Chapter 164: Chapter 164: No need to donate blood, he does not have a white moonlight

Sang Qiao had no clue about the matter; she was even dealing with her official duties.

Until Meng Jiahe, panting, rushed over. “It’s awful, Qiaoqiao! Someone posted a set of photos online, taken from such tricky angles, and now a lot of people are accusing you of two-timing.”

Meng Jiahe handed her the phone to see, and if she hadn’t known Sang Qiao, she would have surely marveled at it.

The photos looked so real, one would think they were actually kissing. A male doctor was reaching to embrace Sang Qiao, looking quite elegant and charming.

After flipping through them, Sang Qiao’s brows furrowed. “Who posted this? Tell her to take it down and apologize.”

“Some unknown marketing account that gained hundreds of thousands of followers with these photos.” Meng Jiahe mentioned, clicking her tongue in annoyance. Some shameless marketing accounts would really do anything to grow.

“Get someone to contact her.”

“Alright, but… who’s this doctor? He’s quite handsome to me.”

Meng Jiahe touched her nose and stared intently at the picture. The male doctor was indeed handsome, and he seemed gentle and polite, with a notably high nose.

Especially in the photo where the sunlight hit his profile, he looked like a favorite child of the heavens.

Upon hearing this, Sang Qiao stopped typing and looked up at her.

Meng Jiahe felt a twinge in her heart, with a bad premonition. “This isn’t your Third Brother, is it?”

“Right, Dr. Sang Qingran from the Third Hospital, check for yourself.” Sang Qiao returned her gaze to continue typing.

Meng Jiahe: “Cough, disregard what I just said, I’m not into your Third Brother. He seems like a typical tormented male lead in novels, I’d have to suffer physically and mentally, and even donate blood to his first love before I could be with him. I’d rather stay single.”

“You wouldn’t need to donate blood, he has no first love.” Sang Qiao’s lips curved slightly.

Without hesitation, Meng Jiahe continued: “No first love or not, he doesn’t seem like good news. I think being single is great. I love my career, men can go away, I’m out.”

Meng Jiahe, having said her piece, ran outside to deal with the trending search, holding her phone and taking one last look at Sang Qingran’s photo. Her romance had died before it even began.

After they contacted that marketing account, the person played dumb.

“I just captured the photos as my personal ship. I did not intend to defame Miss Sang Qiao. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Upon seeing this reply, Meng Jiahe couldn’t help but laugh out of exasperation. “But you didn’t clarify that it was just your personal ship in your words. The angle was deliberately chosen to shoot, which has already misled the netizens about Sang Qiao, do you understand? Taking unauthorized photos of others, defaming, causing reputational damage, and uploading without permission is illegal. If you don’t delete it and apologize, then my legal department will handle it.”

After that message was sent, the person stopped responding.

However, they did delete that set of photos and edited another post: “Sorry for taking photos without permission, have deleted them, please no more disturbances.”

Ting Wusu Suinian: “Did Big Shot get threatened? Why suddenly delete it?”

The original poster replied to Ting Wusu Suinian: “Wasn’t threatened, just caught something I shouldn’t have. At the end of the day, it was my mistake to post without permission.”

This reply undoubtedly caused a stir and made everyone think she was indeed threatened.

As a result, Sang Qiao’s Weibo was directly overrun, “You aren’t going to explain the two-timing affair at all?”

“Turning into a shrinking turtle when photographed?”

“I genuinely feel you’re unworthy of Si Chenli, really don’t know what he saw in you.”

Meng Jiahe was so furious when she saw those posts that she almost died on the spot, that little bitch actually plays innocent?

She rushed straight toward Sang Qiao’s office, “Qiaoqiao, give me access to your Weibo account. I’m going to the hospital to check the surveillance footage and clear this up, watch me expose that bitch’s true colors.”

“Here, scan it yourself,” Sang Qiao pushed her phone toward her.

Meng Jiahe swiftly scanned the code and logged in, then headed for the door.

Sang Qiao suddenly called out to her, “You don’t need to do it yourself, why not let someone else handle it?”

“No way, I can’t stand that bitch. I want to slap her myself!” Meng Jiahe shook her head. She had never been this irritated before, and she couldn’t quell her hatred without slapping her personally.

“Fine,” Sang Qiao couldn’t help but curl the corners of her lips and no longer persuaded her. After all, the company’s business was running smoothly, and Ah He was not busy, so she let her handle it as she wanted.

Meng Jiahe stormed out, her face so angry it was as if the words “I am furious” were written all over it. Anyone unaware of the situation would think she was the one being insulted.

Indeed, in her heart, Meng Jiahe felt as though the insults were directed at her, as Sang Qiao was the most important person to her!

Thus, it took her only about fifteen minutes to reach the hospital.

First, she contacted the hospital staff and explained the situation, then she accessed the surveillance footage.

Meng Jiahe directly uploaded the original video, with Sang Qiao v: “Just discussing work, the two didn’t even come close, they maintained their distance, let it be known.”

Along with the video.

“Damn, turns out these two aren’t even close, just making sour faces while talking?”

“LMAO haha, honestly, that marketing account is disgusting, adding all those filters, shooting from weird angles, one would think there was something going on.”

“hhhhhhh So this is the so-called two-timing? Honestly, Sister Qiao and this doctor seem more like enemies.”

“Pfft, the girl above is going to make me die laughing haha, enemies?”

“Dumbass marketing account, come out and get hit!”

“Disgusting, I puked, I just thought she was being threatened and was comforting her, I’m now taking a train overnight to delete those comforting comments.”

The marketing account, still busy replying to fans and excited about the tens of thousands of new followers, hadn’t realized what was happening until it saw its Weibo account flooded!

She excitedly opened it to see, only to find comments thrashing her. Her face fell instantly.

Desperate, she checked Sang Qiao’s Weibo and found that the latter had directly posted a video to clarify everything, leaving her smeared with metaphorical blood. This threw the marketer into panic.

She quickly messaged the person she had just been in contact with, “Haven’t I already deleted the post? There’s no need for this, is it okay if I apologize now?”

Meng Jiahe felt a surge of satisfaction upon seeing this cringing reply. Things could have been settled nicely with a simple explanation and apology, but no, they had to create such a scene.

Now she wants to apologize and make her delete the clarification? Dream on.

Meng Jiahe immediately blocked them, put away her phone, and happily went downstairs planning to head back.

Without paying attention, as she turned the corner, her head bumped into a wall of flesh, and the papers in the man’s hands scattered all over the ground.

“Sorry, sorry.” Meng Jiahe quickly squatted down to help him pick them up.

Sang Qingran slightly furrowed his brows, bent down to pick them up as well, but didn’t say anything, his mind troubled at the moment.