With the company’s assurance, Zhou Lun instantly felt much more relieved.
After all, he had nudes of those won. They wouldn’t dare stir up any trouble...
’An influencer, delusional enough to think she can take down? What a pipe dream!’
Zhou Lun’s fa and following were undeniable. His comrcial value was imnse. As long as his public image didn’t completely collapse, the investors wouldn’t abandon him.
After Zhou Lun disconnected, the viewer count in Shen Zhiyao’s stream only continued to climb, quickly rocketing to number one in the hourly rankings.
Shen Zhiyao’s fans were all hoping for Zhou Lun’s downfall, but a few worried that the evidence wasn’t enough to bring down that scumbag.
[Strear, Zhou Lun is Joy Entertainnt’s top star! He has tons of endorsent deals, a lot of his shows haven’t aired yet, and he’s filming another one right now. His comrcial value is enormous, so the investors definitely won’t drop him this easily. They’ll surely co up with an excuse to smooth this over!]
[I agree! A couple of years ago, soone accused Zhou Lun of rape, but his company claid the woman slept with him because she was desperately in love. I have no idea what they did to make her change her story.]
[A guy like that is so disgusting! Our strear didn’t even give him the ti of day, and he sicced his fans on her to cyberbully her. If he doesn’t get canceled, he’s definitely going to co after her!]
Shen Zhiyao took a sip of her bubble tea, chewing on the pearls before saying nonchalantly, "Don’t worry. He’s not getting away this ti."
Zhou Lun had committed too many sins; his downfall was only a matter of ti.
All Shen Zhiyao had done was accelerate the inevitable.
He just had to go and provoke the wrong person.
’Does he think he can just bully anyone because he has a lot of fans? How ridiculous!’
And just like that, Zhou Lun’s fanbase was in disarray. The heartbroken were heartbroken, the defenders tried to run damage control, and those ready to leave unfollowed him.
Soon, Shen Zhiyao’s stream quieted down considerably.
The live chat on Shen Zhiyao’s stream beca much quieter, and the comnts grew more harmonious:
[When our strear first entered the entertainnt industry, I was worried she’d be ostracized. Now I’m not worried at all, because anyone who tries to isolate her gets kicked to the curb by her! HAHAHAHA...]
[Am I the only one worried that once she’s in the entertainnt industry, she won’t have ti to do readings for us anymore?]
[I was wondering that too. Will she still stream after making it big in the entertainnt industry? After all, for most celebrities, streaming is seen as sothing that lowers their status.]
[BOO-HOO, Strear, please don’t abandon us! We’re so used to watching your streams, we can’t live without you!]
[I haven’t even managed to get picked for a call once! Please give a reading, Strear! I’m scared I won’t get another chance.]
At the ntion of this topic, Shen Zhiyao couldn’t help but smile.
"Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you all. To be honest, I really enjoy doing these readings and seeing you all in my stream. The filming for the show *Qing Qing Wo Wo* will take half a month, and I’ll go live every day, so don’t worry!"
Just as she was chatting with her fans, Shen Zhiyao’s phone rang.
Shen Zhiyao had two phones: one for streaming, and the other to monitor the broadcast.
It was an unknown number. Shen Zhiyao answered without a second thought.
A deep voice ca from the other end of the line. "Hello, Miss Shen. This is Sun Yingbin."
Shen Zhiyao asked calmly, "How can I help you?"
Earlier that morning, on the set of *Qing Qing Wo Wo*, Shen Zhiyao had predicted that Sun Yingbin’s son would face an accident involving bloodshed.
The incident had sparked a heated debate online at the ti, with most of the attention focused on whether Sun Yingbin even had a son.
But when Sun Yingbin heard the word "lost," his heart clenched as if pricked by a needle, a dull ache spreading through his chest.
Sun Yingbin had always maintained a single persona in public, but in his heart, he was a father.
At first, he’d assud Shen Zhiyao had sohow dug up dirt on him about his son and was spouting it off just for clout, which had made him angry.
But before long, Shen Zhiyao’s predictions began coming true one by one.
First, the show was abruptly suspended, and then Zhou Lun’s scandals were exposed.
If Shen Zhiyao had truly predicted all of this, could the part about his son going missing also be real?
The mont that thought struck him, Sun Yingbin couldn’t sit still. He imdiately pulled so strings to get Shen Zhiyao’s contact information and called her.
"Miss Shen, I’d like to talk to you about my son. I was wondering if you have a mont?"
Shen Zhiyao glanced at the live chat on her other phone. Everyone was curious about who was calling. Was it Sun Yingbin?
"I’m sorry, but this isn’t a good ti for to talk." She glanced at the chat again. "I’m live right now, unless you don’t mind airing your private business to everyone."
Sun Yingbin: "..."
He’d almost forgotten that Shen Zhiyao was a strear.
He blad himself for calling without checking the ti first.
"Then when would be a good ti? Could you call after your stream ends?" Sun Yingbin’s tone softened.
He was terrified Shen Zhiyao might put him on speaker. If his private life was exposed, he’d lose his entire fanbase overnight.
"Hmm, if all goes as planned, I won’t be done for another two hours. If you don’t mind how late it is, I can call you then."
"That’s fine. No matter how late. I hope you’ll keep this confidential, Miss Shen."
"Don’t worry, I have no intention of leaking this. If I wanted to expose you, I would have just put you on speaker."
During the show’s recording that afternoon, the other guests had been openly hostile, deliberately making her tell fortunes to put her in the public crosshairs.
Now that Sun Yingbin had called on his own initiative with a remarkably polite tone, Shen Zhiyao’s attitude was reasonably pleasant.
People in the chat were speculating wildly about who the caller was. Soone guessed it was her husband, and fans in the chat imdiately explained:
She’s been streaming for so long, and we’ve never seen any sign of a husband. Besides, her tone was so distant. How could that possibly be her husband?
Shen Zhiyao hung up without further explanation and moved on to selecting her first call-in of the day.
The video connected, revealing a pitch-black screen.
Before anyone could react, a head suddenly popped into view, startling everyone watching the stream.
On closer inspection, it was just the glow of a phone screen illuminating a face from below. While startling at first, it was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
[WTF, are all the call-ins on this stream this creepy? Don’t you know you can give soone a heart attack like that?]
[Good thing I’m used to it. My mom accidentally saw it though and gave a lecture. Told to watch fewer horror movies at night, said she’s worried I’ll have a heart attack.]
[Jeez, you scared the crap out of everyone, but you look even more terrified than we are!]
The man on the call, nad Wang Fugui, saw the comnts in the chat and looked apologetic. "Uh... sorry, I didn’t an to scare you. I was trying to say... I’ve seen a ghost. And she’s in my car right now. Strear, help !"
Shen Zhiyao said calmly, "Don’t panic. Tell slowly. We have plenty of ti."
While nervously glancing at his car’s back seat, Wang Fugui began to tell everyone what was happening.
Wang Fugui was a jewelry designer whose office was far from his ho, so his daily life was a simple, monotonous commute.
Half a month ago, an old woman had gotten into his car, saying she wanted to go to ngjin Matun, about ten kiloters away.
Wang Fugui thought he must have misheard her. ’Hasn’t ngjin Matun been abandoned for years...?’
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