Met with Wen Yan's cold and sharp gaze, Little Peach Bunny couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.
The smile on her lips unconsciously faded.
What did she mean?
Could it be that she actually managed to figure something out?
Little Peach Bunny had a bad premonition in her heart. She wanted to go offline, but seeing the crazily rising number of fans, she couldn't bear to hang up the video call.
Little Peach Bunny smiled stiffly, "Miss Wen, if you slander and wrong me at will, I can sue you."
Wen Yan looked at Little Peach Bunny with a serious expression, "I never tell lies. Auntie Ji's son, Ji Xi, worked as a child model for your online store two years ago. You shouldn't have forgotten him, right?"
Little Peach Bunny's pupils suddenly shrank.
Of course she remembered Ji Xi. Two years ago, when he was five or six, he looked like a carved piece of jade, incredibly cute.
She had stumbled upon him at the gate of his kindergarten. That day, all the other students had been picked up by their parents, leaving him standing there all alone.
He waited for over an hour before his aunt finally arrived late.
She took the initiative to hand her business card to his aunt, wanting Ji Xi to be a child model for her online store with daily pay.
She could tell that Ji Xi's family was not well-off. The salary she offered was higher than the daily income of an average family, and sure enough, his aunt agreed.
After Ji Xi became a child model for her store, she learned that he was from a single-parent family. His mother was working outside as a nanny. Despite his young age, he was very sensible and wanted to share his mother's financial burden.
What a pity—
"You look glamorous on the outside, but your heart has long been filthy. You are a severe pedophile, and Ji Xi is probably the only child model you failed to get your hands on."
"Harboring resentment, you deliberately made him fall off the stage during one of his shoots, leaving him paralyzed and bedridden."
"You compensated Ji Xi's aunt with a sum of money to settle the matter privately. When Auntie Ji came back and wanted to settle the score with you, she couldn't get close to you. Coupled with the obstruction from the Ji family, she was driven mad."
"After her mental state recovered a bit, she managed to find out which residential compound you lived in. She became the live-in nanny for your downstairs neighbor. She usually brings you dumplings and greets you just to spy on your home situation."
"Finding out that you live alone, she is preparing to stab you to avenge her son!"
"You ruined her son, so she will ruin you!"
Wen Yan's words were nothing short of a depth charge.
Not only did they blow Little Peach Bunny's mind blank, but they also stunned the netizens watching the livestream!
Oh my god, no way?
This is too unbelievable!
Little Peach Bunny looks so pure and harmless, how could she possibly do such a thing?
"Your startup capital came from filming videos of little boys and posting them on the dark web to profit from the traffic. You are very smart; the little boys you look for every time are from poor families but have good looks. Their parents are ignorant, or rather, beasts who are willing to sell anything for money."
"Auntie Ji is the only parent who, despite poor family conditions, gave Ji Xi early sex education. That's why you didn't succeed with him!"
The color on Little Peach Bunny's face faded at an almost visible speed, turning completely pale.
Her eyes widened, and she glared at Wen Yan in a mix of humiliation, anger, and disbelief. "Bullshit! I will definitely sue you for defamation!"
Inside, however, she was terrified.
She started to regret it. She shouldn't have let Wen Yan read her fortune just to ride the traffic!
How was she to know that just by reading a face, one could figure out such deeply hidden secrets!
"Just wait for my lawyer's letter!"
Although she felt extremely guilty, Little Peach Bunny dared not show it on her face.
She hurriedly tried to turn off the video, only to find that she couldn't close it no matter what.
Her phone seemed to be controlled by someone.
Not only could she not close the video, but she also couldn't turn off the phone.
What on earth was going on?
Had she seen a ghost?
The netizens watching the livestream originally didn't quite believe Wen Yan's words, but the expression on Little Peach Bunny's face, which was on the verge of collapsing, was truly too subtle to ignore.
—Holy crap! Could Wen Yan actually be right?
—Hell is empty and all the devils are here. If this is true, my entire worldview will be shattered. Let me just meekly add, I am a loyal fan of Little Peach Bunny.
—Upstairs, what kind of loyal fan are you? A loyal fan wouldn't believe Wen Yan's nonsense. Bunny is definitely not that kind of person!
—It's really easy to start a rumor but exhausting to refute it. Wen Yan, do you have proof? Do you really think you're a divine fortune-teller? You're full of crap. Dare to slander our Bunny, just wait to die!
Almost all of Little Peach Bunny's fans flooded into the livestream room.
They launched massive attacks and hurled insults at Wen Yan.
However, right at this moment, an account named yyaSttWy flashed a dark web link across the screen.
Many netizens clicked in to take a look.
In the video, Little Peach Bunny and several female friends were sitting on a sofa puffing out smoke. They had probably all been drinking; their eyes were blurred, and they wore sickeningly lewd smiles on their lips.
Standing in front of them were several child models.
The person who posted the link had mosaicked the faces of the child models.
What the women did next was fully displayed in the video.
The people watching the livestream were all dumbfounded.
Little Peach Bunny's fans also fell into collective silence.
Who wouldn't be furious watching a video like that?
Too terrifying, too inhumane!
Cold sweat kept pouring down Little Peach Bunny's forehead.
She never expected that the videos she posted to the dark web would be dug up by someone.
She felt as if she had fallen into an icy, bone-chilling cellar. She screamed out of control, "Wen Yan, have I ever offended you? What right do you have to expose my privacy?"
Jiang Nan, the host, immediately replied, "Little Peach Bunny, before you connected to the call, you signed an electronic privacy waiver agreement with our production team. I've always emphasized that our program is all about authenticity!"
Little Peach Bunny's guts were turning green with regret.
Flustered and exasperated, she smashed her phone, grabbed her passport, put on her backpack, and rushed out the door.
Just as she reached the elevator, Auntie Ji rushed out from behind the emergency exit door.
Auntie Ji plunged a knife straight into her lower abdomen.
When the police arrived, Little Peach Bunny was lying on the ground covered in blood.
Auntie Ji sat on the side, laughing maniacally. "I finally avenged my son. You devil, you deserve to go to hell!"
Little Peach Bunny was rushed to the emergency room, and her life was saved.
But she lost her uterus, losing the right to be a mother forever.
What awaited her next was prison time.
...
Over at the "Calculate Life" livestream room.
After reading the fortune of the first connected netizen, Wen Yan could rest for twenty minutes.
She was about to go head-to-head with Miao Daoxing later.
Wen Yan stretched lazily. She glanced at the audience but didn't see Si Moyan.
She knew that Little Peach Bunny's inability to turn off the video earlier and the timely appearance of the dark web link in the chat were all Si Moyan's doing.
Their coordination was really becoming more and more seamless.
If it weren't for him, bringing Little Peach Bunny to justice wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Having a powerful and smart husband was truly not bad.
Wen Yan found Si Moyan in the backstage smoking area. Just as she was about to approach him, a slender figure suddenly beat her to it, stepping right in front of him.
Upon seeing the woman's face, Wen Yan's beautiful eyes narrowed sharply.
It was her!
