"The Song family, one of the four great families, is truly a family that goes back on their word! What, do money and power give you the right to do whatever you please?"
"Holy cow, the fake daughter fawning over Young Master Song is truly sickening. Has she forgotten that her own fifth brother was nearly killed on the racetrack? If it wasn't for the real daughter risking her life to save their fifth brother, he would be dead!"
"She even puts on a saintly act, criticizing the real daughter from on high! If Notre Dame collapses, perhaps she'll have nowhere to go!"
"Let's be honest, this fake daughter is just jealous of the real daughter, isn't she? If the real daughter had lost the car race, that fake daughter would have absolutely, righteously demanded the real daughter honor the bet."
"Tsk, the fake daughter left with Young Master Song in the end, and Young Master Song couldn't catch the real daughter... Tsk tsk, the fake daughter has shot herself in the foot this time."
All sorts of sharp words thoroughly lambasted the Song family, Song Zhe Kun, and the Song family's racing team.
Even though the Song family was one of the four great families in Xia Country.
Under the nationwide condemnation of the citizens, they would certainly be affected.
As expected, in just a few minutes.
Song Zhe Kun's phone was bombarded by angry shouts from the head of the Song family.
The speakerphone wasn't on.
Ming Zhi Rou could hear the enraged cursing coming from Song Zhe Kun's phone.
Ming Zhi Rou's face turned deathly pale.
Her delicate body trembled slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
How could this happen...
How could this possibly happen...
Young Master Song had clearly said he had deleted all the videos!
How could they have been exposed online?
Wait!
It seemed... it seemed that after she and Ming Zheng had their argument, she vaguely heard the sound of Ming Zheng typing on a keyboard from the other end of the phone.
Ming Zheng had also used that arrogant and dismissive tone to ask her if she was really sure everything was deleted.
And then...
And then it all...
Exploded!
It was Ming Zheng!
She did this?
How could she... how could she possibly have this kind of ability?
This scale of exposure, even the Song family couldn't suppress it.
Ming Zheng couldn't possibly have done this.
Ming Zhi Rou staggered back two steps, her mind filled with the sharp, ear-piercing curses from the comments.
The persona she had painstakingly maintained.
Had completely collapsed!
She had now become...
Synonymous with "white lotus" and "green tea bitch"!
Ming Zhi Rou's legs felt weak, and she collapsed onto the ground.
Her eyes reddened with pain, and her sanity snapped completely in this instant.
She crazily grabbed her phone and redialed Ming Zheng.
This time, Ming Zheng answered very quickly.
Her voice was lazily languid, with a hint of wickedness and unrestraint: "Satisfied with what you've seen?"
"Ming Zheng!"
Ming Zhi Rou gritted her teeth, as if biting into the name of an enemy, her hatred boundless: "What are you doing? That's the Song family! You dared to leak the Song family's videos, aren't you afraid of offending the Song family by whoever is backing you?"
Yes, Ming Zheng didn't have this capability.
But Ming Zheng had a sugar daddy now.
It must be Ming Zheng's sugar daddy who intervened and helped!
Ming Zheng chuckled, her voice melodious: "You don't need to worry about that. You should worry more about yourself. Your dream of marrying into a wealthy family has been shattered."
"You!" Ming Zhi Rou's throat felt like it was burning. Her eyes were red-hot.
Before she could even unleash a hysterical stream of curses at Ming Zheng.
With a *slap*.
A slap landed on her face.
Her head was sharply turned to the side.
A burning pain spread across her cheek.
Song Zhe Kun's face was ashen, his eyes filled with fury.
Then, he snatched the phone from Ming Zhi Rou's hand: "Ming Zheng."
"Tsk, Young Master Song." The girl's languid tone, calling out a respectful title like "Young Master Song," sounded exceptionally sarcastic.
Song Zhe Kun felt as though his right hand, which had already been bandaged and was no longer in pain, was starting to ache again.
His face contorted further: "Ming Zheng, do you want to know why a daughter of the Ming family like you ended up living outside?"
After asking.
He didn't wait for Ming Zheng's reply, his voice growing increasingly ominous: "If you want to know, meet me at the back mountain of the Song family tonight."
With that, he clenched his phone and threw it at Ming Zhi Rou's face.
"I told you to lure Ming Zheng out, why did you provoke her?" Song Zhe Kun had clearly been reprimanded quite severely by the head of the Song family, and was now taking out his anger on Ming Zhi Rou.
Ming Zhi Rou clutched her phone, the entire side of her face feeling hot and uncomfortable.
Her small face was extremely pale.
She had been provoking Ming Zheng from the start, and he had heard it all, even chuckling with extreme malice.
Wasn't he just approving of her provoking Ming Zheng?
"Ming Zhi Rou, you said... you said this secret was enough to control Ming Zheng."
Song Zhe Kun grabbed Ming Zhi Rou's hair and pulled her in front of him, looking at her face up close, "If I find out you were lying to me, the consequences... you know yourself!"
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Ming Zheng tossed her phone onto the table, her eyebrows arching slightly.
She knew from the beginning that this call from Ming Zhi Rou was definitely arranged by Song Zhe Kun.
After all, she was the one who had crippled Song Zhe Kun's hand.
Given Song Zhe Kun's personality, he would undoubtedly seek revenge.
Her reason for living outside?
Heh.
Did Ming Zhi Rou think she was interested in that reason?
She didn't even care about the Ming family anymore.
How could she possibly be interested in why she ended up living outside?
Moreover, this was clearly Song Zhe Kun wanting revenge.
However...
She would indeed go.
Song Zhe Kun would not be content.
If he continued to scheme behind the scenes, it would only be more troublesome.
It was better to resolve it openly and put an end to it once and for all.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
It was the cleaning staff arranged by the property management.
A woman in her mid-forties, around forty-five or forty-six, arrived, with a very pleasant and cheerful demeanor.
Ming Zheng instructed her on which areas needed cleaning.
Her phone rang again, this time with a video call notification.
Ming Zheng: "..."
She felt like she was particularly busy today.
She glanced at the name popping up on the screen and answered the video call.
An exquisite and handsome face instantly appeared on the screen.
Mo Qi Yu, having shed the appearance of crying loudly and miserably that morning, was now laughing with unrestrained delight.
He aimed the camera at the giant television screen behind him.
The screen was playing the video that Ming Zheng had just exposed.
"Baby, you did a great job! So satisfying!"
Mo Qi Yu shook his head excitedly, "That little scumbag really thought deleting all the videos was enough. I really want to see his twisted face when he sees this video!"
Ming Zheng's expression was blank: "Okay."
Mo Qi Yu: "?"
Ming Zheng: "If you want to see his twisted face, pick me up tonight."
Mo Qi Yu's eyes lit up instantly: "Baby! Are you finally going to make a move? Going to teach that little scumbag a lesson and stage a 'Tian Liang Song Po'?"
Ming Zheng: "...No, we're meeting for a fight tonight."