Chapter 132: Causing a Disturbance

"Knock, knock."

As the knocking echoed, Song Qingyou tapped her screen to turn it off, a faint flush still lingering on her earlobes. "Come in."

Assistant Lin rushed into the room, flustered. "President Song, Chen Chuan has taken people from two departments up to the rooftop terrace. They are threatening to commit suicide, claiming that the Song Corporation is ignoring its veteran employees and leaving them with no way out. They’re shouting that we have no compassion and are forcing them to their deaths! There’s already a crowd of media gathered downstairs, and some are live-streaming the whole thing..."

Song Qingyou frowned slightly. "Have you called the police?"

"I have," Assistant Lin replied. "What should we do now? Do you want to go take a look?"

"Mm."

The rooftop terrace was packed with people—media, employees attempting to mediate, and the group of dozens of staff members led by Chen Chuan who were threatening to jump.

Song Qingyou paused for a moment. It was her first time witnessing such a grand display of a suicide threat.

When Chen Chuan spotted her arrival, he immediately became agitated, swaying precariously on the edge of the platform. "President Song, so you’ve finally decided to see us!"

Song Qingyou’s gaze was frigid, devoid of any warmth as she looked at him. "If I hadn't come, wouldn't your performance have been in vain?"

Influencers looking to boost their ratings were live-streaming the scene. They had been contacted by Chen Chuan in advance to create public pressure, and they now pointed their lenses directly at Song Qingyou.

The comment section began to flood with messages.

*Wow, who is this beauty? My god, she’s gorgeous!*
*Stunning! Compared to her, those entertainment stars look so lackluster.*
*She’s so beautiful, help, I’ve fallen for her. How could such a delicate girl force people to commit suicide?*
*Are the people above crazy? This woman is pushing people to jump, and you’re here discussing her looks? It’s chilling how some people don’t value human life!*
*She actually said they’re acting. How could so many people be acting about suicide?*
*They don't take human life seriously at all. Rich people think they can do whatever they want just because they have money, trampling on others' lives as they please.*

Chen Chuan acted with increasing intensity, his chest heaving as he began to level accusations, reciting one groundless charge after another.

"Song Qingyou, we are all veteran employees of the Song Corporation! Why must you force us into a dead end? You sent your own father and your brother and sister to prison for the sake of money and power, and now, to consolidate your influence, you want to drive away those of us who have bled and worked so hard for this company!"

Others nearby joined in, sobbing, "That’s right, President Song! You’re a capitalist, you’re rich, but we’re different! We have elderly parents and young children to support. If we lose this job, what are we supposed to do? You’re basically forcing us to die!"

A reporter asked, "What exactly are your demands?"

Chen Chuan looked into the camera, weeping bitterly. "We have no demands. We just want to continue surviving in this company. We also hope that President Song will honor the promises made to us while President Qin was in charge—a twenty percent salary increase for everyone next quarter."

Song Qingyou remained silent for a moment, a cold light glinting in her eyes. "And if I refuse?"

"Then we’ll jump right here!" Chen Chuan shouted sharply. "President Song, if you want to force us to our deaths, then feel free to do so! But even if we turn into vengeful ghosts, we will come back to claim your life!"

Song Qingyou let out a soft scoff, a sound that felt jarringly out of place in such a supposedly tense and heavy atmosphere.

Chen Chuan had not expected her to be able to laugh at a time like this, and his anger flared. He lifted one leg, though his hands remained firmly gripped to the railing. "President Song, must you really force us to this point? If you just agree not to fire us, we..."

"Jump, then," Song Qingyou said flatly.

"...What?" Chen Chuan froze, caught off guard.

Song Qingyou’s lips still curled in a faint, light smile, as if she were discussing something entirely trivial. "Since there are so many people here today, they can bear witness that this is a suicide. Since it’s a suicide, it won't be considered a work-related injury. The company won't pay you a single cent. So—"

Song Qingyou continued, "Do as you please."

The high-definition camera zoomed in on Song Qingyou’s profile; her skin was porcelain-white and flawless.

The comments section erupted.

*She really doesn't value human life! A capitalist’s heart is truly ruthless!*
*What if they actually jump? Won't Song Qingyou be haunted by this in her dreams? These are dozens of lives!*
*I think they really are at their wit's end; otherwise, who would joke with their own life?*
*I disagree with you all. Look closely at that man—his hands are gripping the railing for dear life. If he really wanted to die, he wouldn't look like that. I think they are the ones threatening this girl.*
*I agree. I don't think they’ll jump at all. If you’re a boss and an employee isn't performing well, you fire them, and they respond with a death threat? If she gives in now, every employee in every company will use jumping off buildings as leverage to throw parties on the roof every day.*
*I bet they won't jump.*

Chen Chuan hadn't anticipated this outcome. Worried that Song Qingyou wouldn't take the bait, he had gone to great lengths—contacting the media, hiring influencers to live-stream, and performing the whole charade—all to force her to concede under public pressure.

He never expected this woman to tell him to just jump!

Chen Chuan’s face darkened as he found himself in a dilemma. He couldn't actually step off the edge; at this height, he would be shattered to pieces!

Others nearby had already climbed back over the railing. After standing in the cold wind for so long at such a height, and keeping their nerves taut to ensure they didn't accidentally slip, they were already exhausted.

Song Qingyou showed no intention of backing down; she acted as if their lives were of no consequence to her. Chen Chuan’s tactic had failed completely.

One by one, the people who had been clamoring to commit suicide looked at each other and began to climb down from the steps.

The media and the viewers watching the live stream were left in shock.

*Damn, so they really were ganging up to bully a young girl? Once they saw she wasn't falling for it, they just climbed down! I’m speechless.*
*I can't believe people would actually use their own lives as a joke...*
*Yes! I won the bet!*

Sirens wailed from below. By the time the police arrived, the media and influencers had already dispersed. Only the group that had been threatening suicide minutes ago remained, squatting on the ground in defeat, each of their phones having received a termination letter.

Everyone began to blame and berate Chen Chuan.

"Chen Chuan, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be in this position!"
"Chen Chuan, why don't you just go die!"

Chen Chuan suddenly jumped to his feet and sprinted toward the stairwell.

The police gave chase immediately.

Chen Chuan’s eyes were bloodshot with rage. When he caught sight of that slender figure not far away, he lunged forward frantically. "I’m going to kill you!"

He had put so much effort into his career, even stooping to climb into Qin Tian’s bed, and after all that scheming and prostituting himself, everything had still fallen apart!

How could he possibly accept this!

"I’ll kill you, Song Qingyou! Go to hell!"

Chen Chuan roared, brandishing a fruit knife and slashing fiercely forward.