“That was “my money! You’re stealing, you know that?!”
Vivian called the police. When the officers arrived and saw her, they frowned, asking what happened.
“She stole my money! My money and my house, she stole them all!”
The police inquired further for details.
“She linked my payment account to hers, so all the money in that card was mine! How dare she take it away? She also gave me the house keys, so this house is my personal property! How dare she kick me out?”
The police looked at the frenzied girl raving nonsense at the community gate.
They assumed she was a student under too much stress, mentally unstable, and quickly put Vivian in the police car, taking her to the hospital for rest.
Her sharp voice echoed outside the community: “Tm not crazy–
In my previous life, she spent my money until her dying day. She probably never expected me to pull a move like this, huh?
But this was only the first step. What she owed me… she would soon repay.
The next day, Vivian entered school carrying a designer bag, greeting me with even more flattery than usual, as if nothing had happened last night.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw everyone around us subtly observing her and me. How strange.
I walked straight up to her and threw an arm around her.
“Vivian, I didn’t see you last night. Where did you go? I was so worried about you.”
She paused, then forced a stiff smile.
“I stayed at a five–star hotel.”
I glanced at the flawed designer bag she was carrying. She probably spent the night swapping out her old bags for new ones to
sell, didn’t she?
But with her current spending habits, those jewels and bags would only last her a week’s expenses.
I fake–hugged her all the way. As we parted ways at the crossroads,
Whispers drifted from afar.
“Hey, did you see last night’s live stream? Their relationship looked pretty good.”
“Don’t you know Blogger Vivian? She never lies. It must have been that girl next to her, scaring Vivian into silence.”
Back home, I watched the live stream replay on my phone.
Last night, Vivian hadn’t said a word on stream, only started crying, with the live stream title reading: “Sincere Apology.”
Netizens kept pressing, and she tearfully stammered: “Luna, I’m so sorry… I’ll never do it again… please let me go…”
Netizens kept pressing, and she tearfully stammered: “Luna, I’m so sorry… I’ll never do it again…. please let me go…
I looked at the furious comments from fans in the bullet screen, wanting to defend her. Was this what she called a public
apology?
Could crying really turn an abuser into a victim?
My private messages were constantly bombarded with doctored “obituary” photos of me and hateful insults. Vivian had privately given them my ID.
The gossip audience grew, pushing the live stream replay to the top spot. I became the target of public outrage.
I sat on the sofa, covering my face, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
“Ms. Sterling, our family can directly block them. Are you sure you don’t want us to intervene?”
I shook my head, my hands covering my face, which was trembling with suppressed laughter.
What an idiot. So easily reeled in….
My IP address was dug up by netizens, and the area outside my community was swarming with people shouting threats.
I set up my equipment. At midnight, my live stream went live across all platforms.
“Welcome, darlings, to the live stream! Order link below! Three days from now, I’ll lead you out of the exam hell!”
The live stream chat exploded with negative comments and vile insults.
“Riding on Vivian’s traffic to sell stuff! How shameless!‘
“She’s even copying Vivian’s exam revision notes! How despicable!
“Just wait, everyone, I’m a student taking the exam. I’m buying the link so I can show you all!”
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I sat in front of my computer, leisurely flipping through the contents of my notes.
Five minutes later, my phone predictably rang.
I answered the video call. Vivian’s eyes were wide with panic and fear:
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
She cried like a wronged cat, kneeling on the floor, kowtowing to me.
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