Zhang Qiqi couldn't help but scream. Ren Yuran frowned and looked at the screen.
Her eyes widened instantly.
Song Yuwei was giving out red envelopes in her live stream for viewers to grab, one per minute, with each envelope containing 100,000 yuan. In just ten minutes, she had already given out red envelopes worth over a million yuan.
The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, instantly reaching over 600,000!
She posted more and more, causing a sensation across the internet, and half an hour later a trending topic "exploded".
#Beautiful Rich Woman Spreads Money Across the Internet#
After broadcasting forty minutes and giving out red envelopes worth a total of five million yuan, Song Yuwei finally stopped.
The chat was filled with comments like, "Wow!!! I'm rich! This rich woman is so generous! She's beautiful and kind!"
"Thank you, rich lady! Not only are you stunningly beautiful, but you're also so generous! You're like a goddess!"
"I'm in love! Is this what it means to have so much money that you don't know what to do with it, so you just throw it around? I've learned something new!"
"Live streams featuring beautiful women are a visual feast in themselves, and they're so generous with the money they give us! I love it! I'm a fan of these beautiful women from now on!"
Song Yuwei glanced at the time and addressed the more than 600,000 online viewers in the live stream: "I still have class to attend, so I'll have to stay with you all for now. Bye-bye."
She turned off the live stream and then realized that a lot of people had gathered around her.
They were all shocked and curious, and finally someone couldn't help but ask, "Song Yuwei, where did you get so much money? Did you rob someone?"
Song Yuwei scoffed coldly, saying calmly, "Five million is just the price of a bag, not much, is it?"
Everyone: ? ? ?
I was hurt.
Although they are all from wealthy families and spend money like water every day, they don't have enough money to go live and give away money all over the internet!
What's more, they've never even seen a bag worth five million!
Amidst a sea of shocked, surprised, and curious gazes, Song Yuwei left the cafeteria.
From then on, whether online or at school, Song Yuwei's live-streaming money-giving became a well-known and hotly debated topic, causing quite a stir.
When Ren Yuran returned home that evening, she had a long face and was radiating anger.
Chen Zimei put down the newspaper in her hand, stood up from the sofa, and frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
Ren Yuran took a deep breath and slammed the bag she was carrying to the ground. "Mom! Do you know what Song Yuwei has done?"
Chen Zimei knew, of course, that her daughter and Song Yuwei were in the same university, except that Ren Yuran was a junior in the second semester and Song Yuwei was a sophomore in the first semester.
"Song Yuwei?" Chen Zimei was a little surprised. Although she had heard that she was famous at school for her beauty, according to Ren Yuran, she was just a nobody. She was like an autistic person and dared not approach anyone. She didn't even have any friends.
Mentioning her name made Ren Yuran stomp her foot in anger, "Yes! It's that bitch! Now most people in the whole school and even online know about her! She's now a beautiful and rich woman praised by everyone!"
"A beautiful rich woman? Wait a minute, how could she be a rich woman?"
Chen Zimei knew very well that her husband hadn't given Song Yuwei a single penny for her college tuition; it was all earned by her through hard work and part-time jobs before she became paralyzed.
Moreover, the style of her clothes is from seven or eight years ago. How could she possibly be a rich woman?
Seeing that Chen Zimei really didn't know, since she preferred quiet and didn't usually go online, Ren Yuran told her everything that had happened at noon.
Just as she finished speaking, Song Yuwei returned.
"Song Yuwei, you're back?" Chen Zimei stared at her coldly.
"Yes, Aunt." Song Yuwei shed her casual and nonchalant demeanor and reverted to her usual timidity.
"I heard from Yuran that you did a live stream at school and gave away five million yuan in red envelopes, is that right?" Chen Zimei asked again.
"Yes." Song Yuwei blinked, answering innocently.
"Where did you get so much money?" Chen Zimei suddenly became serious.
Song Yuwei lowered her eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then raised her head. "I'm sorry, Aunt, this is my private matter."
After saying that, she went upstairs to the guest room. As she closed the door, Ren Yuran became even angrier. "How could she be so arrogant!"
A sinister smile crept across Chen Zimei's meticulously made-up face as she whispered something in Ren Yuran's ear.
Ren Yuran's eyes lit up after hearing this.
The next morning, when Song Yuwei went to school, she opened the campus forum and took a look.
An ID named "Clear Lake" posted a thread that was pinned to the top.
A clear lake: [Everyone must be very curious about how Song Yuwei, who used to have to work part-time to earn her tuition fees, has now transformed into a rich woman.]
In fact, she hadn't been idle all year. She used her looks and special methods to get together with a very wealthy businessman. The businessman had a wife and children, but they had lost their morals and conscience. For their dirty feelings, they did not hesitate to hurt his original wife. After his original wife died of anger, the businessman even gave Song Yuwei all the inheritance she left behind!
The money Song Yuwei gave away during her live stream was because she was used to living a life of poverty and wanted to flaunt it by being subservient to others. Do you really dare to take it? Every single penny of that money is stained with the blood of a wealthy businessman's ex-wife! That's a living, breathing human life!
This post seems to have been deliberately hyped up by someone, as it garnered numerous likes and comments in just one hour.
Many things require evidence, but the original poster didn't provide any.
When Song Yuwei arrived at the school, the matter had already become a hot topic and rumors were rampant.
Everyone who saw her whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with disdain.
Although there was no substantial evidence in that post, the fact that Song Yuwei inexplicably had so much money without any reason made people somewhat believe it.
Instead of going to class, Song Yuwei went to a deserted, unfinished building near the school.
She stood up from her wheelchair and went up the steps to the top floor.
Once she reached the top floor, she took out her laptop from her backpack, typed a few words, and tracked down the ID address of the user nicknamed "Clear Lake."
It was at Lin Huali's house.
Song Yuwei smiled, realizing that it was indeed Chen Zimei and Ren Yuran who were up to their tricks.
She shut down her computer and prepared to go downstairs.
But as soon as I stepped down one step, I heard a rumbling sound of footsteps; there must have been quite a few people.
She reacted quickly and hid in a corner, using the pile of bricks to cover her body.
Then, through the gap, she saw a handsome man dressed in rich and noble clothes being chased to the edge by a group of thugs wielding steel pipes.
His white shirt was stained red with blood, and he looked badly injured. If he took another step back, it would fall off.
"Young Master Jiang, it's not that we're being ruthless, it's just that someone doesn't want you to live!"
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