Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Do you know what I have to face?

Lin Zhiyi also received a sensational live-stream recommendation as she sipped her tea.

"Intern with surname Lin from a renowned jewelry studio seducing a married man."

Unfortunately, Lin Zhiyi was the only one in the entire studio with the surname Lin.

Wasn’t this the same as reporting her name directly?

Regrettably, Song Wanqiu was too hasty.

Live-streaming catching a cheater?

It was still uncertain who would be doomed.

In the live-streamed video, the room was dim and figures were tangled, with curses audible among the faint sounds of suggestive music.

The few candles scattered in the corner barely provided any light, but they did stir up desires.

These were prepared by Lin Zhiyi specifically for Chen Hongwei and the female lead of today.

Suddenly, the screen flickered and someone swished the curtains open amidst the scuffling figures.

The full view of the room was suddenly exposed to numerous online viewers.

Mrs. Chen, who cared deeply about her image, somehow managed to get Chen Hongwei into a bathrobe even amidst the chaos.

Thus, other than looking a bit unwell, Chen Hongwei did not appear indecent in any way.

But the woman beside him was a different story.

Mrs. Chen vented almost all her rage on the woman, grabbing her hair and clutching her waist fiercely.

During the struggle, one could even hear the minute sound of hair tearing from the scalp.

Zzzap, zzzap.

This showed how hard Mrs. Chen was pulling.

The woman’s clothing had already been ripped to shreds by others who had entered the room, so the only thing covering her modesty was a pillow previously underneath her.

But the paparazzi, who were paid, were instructed to show the woman in her most disgraceful state to the public, even if it meant revealing something.

Thus, the paparazzi deliberately changed the angle, shooting from the side, exposing the woman’s bare curves and even showing a handprint on her side buttock.

This scene made the live-stream explode.

Many people left opinions.

Some even found and checked the employee list of Xue Man’s Studio and discovered that Lin Zhiyi was the only employee with the surname Lin.

So without verification, some viewers had started calling out Lin Zhiyi’s name and began commenting on her figure unabashedly.

"Almost there, not perky enough."

"Just stick it out, then."

"They even used a pillow, what a pro. So this is how she helps clients design jewelry."

Far too many vulgar words were written.

Lin Zhiyi felt her face turning pale with suffocation.

From start to finish, the paparazzi’s camera barely lingered on Chen Hongwei but switched angles according to the demands of live-stream viewers to find the most embarrassing angles of the woman.

Even Mrs. Chen, as a woman herself, waited for Chen Hongwei to dress before letting someone open the curtains, yet allowed others to shred the woman’s last cover of modesty.

Let alone the spectators behind the screens, tapping on their keyboards, not questioning facts but starting to slander.

The live-stream had not yet been banned due to violations; it could only be conjectured that someone had already done the groundwork.

Lin Zhiyi’s hand trembled as she held her phone.

She couldn’t imagine, had she not been more cautious, how would she have faced all this?

The screen shifted, and only the disheveled woman appeared in the entirety of the frame; Chen Hongwei had already vanished.

Mrs. Chen gave a look to the man controlling the woman.

The man clutched the woman’s chin tightly, pushing her face towards the paparazzi’s camera.

The live stream was pushed to further popularity again, yet there was silence in the room.

This... was not Lin Zhiyi!

It was Shen Yan.

From the day Song Wanqiu helped Shen Yan prove her innocence using the surveillance in the office, Lin Zhiyi knew this was merely their eye shielding technique.

They wanted her to firmly believe the issue lay with Song Wanqiu, thereby leading her on a wild goose chase, wasting time.