Chapter 130 Until Death
The thunder roared loudly.
In between the lightning and thunder, there is a quiet and peaceful night.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't understand why she was so neurotic. As slow as she was, she also had a vague premonition that night. She didn't break the cup, didn't trip for no reason, and didn't cut her fingertips while peeling.
Later she found out that her sixth sense was just as accurate.
She had so many things to say and wanted to tell him everything, afraid of missing any details.
Maybe it was because she talked too much and endlessly in those two years, so in the following years she became silent and seemed like a different person.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't remember when she fell asleep, nor did she know whether she mumbled in her sleep.
The opening and judgment of fate will never be told to the parties in advance.
It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up. There were still outlines of Wen Baijing and tiny wrinkles on his pillow.
After Ye Zhenzhen finished washing up, she went to the restaurant while browsing her phone. Someone shared a link on her WeChat Moments.
The title is eye-catching - the third generation of a wealthy man falls in love with a young store manager, discussing the methods of women in nightclubs.
Ye Zhenzhen felt dizzy for a moment. She sat down holding the edge of the table, closed her eyes and clicked on the link, but was hesitant to open her eyes to look.
The surrounding air was sucked away by the compressor, and the oxygen became thinner and thinner. She was like a fish in a dried-up pond, forgetting which organ to use to breathe.
The invisible abyss pulled her down rapidly, and a huge boulder pressed down on her, smashing her straight to the bottom of the abyss.
The moment of death is a last-ditch effort that is more terrifying than death.
It seemed that what she was holding was not a cell phone, but her death notice.
Ye Zhenzhen opened her eyes tremblingly and read every word, not daring to miss even a single punctuation mark.
The link contains the information she filled out when applying for an IC card to join the nightclub, her one-inch bare-head photo, and personal identification information including phone number. These have all been simply coded, but acquaintances can tell at a glance.
Screenshots of the IC card punch-in records are also uploaded, so the date and time of work are clearly visible.
There was also a photo attached to it, in which she and Wen Baijing were riding bicycles at Fenghuang Lake, walking side by side on the cycling path, wearing black couple outfits. It was an afternoon in early autumn of the previous year, when they had agreed to go cycling together, and the two bodyguards wearing sunglasses and dressed casually were also in the photo.
The copy said that a woman in a nightclub was so savvy that she spent two years working her way up from a small clerk to a store manager. She deliberately got close to the third generation of rich people and pretended to leave the nightclub in order to play the long game and hook a bigger fish.
There are nearly 10,000 comments below.
——Damn, it’s really expensive to pick up girls these days! If it fails, it will be a waste of time...
——Otherwise, I would say that he is very courageous and skillful! He has played such a big game in more than two years.
——It is said that women in nightclubs are lazy and gluttonous, but this woman is simply a breath of fresh air in the nightclub. No wonder the third-generation rich man was deceived.
——Don’t even mention that he would be deceived. Damn it, which man can control himself when meeting such a pure-looking, motivated woman in a nightclub?
——Hahahaha, it turns out that not all rich people are cunning. Gold diggers should learn from them.
——I often go to this place, but why haven’t I encountered such a careful pig-killing scam? It must be said that he is very lucky!
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She appeared naked in front of everyone, and all her years of hard work collapsed into ruins in an instant.
There is no way to argue that a seemingly insignificant decision made when she was young and ignorant completely destroyed her life three years later. What does it feel like to destroy the world? Your body is still alive but you no longer have any senses.
The consequences of the evil finally matured just when she thought there was hope for the future.
It turns out that this is what is called the moon waxes and wanes, and the water overflows when it is full.
Ye Zhenzhen hugged her arms tightly, tilted her head back and couldn't stop laughing. Thousands of bright lights shattered in her eyes, and the colorful soap bubbles just burst like that.
How wonderful it would be if I could use her life to atone for my sins! If ten years is not enough, then twenty years, or even thirty years will do.
This long life has been wasted from now on, but the mistakes are irreversible.
This was the first time in years that she was destroyed so thoroughly.
If before today she still held on to a glimmer of hope and luck, hoping to have a future with Wen Baijing, at this moment she knew clearly that it was completely over between them.
Wen Bai Jing......
She promised Wen Baijing that she would meet the poster of the Weibo post today to clear her name as a mistress. But before she could clear the name, a bigger name came.
House seemingly endless rain.
Ye Zhenzhen opened her Weibo and found that the posts exposing her as a mistress were still there, but the tone of the comments had changed.
——Big sister, wake up! Where did you get this photo to frame someone? This woman’s target is the Wen family in Yuncheng. Find out who Wen Baijing is!
——Wen Baijing is truly tall, rich and handsome. Who is your husband?
——With that woman's ambition, your husband wouldn't even be in the running. Even if you beg her to be your husband's mistress, she won't agree. Hahahaha......
——Big sister, do you have a grudge against the Wen family? You are so disgusting to Wen Baijing, hahaha!
No one was interested in the Weibo post saying she was a mistress anymore, and more people began to dig deeper into her privacy.
Before she could close the comment section on her Weibo, countless people flooded in, leaving a lot of messages and private messages. They were like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, leaving no crops or grass behind wherever they went.
Ye Zhenzhen knew that she shouldn't read the message at this time, and ignoring it was the best solution.
But she couldn't help it and clicked on the comments containing foul language.
There are curses, teasing, contempt, disdain, ridicule...
Some even asked her how to deal with the third generation of the rich, and said they would give her a kickback after the success.
It’s not that there are no people speaking up for her on Weibo.
——Why don’t you give her a chance to reform? Does working in a nightclub mean she is a bad person?
——What happened to the nightclub? No theft or robbery.
——You all can’t stand to see women in nightclubs having a good life!
Ye Zhenzhen clicked on the avatars of the people who spoke to her, and unsurprisingly, most of them were people working in nightclubs.
Are these people really kindhearted? It's just that people feel the same way when they are sympathetic to their own kind.
Ye Zhenzhen just wanted to be an invisible person, living a secluded life in a corner. She couldn't solve those troubles and had nowhere to escape.
When Ye Mao's call came, Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to answer it. She guessed that her brother had seen it too.
Ye Zhenzhen stood up and moved away from the dining table. The ringing tone of her cell phone was now the "ding ding ding" countdown of a bomb.
She looked at the phone screen in panic, holding her head and huddled up, her shoulders and back suddenly collapsing.
How could she face Ye Mao? How could she still maintain her dignity as the eldest sister?
What outsiders think is important, but what family members and people around her think is even more important. People who laugh at her will sooner or later be attracted by new gossip, but her relatives and friends will never forget her. Every time they mention her, it is like tattooing a dot on her face.
That was tattooing, one of the five ancient punishments.
They will never forget.
Until the dead.