Chapter 58: Every Receipt, Every Lie

As Sang Zhiyi had anticipated, once the news of her upcoming live broadcast was released, it caused a huge stir online.

The incident about the “female college student entertaining guests at a bar” had been making waves recently.

Many people were saying that there was a college girl, pure and pretty enough to be a campus belle, who, despite already having a boyfriend, was still insatiably greedy for money and insisted on working a “special profession” at a bar every night.

It had been less than a month since the incident started, and the popularity had not faded much, so the level of attention was naturally quite high.

Sang Zhiyi also specifically spent money to make this news trend, ensuring more people would see it.

Soon, hundreds of thousands of people surfing the internet noticed this and began discussing it.

[Holy shit, Shi Qiongqiong still has the face to show herself?]

[This is hilarious.

Is she trying to advertise her business, and at the same time, show her face to trick people into giving her tips?

I’ll go check it out later and see what this b*tch looks like, see if she’s got enough flavor!]

[College students these days really have no morals.

All they think about day and night are these crooked paths…]

The vast majority of comments were filled with malice.

The reason this incident had maintained such popularity for so long, aside from the driving force of the original plot, was a very key factor: Shi Qiongqiong’s looks were good enough.

For a young woman with some education, being good-looking seemed to be a certain kind of original sin.

Like a pristine, flawless porcelain, there were always those who couldn’t stand the light and would be broken by it, reaching out their filthy hands, wanting to stain or even destroy this porcelain.

The voices of those who couldn’t stand the light were often particularly loud.

Standing and shouting in all directions, they would guide many people who didn’t know the truth, who were too lazy to understand the whole story, or who lacked the ability to think for themselves, misleading them into accepting their viewpoints.

But when more people were attracted, there were always some rational and kind people who would notice that there was no real substantive evidence for this whole thing from start to finish.

The identity of a female college student was real, working at a bar was also real, but the claim of selling her body was purely based on the words of her boyfriend.

After all this digging online, aside from more and more pretty photos of this female college student and her personal information, nothing else had been dug up.

[I feel like there might be a reversal.

Shi Qiongqiong said she was going to clear things up.

Let’s see what real evidence she has then.]

[I won’t comment without knowing the full story.

Before, it was all just the boyfriend’s side.

We should at least hear what the person herself has to say.]

Such voices were naturally attacked by those who firmly believed Shi Qiongqiong was guilty.

These people had already cyberbullied Shi Qiongqiong, and they were well-practiced in using a virtual mask to attack others online, savagely cursing anyone who spoke for Shi Qiongqiong or took a neutral stance.

[Oh, look at you, defending Shi Qiongqiong so much?

Are you her lover?]

[Stop pretending to be so holy.

You think you’re the only one who’s awake while everyone else is drunk?]

With arguments came even more traffic.

By the time Sang Zhiyi officially started her live broadcast at 8 p.m. the next day, a considerable number of people were already waiting to watch this drama.

Before the live broadcast, Sang Zhiyi had specifically looked carefully at her current appearance in the mirror and compared it with the original photos in Shi Qiongqiong’s phone.

It had only been about half a month since Sang Zhiyi had come to this world.

Whether System Sir was still silently protecting her, little by little adjusting her appearance to be closer to her real-world form, it was not noticeable now.

However, the difference in temperament between Sang Zhiyi and Shi Qiongqiong was still very great.

Sang Zhiyi carefully studied Shi Qiongqiong’s photos, videos, and other materials, and adjusted her details to be closer to Shi Qiongqiong’s.

She also put on a little makeup at the same time, making herself appear especially haggard and depressed in front of the camera, without diminishing her looks, only making her look more pitiful and endearing.

When Sang Zhiyi turned on the live stream camera, the eagerly waiting audience saw such a face.

The girl with beautiful, delicate features was full of sorrow, her slender brows slightly furrowed, tears in her eyes shimmering.

Her lips were pressed together, and anyone could see her grievance and confusion.

“H-Hello, everyone…” Sang Zhiyi timidly began, blinking unnaturally, the trembling of her eyelashes especially noticeable under the close-up camera.

“I am Shi Qiongqiong…”

[Holy shit, there’s no beauty filter here, right?

A face attack!]

[What a little pitiful thing!

I’m a woman, and I want to hold her in my arms and comfort her!]

[So she really doesn’t look any different from her photos?

No wonder there are people wanting her every night!]

[Little sister, check your private messages!

Just name your price, big brother has money!]

[A genuine, authentic college girl, fresh and tender~]

[Hurry up and move the camera down.

I can’t even see her chest.

Is it big or not?]

Ignoring the filth in the barrage, Sang Zhiyi proceeded at her own pace.

After a very simple greeting and self-introduction, she immediately presented weighty evidence right at the beginning.

“I did not engage in any illegal profession at the bar!”

Sang Zhiyi’s face was full of stubbornness, her body trembling slightly with anger.

“All the current claims that I engaged in illegal activities come from my boyfriend’s mouth, but those are just his fabrications!

He doesn’t have any real evidence himself!”

On the live stream screen, Sang Zhiyi displayed the chat records between “Yuanyuan is not Round” and “I Also Love Beauty.”

“Chen Junze!”

Sang Zhiyi’s eyes quickly filled with tears as she looked at the screen, shouting heartbreakingly across the internet to Chen Junze.

“I went to work at the bar, sweeping floors, washing glasses, mixing drinks—I did all of that, but the money I earned was clean!”

“I have never done anything to betray you!”

“You take the money I worked so hard to earn, yet you fabricate rumors and slander me online!

Are you even human?!”

A series of related evidence was also released one by one in the live stream.

Thus, the audience could see that not long after Shi Qiongqiong and Chen Junze got together, Chen Junze repeatedly told Shi Qiongqiong how poor he was, subtly hinting that he wanted her help.

And Shi Qiongqiong agreed time and again, buying him meals, art supplies, sending red envelopes, and transferring money.

Later, Shi Qiongqiong realized she couldn’t sustain this, so she actively sought out Chen Junze to ask for his opinion on whether she should work at a bar.

This segment was a recording of their phone call.

Shi Qiongqiong’s tone was very conflicted.

“Would the bar be too chaotic?

I’m a little scared…”

Chen Junze’s tone was somewhat eager.

“How much can you earn?”

At this point, Sang Zhiyi choked up and said, “How uneasy I was at the time, you didn’t care at all.

You only cared about how much money I could earn to give you!”

“After you found out the bar paid me pretty well, you were immediately overjoyed.

Whether the job was hard or not, whether I was scared or not, you just pushed me to go to work and then pushed me to send you money!”

One by one, the transfer records were clearly displayed on the live stream screen, the amounts and frequency staggering.

Sang Zhiyi continued her accusations.

“Not only did you take every penny of my wages, but you also took the money I earned from odd jobs during the day whenever I could squeeze in the time, and the money I saved by eating less from my living expenses—all of it went into your pocket!”

“And you never once asked me, ‘Are you tired?’”

Sang Zhiyi seemed to lose control, tears streaming down her face.

“Even an ATM needs to be checked occasionally for malfunctions and maintained, right?!”

“But I’m worse than an ATM!

After draining myself dry, I still have to ask you cautiously, ‘Is it enough?

How much more do you need?’”

Over the course of several months, whenever Chen Junze needed money—from as small as buying a bottle of water to as large as high-quality painting tools and appliances like a refrigerator—there were records of him directly asking Shi Qiongqiong for money.

Sang Zhiyi had organized it all.