was standing there, smiling as she looked at Lin Shuangyu.

Song Yan looked down and saw that Si Yuan's hand was injured.

His gaze darkened, and he turned to instruct his assistant to prepare disinfectant and bandages.

Si Yuan seemed to sense his gaze, looked up and looked over, and their eyes met.

She didn't speak, but gently looked away and continued answering the reporter's questions.

After a brief moment of panic, Lin Shuangyu finally regained some composure.

She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and, echoing Si Yuan's words, smiled and told the reporter, "That's right, this is indeed a joint project between us and TY. 'Breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly' is not only the concept behind the installation, but also the core of our Huamei's future design."