The announcement of calling the police caused the guests at the banquet to exchange uneasy glances.
"What, she's allowed to slander me," Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, exuding an arrogant air. "But I'm not allowed to bring someone to prove my innocence? There's absolutely no such logic in this world."
"You don't need to call the police for that. There are reporters outside. If you call the police, who knows what gossip they'll write."
In this day and age, reporters, in their pursuit of sensational headlines and public attention, would exaggerate their stories to the extreme. These were well-known figures, and having their names appear on hot search lists due to police involvement would bring them no benefit whatsoever.
"So what? Some of you must know who Fang Miaomiao is. If you want me to have a bad time, then I'm sorry, I'll make these people have a bad time with me."
Fang Miaomiao tilted her head slightly, a devilish smile playing on her lips, embodying the perfect villain.
"Besides, an honest person has nothing to fear. What are you all afraid of?"
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao pulled out her phone.
Just as she was about to dial the police number.
Wang Jiahui from the second floor couldn't hold back and cried out.
"Manager Wang," Fang Miaomiao called out with a smirk, "I thought you couldn't hear our conversation downstairs."
Tsk, she thought she could resolve it directly, but he still jumped out. What a pity.
"I saw it clearly. It was this waiter who was clumsy. She was walking fast with her tray, and just as she was about to bump into Miaomiao, Miaomiao happened to be reaching for food. The waiter, lacking resistance, could only fall face-first onto the ground."
At this moment, the hotel manager also emerged, asking others to escort the dazed waiter away. He then offered profuse apologies, and the atmosphere gradually returned to its former vibrancy.
Fang Miaomiao was also led to a room on the second floor by Wang Jiahui.
The room on the second floor resembled a KTV, with colorful lights flashing.
"What were you doing just now?" Wang Jiahui asked Fang Miaomiao, his gaze chilling.
She actually wanted to call the police. If he had watched for another minute, this entire setup would have been ruined today!
"Calling the police," Fang Miaomiao replied, leaning back on the sofa as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Manager Wang, you know me. I'm Fang Miaomiao. How could I suffer such humiliation? Right?"
"If you had called the police today, you would have slapped Mr. Li in the face."
Fang Miaomiao shrunk her neck, asking with a mix of confusion and defiance, "Manager Wang, what are you saying? I was merely defending my rights. How could that be considered slapping Mr. Li's face?"
"If this incident, where I was bullied by a waiter at Mr. Li's banquet, were to be reported by reporters outside, *that* would truly be slapping Mr. Li's face. Right? I was actually looking out for Mr. Li's interests."
"Fang Miaomiao!"
The Fang Miaomiao of the past, though annoying, was incredibly slow-witted and barely knew how to articulate herself. This was also why, despite being heavily criticized, no one bothered to listen to her explanations.
How had attending just one variety show made her so glib?
"Manager Wang, don't get angry, don't get angry. It's not worth it to damage your health with anger," Fang Miaomiao quickly raised her wine glass, changing the subject. "Regarding this matter, it was my oversight. I'll toast you. Please don't hold it against me, alright?"
Wang Jiahui: "..."
He had a nagging feeling that Fang Miaomiao's sudden attempt at appeasement was not for any good reason. Yet, seeing her innocent, pleading gaze asking for his forgiveness, he felt he shouldn't be so suspicious of her.
Damn it! After this matter is over, should he find a temple to pray at?
However...
Since she had proactively offered a toast, it saved him a lot of trouble.
Thinking this, Wang Jiahui's eyes darted around. He picked up his wine glass. "Now that I think about it, what you said is quite right, Miaomiao. It's just your temper, it's too impulsive."
Fang Miaomiao's lips curved upwards, but she remained silent.
Wang Jiahui's gaze was fixed on the wine glass in Fang Miaomiao's hand.
To be safe, while Fang Miaomiao wasn't paying attention, he had added something to her glass.
Now, all he needed was for Fang Miaomiao to drink it, and he could withdraw with honor.
Then, according to that person's plan, Fang Miaomiao would definitely be driven out by the Wen family. At that point, Fang Miaomiao would have no backing and would have to stay in their company, where he could arrange her as he pleased.
Thinking of this, Wang Jiahui's breathing quickened. He stared intently at Fang Miaomiao, not even noticing when he spilled the wine from his own glass.
"Oh, Manager Wang, what are you thinking about? You're so engrossed, you've spilled your drink."
"I'm fine."
The spilled wine flowed down the table and onto Wang Jiahui.
"Ah, what a mess." Fang Miaomiao quickly stood up and used her sleeve to wipe the water off Wang Jiahui.
This action terrified Wang Jiahui, who groaned in distress.
He wanted to retreat, but he was afraid that Fang Miaomiao would then refuse to drink, and the drug he had added would not be effective if it didn't come into contact with water.
This was an opportunity.
However, by then, he would also be affected.
If it weren't for Mr. Li, he felt that being affected would be a good thing.
But Mr. Li did not want such a situation to occur.
Damn it!
Wang Jiahui quickly made a decision.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt his head spinning a bit.
"I'm not feeling well. Miaomiao, please entertain Mr. Li for me." Wang Jiahui shook his head, trying to stay conscious. "And..."
What else was there? He couldn't quite remember.
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jiahui slumped heavily onto the table.
Fang Miaomiao let out a "tsk" and tentatively called out a few times. Seeing that he was truly unresponsive, she got up to open the door.
Standing at the door was the driver and bodyguard who had been waiting for Fang Miaomiao outside.
Seeing the driver, Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. She looked left and right as if she were a thief, then pulled the driver into the room. "How is everything on that end?"
"That man has fallen asleep," the driver said expressionlessly. "You don't need to worry about the surveillance, Madam."
If they wanted to frame their Madam, they shouldn't blame them for being impolite.
"Thank you, thank you." Fang Miaomiao pointed to Wang Jiahui, who was slumped on the table, and chuckled. "Then this one is up to you. I'm frail and weak, I can't move him."
"Yes, Madam. Please wait here. We have people outside, and nothing will happen."
When she learned that Wang Jiahui and the other person were planning to frame her, she had already recorded the conversation and planned to leave. Unexpectedly, she ran into the driver who was coming to find her on the way.
She also knew that she might not be a match for the two of them, so she decisively explained the situation to the driver, sought help, and then turned the tables on them.
Of course, knowing was one thing, and being scared was another. When she saw the waiter rushing towards her, her heart pounded wildly.