Chapter 53 My Face Hurts [2 Updates]

She went to the hotel upstairs for an aromatherapy massage after posting a Weibo message expressing sympathy and playing the victim.

The purpose was to see Ying Zijing's miserable state after his body had recovered.

Ying Luwei smiled and moved her finger to the message section.

As she expected, there were many comments and private messages.

But when Ying Luwei clicked on it, her expression changed immediately.

Because none of her messages were comforting; they were all sarcastic.

[You deserve the "White Lotus Award"—what brand of plastic bag are you, to be able to hold so much?]

I really envy the skin on your face; it's so well-maintained.

[Using just one picture to accuse your niece of seduction, and so badly trying to shift the blame—it's a shame you're not a chef.]

[I'm sending this to you so you won't pretend you didn't see the video. Please don't say you didn't see it again. [Video]]

Ying Luwei frowned and opened the video.

After only a few seconds, her eyes widened and her face turned deathly pale.

impossible!

She clearly had Mr. Allen erase the surveillance footage, so where did this video come from?

Ying Luwei frantically checked the changes on Weibo over the past two hours, and after reading them, she was completely incredulous.

Ying Zijing actually had surveillance footage on her!

Did you hold back for so long before posting this? Was it intentional?

Ying Luwei immediately called Allen, gritting her teeth and saying slowly and deliberately, "Didn't you say that it was absolutely impossible for anyone to recover the surveillance footage? Why does the other side have the footage?!"

If she hadn't been so sure that Ying Zijing couldn't clarify things, why would she have posted that sob story on Weibo?

Allen had already boarded a cruise ship and headed to O Continent.

It's impossible for them to know what's happening on the Chinese internet.

Upon hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment, then said coldly, "Of course not, no one in China has hacking skills better than me."

"Am I blind?" Ying Luwei was furious. "Are you trying to scam me?"

Allen hung up the phone immediately and scoffed.

They really are from a small town; they have no vision at all.

How do we restore the surveillance footage he erased?

Unless it's one of the top-ranked hackers in the Anonymous hacking group.

How is that possible?

Is there anyone in China who can persuade them to do this?

Even he, who had been with the Anonymous hacker group for five years, wasn't qualified to meet these people.

It's ridiculous.

Allen scoffed and disembarked from the ship, carrying his briefcase.

**

At the hotel.

Ying Luwei stared blankly at her phone, her whole body covered in cold sweat.

The agent pushed open the door, her face grim: "Luwei, I've told you before, don't trust outsiders so much, things are getting really difficult to handle now."

He tossed the phone to her, saying, "Take a look for yourself!"

The screen displays a long Weibo post.

Ying Luwei recognized this Weibo ID; it belonged to one of her loyal fans.

This fan attends every one of her concerts, sends her gifts on holidays, and often spends tens of thousands of yuan to buy her piano albums.

Although this sum of over 100,000 yuan is not even a fraction of what she spends on cosmetics each month.

[@Luwei's Little Piano: When the photos came out yesterday, I told everyone to calm down first.]

But nobody listened to me. In fact, many fans even asked the anti-blacklisting site to blacklist me. You all saw the reversal today, right? Wasn't the lesson from last time enough?

And Luwei's Weibo post... I feel like she's deliberately using us. I'm sorry, maybe I'm being too sensitive, but I really can't continue being a fan. It feels like all the genuine feelings I've invested over the past few years have been wasted. We were sisters, so I'm saying goodbye here.

Within minutes of this Weibo post being published, many fans in the super topic unfollowed the account.

Many people turned against her, calling her a "white lotus" and accusing her of deceiving her fans.

Ying Luwei's hand trembled, and her phone fell to the ground. Her face turned even paler.

"Didn't I tell you before? The entertainment industry is too chaotic. Today you're on top, tomorrow you'll fall." The manager rubbed his temples wearily. "If you want traffic and fans, you have to be careful."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked the question that had been puzzling him: "Luvi, why are you in such a hurry to kill your fake niece? How does she threaten you?"

Could it be...?

Ying Luwei couldn't hear anything anymore; an unprecedented sense of fear surged into her heart, reminding her of things that happened a long time ago.

No, that won't work.

She picked up her phone, her hands trembling: "Hello, Mo Yuan, please help me, please help me..."

**

This way.

Zhong Manhua had just gotten off the plane, clutching the phone, her chest heaving, so angry her head felt like it was about to explode.

After Jiang Huaping said those words to her that day, she reflected on it and realized that she had made a mistake.

It's not right to blame Ying Zijin without first clarifying the situation.

But what about this time?

Could the image be fake?

Every time she went to Ozhou to see Xiaoxuan, Ying Zijing would cause her a lot of trouble.

Zhong Manhua picked up her bag and rushed towards Qingzhi, arriving at the principal's office as quickly as possible.

The principal was discussing international class students with He Xun when he was startled to see Zhong Manhua rush in.

Before he could even speak, Zhong Manhua stepped forward and said, "Principal, I'm so sorry, I'm here to process the child's withdrawal from school."

The principal was taken aback.

“We never expected this to happen.” Zhong Manhua gritted her teeth, her extreme embarrassment making it almost impossible for her to lift her head. “Withdrawing from school is the best decision, for Qingzhi’s sake and for the child’s sake. Principal, what do you think…”

Before he could finish speaking, the office door was kicked open with a loud bang.

At the doorway, Ying Zijing stood with her hands in her pockets, looking at her indifferently.

The temperature suddenly dropped, becoming icy cold.

When Zhong Manhua saw the girl, she tried to soften her tone and said gently, "Zijin, don't worry. Mom will let you drop out of school and send you abroad. In a few years, this will all be over. You can come back then, okay?"

“Madam Ying, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Ying Zijing raised her eyelashes, her expression devoid of emotion. “I have nothing to do with you, and you have no right to interfere in my affairs.”

She tilted her head: "Principal, she can't manage my student record, can she?"

The principal nodded blankly: "Yes, we can't do anything about it. Old Master Zhong said..."

A single sentence is like a slap in the face.

Zhong Manhua gripped the bag tightly in her hand.

In front of outsiders, she felt utterly humiliated, her face burning with shame: "Zijin, what are you saying? I'm doing this for your own good. I can't just watch you get yelled at by those people, can I? You should drop out of school..."

"Wait, wait," the principal had to interrupt Zhong Manhua. "Madam Ying, didn't you see the latest Weibo post?"

Zhong Manhua was taken aback.

What?

Seeing her expression, the principal knew she didn't know yet, so he shook his head and said, "I happen to have some here, Madam Ying, why don't you come and take a look?"

After saying that, he placed the computer in front of her.

The video finished playing in just a few dozen seconds.

Zhong Manhua froze, as if she had been punched in the face, and even the color drained from her lips.

She couldn't help but take a step back, somewhat afraid to look up at the girl.

Ying Zijing ignored her, nodded to the principal, and then placed a printed copy of the chat log on the table.

Ying Huang: Babies, have you voted for this game yet?

Continue to torment the scum tomorrow~

(End of this chapter)