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A new round of battle had just begun.
Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks echoed from upstairs.
I looked up sharply, my heart tightening unexpectedly.
The knocking felt like a heavy hammer striking my heart, rapid and unrelenting, causing even the light above to tremble slightly.
I took a deep breath and walked to the door. Through the peephole, I saw a stranger's face—a man with a camera slung over his shoulder, flanked by three reporters holding microphones.
"Miss Lin Yue, we are from Real-Time Hot News. We would like to ask for your response to the recent press conference held by Shen Yichen."
Before he could finish his question, I coldly unlatched the security chain on the door.
The morning after the rain left the corridor littered with muddy water and cigarette butts.
I didn’t respond directly; I merely glanced at them, tucked the agreement under my arm, and whispered, "If you want to hear the truth, follow me."
They followed me like hounds sensing their prey, dragging their equipment behind them as the stairs echoed with their footsteps.
Outside the community gate, a crowd had already gathered, the sound of camera shutters clicking in rapid succession, igniting the scent of fresh prey.
I put on my mask and pulled out my phone; the live-streaming app lit up quickly. This time, I faced the camera head-on, without any disguise.
The voice feature hadn’t even been activated when the comments began flooding in:
"Lin Yue is cornered! How will she retaliate?"
I am not in a hurry.
The agreement in my hand was placed in front of the reporter's camera, the corners of the paper stained with raindrops.
This surrogacy agreement was jointly signed by Shen Yichen and Su Wanqing, black and white on paper, impossible to wash away.
I flipped through the document page by page, the camera closely following, capturing even the tremor of my fingertips clearly.
Shen Yichen's signature was bold and strong—while Su Wanqing's name was crooked and shaky, full of guilt.
An older female reporter questioned skeptically, "Shen Yichen has publicly denied it, claiming you have mental issues and that the agreement is fake. How can you prove it?"
I smirked, turned on the background sound, and played that recording.
The voice echoed out loud, Su Wanqing's tone laced with tears: "The agreement will be signed tomorrow; she will never be able to hold her head high... The child isn’t yours; this agreement is already very merciful to her."
Raindrops fell from the railing onto the heads of the onlookers.
The reporters held their breath, their cameras focused on my face.
I raised my gaze, my tone icy: "This is not just a simple surrogacy agreement; it also includes a DNA test report. This child... is not Shen Yichen's at all."
As soon as I finished speaking, I slammed the DNA report onto the short table, the cardstock hitting the surface with a dull thud.
"Lin Yue, is what you said true? Do you have evidence?" someone shouted loudly.
I aimed the DNA test results at the camera.
The names, sampling sources, and dates were all consistent, with the subject being Shen Yichen, excluding any parental relationship.
The comments section exploded in an instant:
"Impressive, the main character is directly named!"
"Did the scumbag and the mistress stab each other in the back before achieving their goals? DNA evidence, who can wash that away?"
A reporter excitedly stumbled over his words: "Lin Yue, did you say that Su Wanqing was originally Mr. Shen's ex-girlfriend? Was this agreement initiated by her?"
I quietly leaned against the edge of the table, gazing into the other person's suspicious eyes: Yes, Su Wanqing had been with Shen Yichen five years ago. She had been pregnant once but was ruthlessly abandoned by him. Now, she was using the same tactics to push everything onto me.
I played a short segment of a recorded phone call I had secretly captured:
"Lin Yue has left; the house and shares are all mine. Isn't what Shen Yichen wants fame and fortune? What kind of man is he..."
The air suddenly turned cold.
Downstairs, paparazzi rushed up, their flashes illuminating my face to a ghostly white.
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