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As everyone looked on, the truth became clear: I gained three hundred thousand followers overnight. In contrast, Yan Yanfeng lost a million followers in just one night. She was completely finished; all her resources vanished, production teams rushed to terminate contracts, and her advertising endorsements were handed over to others.
Yan Yanfeng was frantic and called me to demand an explanation. "Yan Ruyu, what do you mean by this?"
"What do you mean?" I feigned ignorance, deliberately teasing her.
"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? What do you think you are? Just a third-rate actress! Let me tell you, our the Yan Family has assets worth over a hundred billion. I could easily crush you with just a fraction of that."
"Is that so? Then go ahead and try," I replied without a hint of fear, smirking as I added, "If you could really inherit that fortune, would you even bother becoming a star?"
"You!"
Yan Yanfeng was furious, and I hung up the phone without hesitation. This time, she was seriously wounded and likely wouldn’t bounce back anytime soon.
However, in the afternoon, Yan Yanfeng posted a response. "A woman who climbed to the top using her body dares to bully me?"
"Yan Ruyu, do you really think I don’t know your true colors? Your underwear is still on my brother's bed; should I bring it out for everyone to see?"
With that, she released a photo—the very one that had wronged me in my past life.
The internet went wild at her words.
"Yan Yanfeng is amazing; this is huge news! Yan Ruyu actually had an affair with your brother!"
"Tsk tsk, I always knew Yan Ruyu wasn’t a good person. Playing around like this is truly shameless."
In an instant, millions of comments flooded in, and my Weibo account was overwhelmed. Of course, some clear-headed netizens raised doubts.
"What can one photo prove? I want to see more evidence."
"Exactly! Just one photo claiming it's someone’s underwear? I could say it’s mine too."
The public opinion was growing increasingly intense, and netizens were tagging me everywhere.
“Yan Ruyu, come out and say something!”
“Yeah, are you really an escort?”
“If you don’t show up soon, we’ll take it as you admitting it.”
...
Director Wang stepped up again, “Impossible, Yan Ruyu is not that kind of person. What can a single photo prove?”
“Of course it can prove something; this is the truth.”
Yan Boyi personally took to Weibo, stating, “The wealthy don’t welcome escorts. Yan Ruyu, please stay away.”
As soon as those words were out, the sycophants rejoiced.
They flooded the comments under Yan Boyi's Weibo with their own revealing photos, all belittling me.
“Brother, do I look good? I can do it.”
“Brother, I’m not only prettier than Yan Ruyu, but I’m also cleaner. Choose me!”
...
I directly retweeted his post.
“I don’t welcome scummy men like Yan Xiaoxiao either. At least Cucumber and Little Eggplant are more enjoyable; they last less than ten seconds—what trash.”
A thunderclap erupted from nowhere, and suddenly the netizens exploded with excitement.
“This gossip is too juicy; we have to dig in!”
“Yan Ruyu is amazing; I support you!”
“Yan Ruyu, is it really small? Can you share the approximate size?”
“Sisters express deep sympathy for you!”
Just as the entire internet was buzzing with heated discussions, a strange number called in.
"Hello, is this Yan Ruyu?"
I frowned. "Yes, it's me. Who are you?"
"I am the daughter of the chairman of Zhenhua Group and the fiancée of Yan Boyi. I'm calling to ask you one thing: is it true that what you said about Yan Boyi is accurate?"
I remained silent.
Noticing my lack of response, she continued, "I don't care about his private life, but since you mentioned it, I need to grasp his weaknesses to leverage our marriage arrangement. Please understand."
I sighed. "I'm sorry, I'll do my best to make the public believe it's true."
Fiancée: "Thank you."
After hanging up, within half an hour, topics like "One Centimeter Prince" and "Ten Second Man" surged to the trending list.
It was clear that the fiancée had taken action.
The next day, I woke up to dozens of missed calls, all from Yan Boyi and Yan Yanfeng.
Yan Boyi even left me a message on Weibo: "Yan Ruyu, stop spreading rumors. I will contact a lawyer for evidence; expect a lawyer's letter."
"Who knows you? You're just a short and sour cucumber, Little Eggplant, Ten Second Man."
After posting on Weibo, I rolled my eyes.
Yan Boyi was furious and immediately engaged in a Weibo war with me.
"You’re the Ten Second Man; your whole family is Ten Seconds!"
I was speechless; Yan Boyi was so angry he couldn't even manage basic rebuttals.
Netizens were enjoying the drama: "What a shocking scandal! This is entertaining!"
"The prince is furious for his sister's honor; Ten Second Man publicly slanders a female star."
"I'm dying of laughter; the esteemed prince publicly defames a female star for his sister's reputation—what a boss!"
"Exactly! Yan Ruyu is doing just fine; why slander her? That's too much!"
"Boycott the Yan Family products! Boycott the Yan Family!"
...
Now, the stock price of the Yan Family's company plummeted directly to its limit.
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