Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

After lunch, Huo Dongcheng sent Wen Liang to the five-star hotel provided by the organizer, and went to the on-site rehearsal in the afternoon.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wen Liang arrived at the award ceremony.

The award ceremony has not yet started, but several award-winning contestants have already arrived, sitting on the seats with their names on them, chatting.

Wen Liang sat down in his seat, opened the memo, and prepared to accept the award.

A young photographer sat two seats away on the right. He glanced at Wen Liang and continued talking to the person next to him.

Next to the young photographer was a man wearing glasses. He leaned forward, glanced at Wen Liang over the young photographer, and whispered, "Hey, is the one next to you the first prize? I turned her over that day. I only found out through Weibo that she is the ex-wife of President Fu.”

The young photographer glanced at Wen Liang quietly and said, "It seems so."

The bespectacled man curled his lips disdainfully, "I guess this award must have been bought, do you believe it? That Wangcheng is quite pitiful. He won the first prize for his excellent work, but it became someone else's, and he had to apologize. "

The young photographer disagreed and said, "I don't know if she bought it, but Wangcheng is not innocent at all. I know the original photo of the photo that won the second prize in the last session. We participated in a photography exchange meeting together, and the original photo was taken at that time." I discovered that someone else’s name had been signed on my work, and I defended my rights in WeChat Moments and other platforms, but was suppressed. I thought the matter was hopeless, but who knew that this time Wangcheng would be kicked out of the iron.”

The man with glasses said in surprise, "Ah? Really?"

"Why did I lie to you? Let me show you the original Moments. He posted about this in Moments two days ago." As he said that, the young photographer took out his mobile phone and showed the man with glasses his Moments and said, "It's a pity. He was very disappointed with the competition last time because of this incident, so he didn't participate in this competition. If he had participated, he would probably have won the prize."

"That's really a pity. All channels for safeguarding rights have failed. So this Wangcheng is not an ordinary person. Otherwise, how could he have such great power?"

"Definitely. When the incident happened, netizens asked for Wangcheng's real name to be released to prevent him from changing his ID and continuing to steal pictures, but the organizer ignored it and netizens didn't even reveal it, so they knew it was definitely not simple." The young photographer lamented.

"I know who Wangcheng is."

Suddenly, the uncle in the row in front suddenly turned his head, looked around warily, and whispered.

The young photographer and the man with glasses both raised their heads and said in unison, "Who is it?"

"She's a cousin of a judge. Think about it, why else did the original rights protection fail? Why didn't the organizer want to reveal Wangcheng's real name?" the uncle said meaningfully, "If the stolen pictures hadn't been stolen on the iron plate this time, it would have been impossible. exposure."

The young photographer and the man with glasses looked at each other and believed him.

Wen Liang lowered her head while typing. It was a little funny to hear them calling her a tough guy.

Although this time it was because she and Huo Dongcheng met, their statement also showed certain problems.

In the eyes of outsiders, the reason why she is a tough guy is because of her relationship with the Fu family and Fu Zheng.

She and Fu Zheng are tied together.

Marriage can lead to divorce, but interpersonal relationships are difficult to separate. She said she didn't want Fu Zheng's help, but in fact she had unconsciously accepted Fu Zheng's help.

The man with glasses lowered his voice and asked curiously, "Which judge is it?"

"I told you, don't tell anyone else." The uncle said cautiously, "The identity is not simple."

The man with glasses hurriedly promised, "Don't worry, we will definitely not tell anyone."

The uncle looked around and whispered, "It's Dongzhe."

"Ah? Really?" the young photographer asked in surprise, "I think he has a good reputation. Is he really this kind of person?"

Wen Liang lowered his head, but his typing fingers had stopped, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Wangcheng is brother Dongcheng's cousin?

Her first reaction was disbelief.

After knowing each other for so long, Wen Liang had an intuition that Huo Dongcheng was not someone who condoned bullying by his relatives.

Moreover, when she handed the evidence to Huo Dongcheng, Huo Dongcheng's reaction did not seem to be informed.

The uncle said, "All rich people are like this."

"I searched and found that Dongzhe's real name was Huo Dongcheng. It's possible that Wangcheng is his cousin. His cousin won't like him, right?" the man with glasses guessed with a smile.

The young photographer shook his head, "No way? How can a cousin like my cousin in this age?"

"Hey," the uncle said, "I definitely won't have a kiss, but this cousin is not Dongzhe's biological cousin, but his stepmother's niece."

When Wen Liang heard this, he thought of Huo Dongcheng's stepmother's unreasonable appearance, and suddenly felt that what the uncle said was somewhat credible.

Maybe it was the stepmother's niece who did it without Huo Dongcheng knowing.

"What's this Wangcheng's name?" the man with glasses asked.

"Lin Yinuan."

Before the young photographer and the man with glasses said anything, Wen Liang coughed violently.

The three of them turned to look at Wen Liang, changed the topic, and started talking about the competition.

Wen Liang coughed for a long time, stroking his chest to calm the air, and finally stopped.

She cleared her throat and moved a seat to the right.

The three uncles stopped communicating and looked at Wen Liang with copy-paste expressions.

Wen Liang smiled at them and asked his uncle, "Is Lin Yinuan really Huo Dongcheng's cousin?"

The uncle raised his eyebrows, "Why did I lie to you?"

"How did you know?" Wen Liang was curious.

"A relative of mine did business with the Huo family. You should know what Huo Dongcheng's family does, right?"

The bespectacled man and the young photographer only knew that Huo Dongcheng was a photographer and a judge of the competition, and did not know much about him. However, the uncle obviously knew that Huo Dongcheng was the head of the Huo family, and most of what he said was true.

Lin Yinuan is Huo Dongcheng's cousin and the niece of Huo Dongcheng's stepmother.

Then Huo Dongcheng's stepmother is...

Thinking of Huo Dongcheng mentioning the word "Aunt Lin", Wen Liang's breathing stopped for a moment.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

She sat in her seat for a long time, then took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Huo Dongcheng, "Brother Dongcheng, I'm very sorry. I'm suddenly in an emergency and can't attend the award ceremony. Please find someone to pick it up for me. Thank you."

Wen Liang closed her phone, picked up her bag, stood up and left.

She walked aimlessly on the street.

It was clearly early spring and the weather was getting warmer, but she felt extremely cold. The cold was coming from all directions, and even her heart felt cold.

She still remembered that when she was a child, some good-hearted adults thought she was ignorant and asked her in a funny way, "Niuniu, do you know that your mother ran away with someone?"

At that time, she didn't know what expression to make.

She still remembered that every time she visited relatives during the Chinese New Year, some people would always advise her father to marry another woman, saying that she was probably not his child.

She heard it and was afraid that her father really didn't want her, but she could only pretend not to hear it.

She still remembers that in elementary school, her classmates knew that she had no mother and did not play with her. Her deskmate was very close to her, so they began to bully her. Later, her deskmate also alienated her.

Every time her deskmate was bullied, she stood in front of her deskmate, but she still couldn't change the outcome.

She still remembers the sympathetic look in her elementary school teacher’s eyes when she learned about her family’s situation.

She lowered her head and became more and more silent.

Slowly, she grew up, and she was already used to all this, and she was used to being alone.