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In just ten minutes, the trending topics online were filled with "DNA Evidence Reversal," "Shen Yichen's Surrogacy Scandal," and "Su Wanqing's Old Flame from Five Years Ago."
The reporters bombarded me with questions like a frenzy of blame, and I answered each one briefly:
"Will you sue Shen Yichen next?"
"The evidence has already been submitted to the police."
"Will you return to the Shen family?"
"No—this family has nothing to do with me from now on."
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "But Su Wanqing is missing! There are reports saying she was taken away in an emotional breakdown!"
I frowned, my knuckles turning white from clenching my fists.
Shen Yichen's phone lit up again, and I scoffed as I swiped it away.
The sound of police sirens wailed down the street, and someone rushed up to me with a microphone: "Lin Yue, do you regret it?"
My voice was hoarse: "I only regret believing the wrong person."
A flurry of pink hearts flooded the comments section.
The police pushed through the crowd and approached me directly: "Miss Lin, please cooperate with us at the station for further clarification."
I nodded and walked into the morning drizzle, facing all the cameras and microphones.
Behind me, the reporters' shouts faded into the dawn light—
Shen Yichen's press conference collapsed under the storm of public opinion.
And I, armed with evidence, finally began a new chapter in my life amidst the sound of rain throughout the city.
The police lights outside illuminated my path forward, but suddenly—
From deep within the crowd, Su Wanqing's pale face flashed before my eyes.
She had no makeup on, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were fixed on me with intensity.
"Lin Yue, don't get too smug," she rasped, her voice hoarse.
I walked towards her calmly, step by step—
Suddenly, she stumbled and fell to the ground, her phone shattering with a heavy thud, dust scattering around.
The sound of police sirens grew louder.
I stopped in my tracks, raising the DNA report, my voice cold:
"Return the lies to them."
The police office was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and earth.
I sat straight on the bench, clutching that DNA report tightly.
From the speaker on the desk, the officer asked calmly: "Lin Yue, do you confirm that all accusations are true?"
I spoke clearly into the recording device, detailing every aspect without hesitation.
Su Wanqing had vanished without a trace, while Shen Yichen's lawyer had come three times, the last visit bringing legal documents from the civil affairs bureau.
After verifying the information, the police signed off and let us leave.
The crowd outside had erupted—
Shen Yichen stood there with a dark expression, blocking the glass door of the civil affairs bureau. His suit was wrinkled, as if he had been washed away by last night's rain, looking comically disheveled.
Su Wanqing was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind a mess of shattered phone cases on the ground, just as haphazard as her cobbled-together lies.
Cameras and microphones were jammed at the entrance, and overnight the live stream had surged to a million views.
My phone screen flickered with red notifications; the barrage of comments flew by like bullets. "Lin Yue is online," they exclaimed. The live scene was explosive, comments flooding in non-stop.
I took off my mask and didn’t stop anyone anymore. With my chest held high against the flashes of light, I walked towards the registration hall of the civil affairs bureau.
The staff handed over the documents: Have both parties agreed on the divorce terms?
I raised my hand and spread the divorce agreement out on the table.
Walking away with nothing, and not just that—overseas accounts, real estate, a list of company assets, all meticulously bound together, leaving no detail overlooked.
Shen Yichen took off his watch, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Lin Yue, don’t be so ruthless; everyone is watching."
I looked at him as he spoke in a low, submissive tone and sneered: I warned you before to be kinder to me; otherwise, I would expose everything.
Shen Yichen gritted his teeth, stubbornly trying to save face: "Aren’t you afraid that dividing the assets will make you a laughingstock?"
I leaned in closer and whispered into the microphone: "Say whatever you want; the shares are already in my name. Once this agreement is signed, you’re nothing."
In front of the camera, his face was dark and frustrated, like a frog stuck in the mud.
He tried to struggle: "Yue Yue, give me a break. Some of the asset transfers weren’t my decision; it was a business necessity…"
How ironic; he truly was cunning. Unfortunately, I had already set the trap.
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