Chapter 59: The Second Strike

The live stream audience was stunned by the countless transfer records.

[???

Oh my god, even a workhorse donkey wouldn’t be exploited this hard?!]

[Is she his girlfriend or his s*ave?!]

[Holy shit, I don’t even know what to say besides holy shit.

Chen Junze is a genius, a model of getting something for nothing!]

There were also some who coveted such treatment.

[Miss, look at me!

Can I get your contact info?

I’m not as greedy as your ex-boyfriend; I only want half the money!]

[So there really are girlfriends more virtuous than the virtuous snail girl in this world?!

Chen Junze must have cultivated good karma for eight lifetimes to meet a girlfriend like this, right?!]

[No joke, I’m so envious of a girlfriend so young, pretty, and selflessly devoted.

Qiongqiong, forget about that ex-boyfriend and get together with me!]

In addition, Sang Zhiyi also displayed all the various qualifications of the bar where Shi Qiongqiong had worked, as well as the bar owner’s helpless notice to Shi Qiongqiong explaining the situation and firing her after the incident, proving that the bar where she worked was a legal entertainment venue.

And Shi Qiongqiong herself had been clean from beginning to end, without a single stain.

At the end, Sang Zhiyi ended the live broadcast in tears.

Her eyes were red, filled with shattered fragments of light.

Her pale, haggard face flushed with emotion.

She bit her lip tightly, not letting herself cry out, silently expressing her anger and helplessness.

A pear blossom brings spring rain; Sang Zhiyi cried intensely, but not messily, even quite beautifully, evoking great pity.

With decisive evidence presented by Sang Zhiyi, after the broadcast ended, the clarifications from this live stream quickly spread, and more and more people learned that Shi Qiongqiong had actually been framed.

What had helped spread the rumors far and wide—Shi Qiongqiong’s pretty photos—now helped Sang Zhiyi’s tearful beauty accelerate the spread of the truth.

Sang Zhiyi knew very well that there is no absolute disadvantage.

As long as the method is appropriate, any disadvantage can become a weapon she can use.

Within just a few days, the topic “Female College Student Who Worked at a Bar Clarifies in Live Stream” swept across the entire internet, becoming the sequel to the news of the “female college student entertaining guests at a bar.”

Sang Zhiyi released her live stream recording and all the evidence in the form of videos and long images, with editing and layout that were quite concise and aesthetically pleasing.

She also thoughtfully provided a streamlined version, ensuring that anyone who wanted to eat the melon could clearly understand the causes and consequences.

This kind of melon with a huge reversal was very popular among netizens.

For a time, the attention on this incident reached a new high.

Those who had spoken up for Shi Qiongqiong before suddenly had their backs straightened, and those who had simply gone with the flow and believed whatever others said also switched sides.

[I said there were suspicious points!

That guy really isn’t a good person!]

[One side has no evidence, the other has solid proof.

Only a fool wouldn’t know who’s right and who’s wrong, right?]

[It really shows you need to get the whole story when eating a melon.]

Many who had previously stood with Chen Junze in righteous indignation, now finding themselves slapped in the face, turned even more hateful toward Chen Junze.

[Damn, I cursed an innocent girl!

It’s all Chen Junze’s fault!]

[This guy is really disgusting.

Spending all day fantasizing about his girlfriend cuckolding him—does he have some kind of fetish?!]

Amidst the denouncements of Chen Junze, there were also many who remained stubborn, turning a blind eye to the ironclad evidence, showing a refusal to see or hear.

They were naturally met with ridicule.

When pressed hard by the sarcasm, they pulled out that classic line—”The man was wrong, but is the woman completely blameless?

They’re both just as bad”—trying to blame both sides equally.

Others nitpicked details.

[Those chat records where Chen Junze himself said he had no actual evidence—weren’t they with Shi Qiongqiong, right?

Who were they with?

Why not say?

And in those chat records, isn’t it all just deliberate leading?

Who would believe such things?]

The reversal was so big that even if Chen Junze hadn’t learned of it immediately, he found out the next day.

Seeing those screenshots of chat records between himself and “Yuanyuan is not Round” appear in Shi Qiongqiong’s live stream, Chen Junze himself was stunned.

Did Shi Qiongqiong know Qiao Yuanyuan?!

But Chen Junze wasn’t a fool.

He quickly realized that the identity of “Qiao Yuanyuan” might be very problematic.

He immediately dialed “Qiao Yuanyuan’s” phone number, listening to the ringing, while quickly thinking about what to do if she didn’t answer.

Blast her with messages?

If she just hadn’t heard the phone or wasn’t convenient to answer, that might work, but if she had really deceived him and was deliberately hiding, it would be useless!

It was also at this moment that Chen Junze belatedly realized that although he had chatted quite a bit with “Qiao Yuanyuan” over the past half month, the information he actually knew about her was very limited, only a very general concept.

In contrast, he himself had unknowingly told her a lot of information, eagerly expressing his sincerity to her.

Before Chen Junze could fully process his thoughts and start getting angry, unexpectedly, Sang Zhiyi answered the phone.

“Hello?”

Sang Zhiyi said softly.

“What’s wrong, Junze?”

Sang Zhiyi’s voice was still the familiar “Qiao Yuanyuan”—sweet and soft, with a slightly drawn-out ending, everything she said sounding like acting cute.

Hearing this voice, Chen Junze felt his heart soften again, and all his anger disappeared.

He just loved listening to Sang Zhiyi speak.

But the next second, Sang Zhiyi’s voice suddenly changed to Shi Qiongqiong’s vocal tone.

“I know why you called me,” Sang Zhiyi said, the coquettishness in her tone gone in an instant, replaced by cold indifference.

“It’s just what you think.

I deliberately pretended to be ‘Qiao Yuanyuan’ to get close to you, with the purpose of getting you to say those words yourself.”

Sang Zhiyi laughed very softly.

“The person ‘Qiao Yuanyuan’ simply doesn’t exist in this world.”

“Your dream of latching onto a wealthy, beautiful woman and living comfortably off her forever will never come true.”

Chen Junze: “…?!”

Hearing the direct mockery in Sang Zhiyi’s drawn-out ending, even though he had already had some mental preparation, Chen Junze still felt his mind go blank for an instant.

The identity of Qiao Yuanyuan actually did have a problem—it was completely fake?!

And Qiao Yuanyuan was actually Shi Qiongqiong in disguise?!

Then all his efforts over this period to please “Qiao Yuanyuan,” and his fantasies of meeting the real “Qiao Yuanyuan”—had they all become a joke?!

Chen Junze was filled with shame and anger.

“Shi Qiongqiong!”

He roared, his eyes splitting.

“You—”

All he got in response was the dial tone of a disconnected call.

After mocking Chen Junze for his daydreaming, Sang Zhiyi simply did not care what his reaction would be.

She directly hung up and cleanly blocked and deleted Chen Junze, to avoid him bothering her further.

This scumbag Chen Junze no longer had any value to exploit.

The subsequent debt-collection process could be completed unilaterally on her side.

Sang Zhiyi had other things to do; she was busy.

***

When you decide to strike at an enemy and have thrown the first punch, what should you do next?

Sang Zhiyi’s habit was to continue striking in the shortest possible time, until the enemy could no longer recover.

Taking advantage of the ongoing popularity of the clarification news, Sang Zhiyi next exposed Chen Junze’s cheating on the college entrance exam.

There was Wang Hongzhi’s video testimony, there was Chen Junze’s exam painting exhibited at his high school alma mater, and there was the original painting that Sang Zhiyi and Wang Hongzhi had specifically searched for half a day before finding in a corner of the wood shed at Wang Hongzhi’s home.

This original painting had not been well preserved.

It had dark stains of unknown origin and the paper itself was damaged.

Looking at this “old friend” he hadn’t seen in years, Wang Hongzhi looked very troubled.

“The painting is already like this…”

Wang Hongzhi’s face was full of worry.

“Can it still be used?”

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