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revolving lantern, burned an indelible scar on my heart.
The internet was flooded with news of Song Ling being the other woman and selling low–quality, counterfeit products. People final- ly realized that in the viral videos and photos from before, the third party was someone else entirely.
watched Song Ling frantically post explanations, the comment section a sea of angry messages. Many people also came forward, saying that the products she promoted had ruined their skin.
Was it satisfying?
I don’t know.
I only knew that if someone wanted to, public opinion, true or false, could be manipulated to fit their narrative.
A strange number sent me a text:
[I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I really know I was wrong. I knew Eric had a fiancée, I just thought you two weren’t in love! I repent, I repent,
I really know I was wrong. I’m sorry, can you let me go? Can you let Eric let me go? I’m innocent!)
I stared at the message. I could almost picture Song Ling’s delicate but pale face.
I moved my finger and blocked the number.
The comments, which had been absent for a while, reappeared. They were much slower this time, less aggressive. I could even
sense their hesitation:
[…This plot is not right, is it?)
【What’s not right! There were too many people defending Eric before, so I didn’t dare to speak up. I can’t believe it! How is Eric
worthy of her?]
[Yes. Even though the Crown Prince didn’t sleep with Song Ling, and didn’t even like her, he only got close to her to make sweetie
jealous… But he did spend a lot of money on Song Ling. I still find it disgusting.]
【But on the other hand, he only spent the money to make her jealous. So isn’t that technically spending it on her?]
[Are you okay? Is your brain still working?]
[Stop arguing, stop arguing. Isn’t this ending pretty good?]
【Sigh, I really hope all the main characters can be happy together. But in this situation, it’s also good for her to be on her own.】
Yes.
Why did I have to be tied to Eric? Could I not live without him?
Just then, the comments in front of my eyes began to fade.
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Chapter 2
I widened my eyes. I saw the last comment before it disappeared completely:
00:33
【Everyone thinks differently, you can’t force it. But I always hope that every female lead can find her true soul rather than becomi- ng an appendage. Perhaps that’s the meaning of these comments being seen?]
My gaze lingered on that last line for a long time.
Finally, I lowered my head and smiled.
My dream had always been finance. But my father would just scoff. “You’re going to be a housewife when you get married. Learni- ng flower arranging is more useful than this!”
Later, when it came to choosing my major, we had a huge fight. He pointed at the door, his face red with anger. “If you dare to study
that stupid finance, I’ll disown you!”
I immediately ran to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and held it to my neck. “Fine, then you can just have a dead daughter!”
We were at a standoff for a long time.
He finally gave in, his face livid. “I’m not going to bother with you anymore! But you have to be a good Mrs. Stuart!”
So now-
Eric, in his attempt to make me beg him a few days ago, had already started to mess with the Burrell Group.
Now he was carefully asking me, “Do you need me to…”
I cut him off. “No.”
I wanted a different life, so the people who stood in my way had better not appear in my life again.
