"Dad, what's wrong?"
Zhouzhou tilted her little head, reaching out to see his phone.
Qin Lie quickly tucked it away into his pocket. "It's nothing."
How could it be nothing?
Zhouzhou looked skeptical.
She leaned against his shoulder, feeling gloomy. "Dad, why am I being scolded? My rits can't just disappear like that!"
Her life was so tough.
Earning rits was so hard, yet losing them was so easy.
Little chubby girl felt really upset.
After pondering for a mont, Qin Lie briefly explained the situation to her.
"Do you rember those two people who asked about the hidden stash of money?"
Zhouzhou nodded, "I rember."
"Were they the ones scolding ?"
"Yeah." Qin Lie sat her on his lap and continued, "Not only did they scold, but they are now crying about it online, rallying others to scold you as well."
So that's how it is.
No wonder it was so bad.
If it were just one or two people scolding, it wouldn't have caused such a fast decline.
"What are they saying? Are they saying I calculated incorrectly?"
"Not just that; they also criticized for hitting soone."
Upon hearing this, Little chubby girl imdiately grew alert.
"They wouldn't try to extort money, would they?" That was her biggest concern.
Scolding was one thing, but it couldn't hurt her finances.
Qin Lie couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl, the previous gloom dissipating a bit.
He touched Zhouzhou's chubby face. "Don't worry; they can't extort any money."
"Then that's good." Zhouzhou breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking down at her fingers again, she began to fret.
She had exchanged money for those rits too, which was basically money!
But if others scolded her, she couldn't do anything about it.
At that mont, Zhouzhou's phone watch rang.
It was Huo Ji'an calling.
As soon as she picked up, his loud voice ca through.
"Chubby Girl, I heard from Dad that you're being scolded!"
"Yeah." Seeing her friend, Zhouzhou felt her grievances well up, nodding pitifully, "Little Skinny Pole, I'm so miserable."
Huo Ji'an grew anxious upon hearing her voice.
"Don't be scared; it's okay! My dad said a lot of people online don't know the truth and just blurt things out. Don't worry! My dad is already finding soone to help you."
As he spoke, Yu Ze said sothing in the background, and Huo Ji'an replied, "Chubby Girl, my dad wants to talk to your dad."
"Okay!" Zhouzhou took off her watch and handed it to Qin Lie.
Qin Lie accepted it and held it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Mr. Qin, it's ."
"Yeah, what's up?"
Yu Ze got straight to the point. "I have connections that can take down the trending topic and control the comnts, but this might provoke a backlash from the audience. So I wanted to discuss with Mr. Qin whether we should lower the heat."
"I think the best way is to clarify things quickly."
Nowadays, the audience harbors a deep-seated disdain for privilege.
Zhouzhou often went out to play with Qin Lie, and many people were aware of their relationship. Given that Qin Lie was not only the wealthiest man but also highly renowned, it wasn't difficult for people to dig up their identities.
When that happened, the public outrage was bound to escalate, turning this into a much larger controversy.
This was exactly why the couple dared to make a scene—they were simply exploiting the audience's psychology.
During their dical examination, the results revealed no significant injuries. There were no fractures, just a bruise on the man's leg that would heal in a few days.
But upon discovering that Qin Lie was the richest man, they imdiately concocted another sche: using the incident as leverage to extort money.
What's more, they managed to uncover Zhouzhou's connection to Xi Yan and directly sent the video to his rival's team.
It was the combination of these factors that fueled the current frenzy.
Otherwise, how could a video involving nobodies gain such traction in just a few hours?
Qin Lie, a man who clawed his way to the top in the business world, could see through these tactics at a glance.
He sneered, "Thank you; I'll handle the rest myself."
Yu Ze considered this and nodded. "Okay, if you need anything, feel free to reach out. After all, I'm more familiar with this circle."
Scenes like this were nothing new to him; he'd experienced them countless tis.
But he didn't want the little girl to go through it again.
He knew Zhouzhou well—he understood her abilities.
As soone skilled at reading microexpressions, Yu Ze had clearly noticed the man's guilty reaction when Zhouzhou revealed her reading. Coupled with his later aggression, it was obvious who had actually lost their temper.
Now, the couple was rely exploiting the ignorance of online viewers to twist the narrative in their favor.
Unfortunately for them, they miscalculated.
If their accusations were solely directed at Qin Lie, he might not even bother with them.
But targeting Zhouzhou?
There was no way he'd let that slide.
Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Qin Lie imdiately contacted the company's legal team, instructing them to prepare for action.
He then had soone investigate the man's financial records. Upon discovering periodic transfers to another account, he let out a cold laugh.
It wasn't long before the owner of the second account was identified, along with photos of the man and the account holder entering and leaving a hotel arm-in-arm.
Without showing Zhouzhou—he wouldn't sully her innocence—Qin Lie forwarded the evidence to the legal team.
As for the hospital's dical examination report? That was even easier to deal with.
After gathering evidence, Qin Lie looked down at Zhouzhou and pondered for a mont before asking, "Zhouzhou, do you want to make so money?"
Did that even need to be asked?
The little chubby girl, still upset about her lost rits, perked up imdiately at those words. Nodding eagerly, she replied, "Yes!"
"Great." Qin Lie smiled, though his eyes held no warmth.
Good, he wanted to see just what capabilities they had to dare slander his daughter.
At the hospital, the atmosphere behind closed doors was far from remorseful.
After the reporters had left, the woman turned to the man lying in bed, her face filled with hesitation.
"Honey, are you sure about this? Isn't it... a bit wrong?"
"What's wrong with it?" The man sneered, the leg that had been "too injured to move" just monts earlier now comfortably crossed over the other.
"This is all about money. Rich people like them care the most about their reputation. We're not asking for much—just a million. That's nothing to them, probably less than their pocket change for a month."
A flash of envy flickered in his eyes, but the thought of the incoming money quickly replaced it with glee.
"When the reporters co next ti, you need to cry harder. Your acting just doesn't cut it."
The woman nodded but then rembered sothing.
"What about what that little girl said? About the other woman?"
"She's just a kid," he dismissed with a wave. "How could she possibly know anything about fortune-telling?"
"Really?"
"Of course! Don't go ssing things up now, not when we're so close to hitting the jackpot."
That seed to reassure her, and she chose to believe him. She failed to notice the subtle sigh of relief he let out.
A short while later, the woman's phone buzzed. She picked it up and froze, her expression shifting to one of disbelief.
"That little girl... she's going live."
The man scoffed.
"Going live? For what?"
The woman squinted at the screen, stunned.
"Live-streaming... fortune-telling."
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