Zhuang Miao was locked in a hotel suite by Zhuang Chongjun to memorize her speech, and the living room outside was filled with bodyguards to prevent her from escaping.

Worried that she might talk nonsense in front of reporters, Zhuang Chongjun agreed to transfer a villa worth hundreds of millions of yuan to her.

Hearing these words, Zhuang Yuan's face was filled with displeasure, and he clearly didn't want the family property to fall into Zhuang Miao's hands. Zhuang Chongjun patted him on the shoulder suggestively, asking him to be patient for the time being, and thus the father and son reached an agreement.

In the past, Zhuang Miao would never have noticed these details. But now, it was as if her eyes had suddenly opened, and she saw everything around her clearly.

This house really wasn't hers anymore. She even had to get Zhuang Yuan's permission to take anything from the house.

As an illegitimate child, what right did he have to interfere in these matters? You have to know that the current Zhuang Group was the dowry brought by his mother! Before his death, his mother said that she would leave the company to him and his sister. Zhuang Chongjun and Zhuang Yuan were outsiders, so why did they act like they were giving alms?

Zhuang Miao's heart was broken into countless pieces. Her anger completely burned away her affection for these people.

She pretended to have a headache and called the front desk, asking them to call the manager over and get a doctor for her.

The hotel manager quickly entered the bedroom, and a group of bodyguards guarded the living room outside.

Zhuang Miao handed him a check for one million and whispered, "If you can help me play a few audio clips during the press conference, the money will be yours."

The manager didn't take the check. Instead, he whispered, "Ms. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang has already made all the arrangements for you. I'll have someone take you downstairs later. Here are the plane tickets, checks, car keys, and room keys that Mr. Zhuang has prepared for you. No one will dare touch you in that den of brothel. You can live there in peace and security without having to worry about anything. Mr. Zhuang said he hopes you can start a new life. The sadness and pain you're experiencing now is only temporary; over time, everything will be fine."

Zhuang Miao looked at the file bag handed to her by the manager and tears couldn't stop falling.

In the most painful and desperate moment, it was her brother who stood up to protect her.

Growing up, her brother had always been like this. He had always been her hero.

Since when did she lose her hero?

Zhuang Miao really wanted to cry loudly, but she didn't dare to disturb the bodyguards outside. She could only take the file bag, press it tightly against her face, and cry.

"I won't leave until after the press conference. Can you help me play these audios for all the reporters using a loudspeaker?" She handed over her cell phone.

"Of course." The hotel manager sent the audio to his phone and soothed him softly, "Mr. Zhuang has also sent people to protect you. They are all around you, you just don't know them. So please don't be afraid anymore, you are safe."

"I know. As long as my brother is still here, I will always be safe." Zhuang Miao was crying so hard that she couldn't breathe.

The deep emotion filled her extremely tired body with strength again.

The doctor arrived quickly and gave Zhuang Miao a few aspirin tablets.

Soon the makeup artist arrived and helped Zhuang Miao cover up the traces of crying.

Surrounded by bodyguards, Zhuang Miao walked into the venue, sandwiched between Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan.

All cameras and video cameras were trained on the three people, filming frantically. Hundreds of reporters were agitated. Fans of Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan, as well as passersby, all watched the livestream, eager to hear what the three people at the center of this vortex would say.

Fang Yu picked up the microphone first and said with a wry smile, "The so-called intimate photos and videos of Zhuang Yuan and I circulating online are actually misunderstandings. What happened here is really a coincidence."

He shook his head, looking very troubled, then handed the microphone to Zhuang Miao, saying helplessly, "Miao Miao, you should explain this misunderstanding to everyone."

Zhuang Miao moved his stool back a bit, not wanting to sit next to the two men. Then he took the microphone and said straight to the point, "Before I clarify, I want everyone to listen to a few recordings."

She looked at the hotel manager standing nearby.

The manager nodded slightly and raised his hand.

The next moment, the voices of a man and a woman talking were heard in the hotel lobby. They seemed to come from all directions, very clear and loud, and the tone was not distorted, allowing people to recognize the identities of both parties at once.

It’s Zhuang Miao and Fang Yu!

The reporters present quickly raised their microphones to record the sounds. They themselves listened attentively for a moment, and then each of them revealed expressions of shattered perspective.

If you hadn't heard it yourself, who would have believed such a scumbag existed? He cheated, betrayed, and even had sex with his brother-in-law, and then in the end, he even had the victim announce their marriage to clear his name. Isn't that too much? How could someone be so shameless?

However, this is not the end. Two more recordings were then played, one was a conversation between Zhuang Miao and Zhuang Yuan, and the other was Zhuang Chongjun scolding Zhuang Miao.

The content completely defies the public's conception of the word "shameless." It's as if these people were born without a conscience.

Fang Yu, Zhuang Yuan, and Zhuang Chongjun immediately glared at Zhuang Miao fiercely. But she had already been carried away by several burly men, along with her chair, and placed under tight security. Others pressed down on the three men's shoulders, forcing them to remain seated and taking away their microphones.

The recordings continued to play, and Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan kept shouting, "Fake! Fake! These recordings are synthesized!"

But their volume could not overshadow the grandeur of the loudspeaker.

No one believed their lies, not even their fans, because the contents of the recordings were secrets known only to them, and these secrets were too shameful!

Even though everyone has long known that the entertainment industry is a big melting pot, they are still shocked by the filth and stench of the two people.

The live broadcast room was completely silent, and everyone was stunned by these extremely shameless people.

When the recording finished, Zhuang Miao, who was standing opposite the three men, ripped off her long wig and pointed at her head, saying, "See? This is the story they made up! They made me cut my hair and pretend that it was me who fooled around with Fang Yu that night! This way, Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan can be cleared of all charges!"

The hotel manager handed over a bag.

Zhuang Miao immediately opened the bag, took out her long hair, and held it high. "This is my hair. I just cut it. You can check the surveillance camera at the MEX styling studio to see what I look like when I go in and when I come out."

Zhuang Miao stuffed her hair back into her bag, pulled out a wet tissue, and wiped her hands vigorously, revealing the bruises that had been hidden by concealer. She held them up to the reporters and said, "See? They caused these scars. I didn't come here voluntarily. They kidnapped me! There are surveillance cameras in the underground parking lot of the Qinxuan Hotel. You can check them out!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan shouted at the top of their lungs.

However, no one paid any attention to them. All the reporters pointed their cameras and microphones at Zhuang Miao, their faces full of sympathy.

Zhuang Miao extended his hand, pointed at Fang Yu, and slowly said, "Cheating, adultery, living off his wife, deceiving money and sex, being promiscuous, and fooling around with his brother-in-law—all of these are true!"

Then she pointed at Zhuang Yuan: "Always being bullied by my brother? That's fake! Always having your resources taken away from you? That's fake! You have no status at home and are often ignored? That's fake! Did you hear that? In my dad's heart, only Zhuang Yuan is his son. My brother and I were both adopted children!"

Zhuang Miao's eyes were red as he accused her, "You have a corrupt private life, love to lie, love to play the pitiful, are scheming, do whatever it takes, have no bottom line, no shame, no self-respect, no self-love. These are the real things! You're following someone who's even more despicable than a dog!"

She kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm her intense emotions as quickly as possible.

When her chest stopped rising and falling violently, she bent down deeply and said sincerely, "This is the truth I want to clarify today. I'm sorry for letting you hear such dirty things. I'm very sorry."

When she straightened up, her eyeliner was smudged with tears.

The hotel manager kindly handed me a pair of sunglasses and opened a windbreaker.

Zhuang Miao put on a windbreaker and sunglasses, took the bag and folder handed to him by the manager, took off the engagement ring, smashed it hard on Fang Yu's face, and then strode out of the venue under the protection of a dozen tall and strong bodyguards.

Her chin had never been raised so high, and her back had never been so straight. This confidence and pride came from the fact that she knew her brother would protect her secretly.

All the reporters made way for her, then chased after her, frantically taking pictures of her back as she walked forward.

Watching her get into an extended Rolls-Royce and disappear around the corner escorted by four Mercedes-Benz cars, there was finally a sound in the silent live broadcast room.

[Fuck! Zhuang Miao just now had the aura of a queen! No one loves her when she wears sunglasses! I love her!]

【She looks so handsome even when she takes off her ring! 】

[A socialite is a socialite. Even in such a situation, she can fight back! ]

【Don’t you even look at who her biological brother is?】

[Luckily, Zhuang Miao still has a brother, Zhuang Li, otherwise her life would be ruined! Zhuang Chongjun knew Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan were together and was a promiscuous scumbag, yet he still let his daughter marry him. What was he thinking? His daughter's happiness is not happiness, but Zhuang Yuan's career is his career?]

[These three guys are all top-notch! Will Zhuang Yuan get sick? He's playing dirty, isn't he? My worldview is completely ruined!]

[I declare that I'm no longer a fan! I'll fucking crush that bitch Zhuang Yuan to death!]

[I've also stopped being a fan! I don't even dare to tell anyone that I used to be a fan of Fang Yu!]

【Scumbags and bitches all deserve to die! 】

[Ahhhhh! I'm so pissed I'm about to explode! These three scumbags must die!]

[Go die, die, die...]

The internet was in an uproar, with comments like "This scumbag must die" plastered all over the screen. No one spoke well of Fang Yu, Zhuang Yuan, or Zhuang Chongjun; the entire internet was ablaze with criticism, and the emotions were intense.

All the fans of Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan have quit being their fans. No one likes such dirty so-called idols.

This press conference immediately topped the hot search list and went straight to number one.

The next moment, HuanYu issued a notice banning Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan. Other entertainment companies also successively expressed their stances, stating that they would have zero tolerance for artists with bad records.

All major marketing accounts and self-media outlets overwhelmingly supported Zhuang Miao and condemned Fang Yu and Zhuang Yuan.

Now, even if they diverted the Yellow River water, they couldn't clear themselves of the crime. They were beaten to death on the spot by Zhuang Miao.

They seemed to realize that the situation could not be reversed, and they all fled after Zhuang Miao left.

"Will my dream never come true? I will never be an international superstar in my lifetime, right?" Fang Yu, who avoided everyone and ran to a secluded corner under the guidance of the Golden Finger System, asked breathlessly and with a choked voice.

"You can continue to attack the target and get the whitewashed golden finger." The golden finger system reluctantly suggested.

It seemed to be feeling very unwilling, and taunted: "Have you witnessed Zhuang Li's methods this time? He is your ancestor in playing the game of borrowing a knife to kill someone! Zhou Cuicui is his first knife, Zhuang Miao is his second knife! He can kill you without even doing it himself! Why did you provoke him? Are you sick?"

Fang Yu said with great regret: "I didn't know he was that kind of person!"

"You don't know what's going on, so you go and provoke others?" The Golden Finger System wanted to curse a few more times, but saw a woman wearing a mask suddenly run to Fang Yu and splash the bottle of liquid in her hand on his face.

"Ahhhhhh!" Fang Yu let out a series of screams, and the skin on his face quickly burned and festered.

It's sulfuric acid!

Before quickly fleeing, the woman narrowed her eyes and seemed to be smiling. That venomous and vicious look was unique to Sun Xiaojia.

The Golden Finger System quickly checked Sun Xiaojia's current situation and found out that she was trapped in the Burmese army and was living a life worse than death every day, but was redeemed by Zhou Cuicui for one million yuan.

Zhou Cuicui didn’t know Sun Xiaojia at all, so why did she go to Myanmar to redeem her?

Needless to say, this was another arrangement by Zhuang Li. He might have known from the beginning that Sun Xiaojia was not dead!

The Golden Finger System took a deep breath. Even though it clearly had no heart, it still felt a surge of fear.

When Fang Yu was taken to the hospital, treated, and given a sedative, and calmed down, the Golden Finger System slowly spoke, "The person who threw sulfuric acid on you was Sun Xiaojia, and the person who brought her back from Myanmar was Zhou Cuicui, who was Zhuang Li's henchman. So you understand why you've become like this, right? Sun Xiaojia is Zhuang Li's third knife. If you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, he'll play you to the end. Are you happy now?"

Fang Yu, with his face wrapped in bandages and in extreme despair, suddenly hugged himself tightly and began to tremble violently like a fallen leaf in the wind.

Feeling his fear like a raging wave crashing against the shore, the Golden Finger System couldn't help but hug itself tightly.