"No wonder Ling Momo spoke up for Chen Wanru, both are cut from the sa cloth!"
"I really don’t know what ’Bewitching Technique’ she used, but she sohow managed to get Li Qingshen as her ntor and even won Enson’s sympathy..."
"The person above, you don’t get it, the modern-day fox spirit, must be good in bed..."
.......
The comnts beca more and more unbearable to read.
Most of them were insulting Ling Momo.
Additionally, both Li Qingshen and Enson had connections with her, so the language was incredibly unrestrained.
At first, the most offensive posts were deleted, but such actions backfired, leading to even fiercer replies from netizens.
"Wow, even the posts are being deleted now. Do you think this woman, who might as well be a prostitute, has slept with the top brass of the portal site too?"
"It’s inevitable, haha..."
..........
At that ti, Momo sat alone at ho, numbly holding her smartwatch, constantly refreshing and reading the hateful comnts about herself.
She kept telling herself not to mind, that the truth was not what it seed, that everything would be better once this storm passed.
Yet, Momo still felt waves of discomfort at the bottom of her heart, never having imagined things would evolve into the current situation.
She intended to help Wanru clarify everything, but in the end, she didn’t help Wanru and even dragged herself down.
The nightmares that once haunted her were, incredibly, reappearing now.
Momo stared at those offensive words, feeling icy cold and stiff-limbed; she knew she would feel better if she didn’t look, but she couldn’t control herself. It was like self-torture, constantly refreshing and looking, and then, pain kept throbbing in her heart.
She was overwheld with grievances, tried to leave comnts explaining those were all lies, but no one paid any attention to her, only hurling more insults at her.
At the beginning, Momo tried to explain, but facing thousands of netizens, she realized that she alone couldn’t change anything.
Just like back in college, no one believed her...
Momo slowly curled up, and in that mont, despite the room being fully heated, she felt so cold that she trembled all over.
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Li Qingshen was also watching these news unfold.
The elegant and composed man watched the turmoil unfold online, his expression turning colder and stiffer.
Finally, he just sat stiffly in front of the computer, his gaze dimly fixed on the screen, his eyes seeming unfocused, and no one knew what was really on his mind.
It was only when night fell and he heard a tick from his phone that he stiffly moved his body and picked up the cell phone. It was a ssage from Ling Momo: "Are you there?"
But who knew how much grievance and sadness were hidden behind those two words.
A sharp pain suddenly tugged at Li Qingshen’s heart, and he replied with one word: "Yeah."
"How is ES now?"
Li Qingshen thought for a while and truthfully responded, "I’ve already received four calls from the jury and investors, demanding you to co forward and apologize to them. Many contracts have been canceled, causing severe losses."
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