After breaking up with my boyfriend, I made a fortune and rose rapidly in my career.

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

The photo that Team Leader Zhang had previously considered crucial evidence was dismissed by Chen Ping with a single sentence, which made the atmosphere in the room very strange.

Sweat beaded on the young recorder's forehead, his fingers gripping the pen stiffened, and his earlier imposing manner had vanished. He didn't even dare look Chen Pingfang in the eye, only staring down at the blank notebook in front of him.

Team Leader Zhang leaned back in his chair, his face grim. He had been in the business for over a decade, auditing officials of much higher rank and encountering formidable adversaries, but no one had ever been as calm as Chen Pingfang, a calmness that made him uneasy.

Chen Pingfang was very calm, and this confidence made him seem like the one in charge of the interrogation.

No, we can't let him lead the way.

Team Leader Zhang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and his eyes became stern again. He gave the recorder next to him a look, signaling him to execute the second plan.

As if receiving an order, the recorder suddenly straightened his back and forcefully pushed the last piece of evidence in the brown paper bag—a printout of a bank transfer screenshot—in front of Chen Pingfang. His action was significant, clearly indicating his attempt to turn the tide.

Team Leader Zhang resumed his cold, hard tone, slamming his index finger knuckle heavily onto the numbers in the screenshot.

"Comrade Chen Pingfang, we can put the matter of the photos aside for now. What about this?"

His voice suddenly rose, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"An overseas personal account with a name that sounds very similar to your name PingFang received a huge sum of five million shortly after your meeting with Huang Qianshu. The message clearly stated two words: 'Project payment.'"

"Witnesses can lie, and surveillance footage can be angled, but bank statements are irrefutable evidence," Team Leader Zhang said, emphasizing each word. "Every penny spent is recorded in the financial system. Now, you have nothing to say, right?"

Upon seeing this evidence, the young recorder seemed to regain his confidence, straightening his back ramrod straight.

He stared intently at Chen Pingfang, a hint of smugness in his eyes. He figured that Chen Pingfang wouldn't be able to keep up the act anymore in the face of such evidence.

All the pressure in the room was focused on Chen Pingfang.

But what happened next made Team Leader Zhang and the recorder's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

Chen Ping glanced at the screenshot casually, showing no panic on his face; instead, he smiled.

He nodded slightly, and in a very frank tone, readily admitted:

"Yes, I did receive the money."

This answer left both Team Leader Zhang and the recorder dumbfounded.

All the questions they had prepared were shut down by those seven words, leaving them speechless.

The two of them stared blankly at Chen Pingfang, their faces filled with disbelief.

They admitted it?

He just admitted it like that?

This isn't right. When someone is caught doing something like this, their first reaction is to make excuses. How could someone admit it so readily?

Just as their minds went blank, Chen Ping made the move.

He calmly bent down and took out a brown paper document bag from the black briefcase at his feet.

With a "thud," he gently placed the file bag in the center of the table.

Chen Ping raised his eyes, calmly looked at the two people opposite him who were in a daze, and slowly said:

"However, your evidence is only half complete."

He pointed to the file folder, "The other half is here."

Looking at the unfamiliar file folder, both Team Leader Zhang and the recorder felt a strong sense of unease.

The interrogation was completely out of control.

Under the astonished gazes of the two men, Chen Ping slowly opened the file bag and took out two documents.

The first document was his personal bank statement, stamped with the bank's official seal.

Chen Ping spread the detailed list out on the table and pointed to a line of record on one of the pages with his index finger.

"Here is the record of the five million deposit. The time and amount are exactly the same as your screenshot."

Team Leader Zhang and the recorder instinctively leaned over, their eyes fixed on the string of numbers.

Yes, exactly the same.

Before they could react, Chen Ping's finger slowly moved down, pointing to the next record.

"But look here."

"Ten minutes later, there is a record of the same five million expenditure here."

What?

Team Leader Zhang's pupils contracted, and his gaze followed Chen Pingfang's finger. He saw that directly below the deposit record, there was a transfer record of the same amount.

The whole process, from entering to exiting, took no more than ten minutes.

What... what kind of operation is this? Money laundering? No, that's not right.

Just as Team Leader Zhang's mind was in a state of confusion, Chen Ping gently placed the second document next to the bank statement.

It was a donation certificate, and next to it was an official receipt from the Yunzhou Red Cross Society. The red seal on it stung Zhang's eyes.

"The money was transferred to the official account of the Yunzhou Red Cross Society within ten minutes of entering my account."

Chen Pingfang's voice was calm and clear, echoing in the quiet room.

"Its name is the Jinshuiwan Project Charity Scholarship Fund, which is specifically used to support impoverished students in Yunzhou."

Donation certificate, bank statements, official receipt.

These three documents form a complete chain of evidence, directly overturning the bribery charges and proving Chen Pingfang's innocence.

Team Leader Zhang and the young recorder were both completely dumbfounded.

They stared intently at the three documents on the table, especially the certificate stamped with the Red Cross seal, their faces turning deathly pale.

How could this happen?

How did a bribery case that they thought was foolproof suddenly turn into a charitable donation?

Chen Ping leaned back in his chair, looking at the two people opposite him who seemed distracted, and added casually:

"This money was an attempt by a construction boss named Zhao Decai to bribe me through an overseas account. I immediately suspected that the money was illicit and that someone might be behind it."

"So, I played along, accepted the money and donated it immediately, while preserving all the evidence. This was to prevent anyone from using this incident to their advantage."

Chen Ping paused, his gaze sweeping over the two men's pale faces.

"I never thought I'd actually need it today."

Team Leader Zhang suddenly leaned back and slumped heavily back into his chair with a thud.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his forehead covered in cold sweat that soaked his collar.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Team Leader Zhang finally understood completely.

From the moment they stepped into this office, they fell into a trap set by Chen Ping.

What they thought was irrefutable evidence was actually something Chen Ping deliberately released to lure them into a trap.

Looking at the calm young man before him, he no longer felt any contempt or schadenfreude, but only a chill ran down his spine.

This is not an interrogation.

They lost completely.

Team Leader Zhang, his hands trembling, picked up the internal phone on the table and dialed his superior's number.

When the call connected, he opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was dry and hoarse, without any strength.

"Boss... the situation has changed..."

"The report...the content of the report is seriously inconsistent with the facts."

Inside the meeting room, the situation was completely reversed.

At this moment, the roles of the leader and the one being interrogated have been reversed.