"So... so..."
Ming Zhi Rou was completely speechless at Ming Zheng's attitude.
Ming Zheng shouldn't have reacted like this after hearing she was safe!
She didn't need to look at Ming Zheng's expression.
From Ming Zheng's tone, she could tell.
Whether she lived or died with Song Zhe Kun was of no consequence.
To Ming Zheng, she was just an insignificant stranger.
This realization made Ming Zhi Rou feel defeated.
Closely followed by a deep sense of unwillingness.
All along, Ming Zhi Rou believed she was the center of everyone's attention, the focus of all eyes.
Even with the true daughter, Ming Zheng, returning, her position remained unchanged.
She was accustomed to the Ming family's devotion to her.
She was also accustomed to Ming Zheng, the true daughter, bowing and scraping before her.
Watching Ming Zheng being repeatedly schemed against by her, losing the trust and affection of the Ming family.
She felt an immense sense of triumph.
Manipulating the Ming family with ease, trampling the true daughter into the dust.
But now...
The one who had always been stepped on was now attempting to rise.
And attempting to stand above her!
Even to the point of disdain?
Ming Zheng's actions were like mocking her, making her seem like a mere clown!
It was only her, unilaterally, desperately trying to crush Ming Zheng.
Ming Zhi Rou clenched her phone, her fingertips turning white. Her sweet and delicate face was contorted beyond concealment.
Enraged, she was about to hang up.
Just then, she heard a light laugh from the other end of the phone.
The girl's voice, through the phone, had a subtle electric quality, casual and lazy.
That laugh.
It was as if it was mocking Ming Zhi Rou.
Ming Zhi Rou's face instantly turned ashen, her grip on the phone tightening.
"Ming Zhi Rou, are you truly foolish, or are you pretending to be?"
Ming Zheng continued to laugh, "Regardless of whether you were a tool for venting anger with Song Zhe Kun, or treated as an honored guest."
"Given Song Zhe Kun's reputation as a scoundrel, and the news that I, the true daughter of the Ming family, severed one of his hands, what kind of criticism do you think you, the fake daughter taken by Song Zhe Kun, will face?"
She was still smug about having spent a day and a night with Song Zhe Kun without suffering any harm.
Thinking she was clever and resourceful.
Having managed to fool Young Master Song into not laying a hand on her?
Heh.
Song Zhe Kun knew perfectly well that as long as Ming Zhi Rou stayed with him for a night.
Regardless of whether anything happened, Ming Zhi Rou's reputation would be ruined.
"In the future, even if you want to find a high-ranking family to attach yourself to, or seek a suitable husband, no influential and powerful family will want a woman of your questionable reputation."
Ming Zheng deliberately slowed her speech, enunciating each word, ensuring Ming Zhi Rou heard it clearly.
Ming Zhi Rou's face, as sweet as a lotus blossom, turned deathly pale.
Her gentle, beautiful eyes instantly filled with hatred: "Ming Zheng! You... you're spouting nonsense!"
Ming Zheng chuckled, her laughter growing more carefree, carrying a hint of condescending disdain: "Whether it's nonsense, you already know the answer, don't you?"
Yes!
She admitted that everything Ming Zheng said was the truth!
No matter how she was treated by Song Zhe Kun.
As long as she was taken away by Song Zhe Kun.
Her reputation was already ruined.
But...
A triumphant smile appeared on Ming Zhi Rou's face: "Ming Zheng, what are you gloating about? You miscalculated."
"Yin Yang Mountain is Song family property, Young Master Song's territory! Young Master Song had all the surveillance footage destroyed and warned everyone present. No one dares to defy the heir of the Song family, one of the Four Great Families."
"No one will know... what happened last night!"
Ming Zheng listened to Ming Zhi Rou's triumphant laughter and slightly raised an eyebrow, a hint of casual mockery in her gaze: "Oh? Is that so?"
She had already walked to the computer room.
Opening the computer.
Casually placing her phone on the desk.
Then, her slender, jade-like fingers landed on the keyboard.
As if playing a piano piece, her fingertips danced across the keyboard, leaving only a blur.
Soon, a large block of code appeared on the computer screen.
Ten seconds later.
The code disappeared.
On the screen, a video appeared.
Her slender fingers pressed the final key, and she leaned back, sinking softly into the gaming chair.
"Oh? Are you sure no one knows about what happened on Yin Yang Mountain?"
The moment Ming Zheng finished speaking.
She could clearly hear a gasp from Ming Zhi Rou's end: "Young Master Song, something's wrong! Last night's... the racing video has been uploaded online!"
On the other side, there was chaos.
Ming Zhi Rou immediately hung up the phone.
Ming Zheng smiled faintly, her ruby-red lips blooming like an alluring yet deadly poppy.
Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the desk.
Her gaze fell on the video on the screen.
The video displayed all the footage from the large screen during the Yin Yang Mountain race.
It even included the "severed hand" bet between Song Zhe Kun and Ming Zheng.
It also included the commentator's words, all spoken with crystal clarity.
It clearly showed Ming Zheng entering the track, giving the Song family's racing team a seven-kilometer head start.
And when Ming Zheng was about to catch up, Song Zhe Kun used the Song family's racing team to perform life-threatening dangerous maneuvers on the track, forcing Ming Zheng to retreat.
Finally, it showed Song Zhe Kun's refusal to honor his promise after losing the race, his anger, and his attempt to capture Ming Zheng.
Everything was clearly exposed online.
High-definition footage, clear audio, comparable to a blockbuster movie.
Most importantly...
The exposure was immense.
It appeared on China's internet in the shortest possible time.
Basically, wherever there was big data, this video could be seen comprehensively.
Even if they deleted it all, so what?
As long as a trace was left on the internet.
She could restore it immediately.
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Ming Zhi Rou stood before a massive projector, watching the playback with Song Zhe Kun.
When she saw the race end and Song Zhe Kun, refusing to concede, attempting to attack Ming Zheng, she rushed forward and unleashed a barrage of insincere words towards Ming Zheng.
Everything she said was clearly broadcast online.
Her face instantly turned deathly pale.
And the barrage of comments above the video continued to scroll by—
[Holy crap! Who is the racer in that purple car? That skill! Definitely a professional!]
[The Ming family's true daughter who was lost? Holy crap! As expected, quality genes are quality genes, even if she was a stray daughter, her inherent genes are excellent!]
[What kind of goddess-like young lady is this? She's too amazing!]
[My mom asked me why I'm watching the video kneeling. Because I was conquered by Ming Zheng... no, by Sister Zheng's coolness!]
[This fake daughter is so disgusting. Don't you understand the principle of losing gracefully? Even if Young Master Song is the heir of one of the Four Great Families, he must fulfill the bet he agreed to!]