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The lights in the livestream room flickered on, casting my face in shadow, leaving only my hoarse voice to be heard.
Dear viewers, tread carefully. Here lies an agreement that will allow you to feast on the drama to your heart's content.
As soon as the stream began, a flood of viewers surged onto the screen, the numbers skyrocketing.
The barrage of comments filled the air: Another self-exposer? Lin Yue herself?
I didn’t respond directly; instead, I held the agreement up to the camera, the cold, hard clauses dazzling the eyes of those watching.
The names Shen Yichen and Su Wanqing were slapped down before everyone.
You say I’m an unwed mother, that I faked a marriage, but who dares claim they don’t understand this agreement?
The audience erupted into chaos, a mix of skepticism and screams, with some well-known influencers joining in the comments.
Some took screenshots, while others shouted for screen recordings.
I sneered: The child isn’t Shen Yichen’s; it’s clearly stated in the surrogacy agreement. Shen Yichen and Su Wanqing are the true culprits behind this deception.
My phone vibrated violently; the backend administrator was frantically sending warnings, but I remained unmoved.
Page after page of the agreement flipped by, each recording matching up perfectly with my claims.
That audio clip recorded in the hallway, mixed with Su Wanqing’s soft voice, played loudly for all to hear.
The agreement would be signed tomorrow, and she would never be able to hold her head high again.
The child isn't actually yours... but she is already pregnant, so this agreement is fair to her.
The live stream erupted in chaos, with comments flooding in.
Shen Yichen Forced Wife to Surrogate Su Wanqing Mistress Takes the Lead quickly trended on social media.
I cut off the live stream, panting as if I were going mad.
The company's public relations department immediately sent a statement to the media. As soon as Shen Yichen's profile picture lit up, the phone was bound to explode.
Sure enough, within ten minutes, the stock price plummeted, and the comments in the Shen Group stock forum were filled with accusations of "garbage company" and "stock market scam."
Before I could catch my breath, the live stream was trending at the top of the influencer charts.
The backstage showed a million viewers online, and the traffic data skyrocketed.
Suddenly, a string of calls appeared on the screen, all from Shen Yichen.
I didn’t answer, letting the ringing jangle my nerves.
Then, major media outlets arrived at the entrance of the community, with paparazzi crowding downstairs.
I put on a mask, took full photos of the agreement, and uploaded them to my secondary Weibo account.
With a fierce strike on the keyboard, I typed: "Look closely, who the real 'madman' is."
Just as the situation escalated across the internet, Shen Yichen finally couldn’t hold back any longer and appeared at the company press conference.
The cold, live broadcast camera zoomed in, and I sat in a small room, my palms sweating.
On the screen, Shen Yichen wore a dark expression, his voice low: "Lin Yue has mental issues; the agreement is merely her personal fantasy."
I and Su Wanqing are innocent; everything is a setup against us.
Beside me, Su Wanqing stood trembling, her face pale, tears streaming down her chin.
When she spoke, it was as if she was about to faint from crying: "Sister Lin Yue, you misunderstood; it’s all my fault for not taking care of things... I didn’t do anything..."
The reporters on-site sneered: "What about the signatures and facial recognition on that agreement? Chairman Shen, was it photoshopped or AI-generated?"
Upon hearing this, Su Wanqing could no longer contain herself and broke down in sobs:
"I really didn’t do anything! It was Lin Yue who kept framing me; she’s jealous..."
Gasps filled the audience, and the camera cornered her with nowhere to escape.
The comments flooded in: "The mistress plays innocent," "The Shen family’s image crumbles."
In that moment, I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff overlooking a sea of flames; it was finally their turn to be caught in their own deceit and reveal their true selves.
At the impromptu shareholders' meeting, Shen Yichen's gaze was almost lethal, his entire demeanor radiating extreme agitation.
The executives behind the scenes scrambled to protect themselves, turning off their phones and exiting the group chat.
An investor in the chat exploded in anger: "Shen Yichen, you’ve ruined everyone!"
Meanwhile, I hid in the dim light of my rented room, my fingers tingling with anxiety.
The live stream numbers continued to rise, but at that moment, countless private messages flooded in like a tide:
"Lin Yue, we believe in you."
"Clear your name, don’t give up."
Those familiar yet unfamiliar avatars suddenly felt warm and painful all at once.
Downstairs, reporters crowded together, their loudspeakers repeatedly calling my name.
I didn’t push open the window; I simply gazed quietly at the night sky outside.
After a rainstorm, the city’s dawn began to brighten.
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