7: Chapter 7 Shen Qingzhu is somewhat on the verge of a breakdown!

The livestream chat exploded completely.

"Holy crap! Is this for real?"

"Didn't Sister Zhuzi always say she graduated from a prestigious university? Her persona is totally collapsing!"

"Dropping out of high school? This contrast is just too huge, isn't it?"

"I don't believe it! Sister Zhuzi speaks so eloquently, how could she be a factory girl?"

"But this streamer's description is so detailed, it doesn't sound like he's making it up!"

Shen Qingzhu's hands began to tremble.

She gripped the mouse tightly, her knuckles turning white.

These were the secrets she kept buried in the deepest part of her heart!

These were scars she was absolutely unwilling to have anyone uncover!

In this influencer circle that cared about looks, education, and background, she had gone to great lengths to package herself with a "highly educated beauty" persona, precisely because she was afraid of being looked down upon, afraid of being called an uncultured "factory girl."

To maintain this persona, she read books desperately, practiced speaking English desperately, and learned all kinds of knowledge desperately.

She thought she had disguised herself well.

But now, this fig leaf had been ruthlessly torn away by Su Yun in front of thousands of people!

"You... you're talking nonsense!"

Shen Qingzhu's voice was trembling, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Shut up! I won't let you say another word!"

In a panic, she grabbed the mouse, wanting to click the red "Disconnect" button.

She didn't want to listen anymore!

She wanted to escape from here!

"Breaking down already?"

Su Yun looked at her panicked appearance and had no intention of stopping.

Since he was going to do a reading, he had to make it thorough.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, it's not over yet."

Su Yun's voice remained calm and steady, penetrating the screen and striking Shen Qingzhu's soul.

"You think I want to expose your shortcomings?"

"I just want to tell you that those so-called degrees and personas aren't that important at all."

"What truly brought you to where you are today isn't that fake university diploma."

"It's your bottom line."

Su Yun paused, his gaze becoming somewhat profound.

"Six months ago."

As soon as those three words came out, Shen Qingzhu's hand, which was about to click the disconnect button, froze in mid-air.

She jerked her head up, looking at Su Yun with a face full of terror.

Could it be... he knows about that incident too?

Impossible!

Only she and her former boss knew about that; she hadn't even told her best friend!

"Six months ago, at your previous guild, you were already on the verge of becoming a top-tier streamer."

Su Yun ignored her terrified gaze and continued.

"But one night, your boss called you into the office, saying he wanted to discuss a major script that could make you an overnight sensation."

"The condition was that you had to stay the night and have an 'in-depth exchange' with him."

The livestream chat erupted in an uproar.

This kind of gossip was nuclear-level!

"Holy shit! Casting couch?"

"Sister Zhuzi has this kind of past?"

"Details, details! I want to hear the details!"

"This is too explosive!"

Shen Qingzhu's face was as pale as paper, her lips trembling so much she couldn't say a word.

That was the beginning of her nightmare.

That night, she fought back desperately, even smashing an ashtray over the boss's head to escape.

As a result, the next day, she was blacklisted across the entire internet.

All sorts of mud were slung at her, saying she acted like a diva, that her private life was a mess, and that she was ungrateful.

Her account was banned, and her followers were wiped out.

In the end, she spent all the savings she had accumulated over the years to pay off that astronomical liquidated damages fee to regain her freedom.

She had gritted her teeth and endured all of this.

She had never complained to anyone.

"You refused."

Su Yun looked at her, his eyes showing less playfulness and more sincerity.

"Not only did you refuse, but you also lost your entire fortune and left with nothing but the clothes on your back."

"Then you switched platforms, started from scratch, and climbed step by step to your current position."

"Shen Qingzhu, you think your low education level and this experience are shameful."

"But in my view, this is much cleaner than any diploma from a prestigious university."

After Su Yun finished speaking, he picked up his water cup and took a large gulp.

He moistened his somewhat dry throat.

The livestream room was deathly quiet.

The bullet comments stopped.

No one was spamming the screen anymore, and no one was jeering.

Everyone was stunned by this story.

On the other side of the screen, Shen Qingzhu's hand finally left the mouse.

She slumped into her gaming chair, her originally exquisite makeup now looking a bit disheveled.

Tears could no longer be controlled, falling like pearls from a broken string.

She didn't make a sound, just bit her lip hard, her shoulders twitching.

That grievance, that long-suppressed pain, completely burst through the floodgates at this moment.

She had always thought she was pretending, that she was deceiving people.

But Su Yun told her that the part she wanted to hide the most was actually her most precious possession.

A long while passed.

Shen Qingzhu finally raised her head, her bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Su Yun through the screen.

Her voice was hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone.

"You... you're right about everything."

"I never went to university."

"My dad indeed owed a mountain of debt, and I was indeed the one who put my younger brother through school."

"As for that incident six months ago..."

Shen Qingzhu paused, seemingly having made a great resolution before gritting her teeth and saying: "That boss indeed wanted to use the casting couch on me. I didn't agree, so I lost all my money and left with nothing."

After saying these few sentences, she felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, and her whole body relaxed.

All this time, to maintain her persona, she had lived too exhaustingly.

Now that Su Yun had torn off the fig leaf, although it hurt, it also meant she no longer had to live behind a mask.

The bullet comments in the livestream room stalled for two seconds.

Immediately after, the tide completely turned.

"Holy crap! It's actually true?"

"Don't cry, Sister Zhuzi! You're much cleaner than those so-called socialites!"

"I'm a fan now! A girl who works so hard for her family deserves to be famous!"

"Who was calling her a factory girl just now? What's wrong with being a factory girl? Did she eat your family's rice?"

"Master is amazing! He could even calculate this?"

"This isn't a script; this is practically a live background check!"

Seeing the screen full of comfort and apologies, Shen Qingzhu felt a warmth in her heart.

She raised her head, looking at Su Yun on the screen with a complex gaze.

This man, although sharp-tongued and greedy for money, she had to admit, he really had some skill.

"Master, thank you."

Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath, her tone sincere: "Although you exposed my shortcomings, you've also helped me resolve a knot in my heart. This thousand yuan was worth it."

Su Yun didn't speak.

He just quietly looked at Shen Qingzhu, the expression on his face not becoming relaxed because of her thanks.

On the contrary, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

The moment Shen Qingzhu admitted it, the system interface refreshed again.

In the few lines of information above Shen Qingzhu's head, the originally "ordinary" recent fortune suddenly changed color.

It was a piercing blood-red.

[Recent Fortune: Blood Calamity (Today, at this very moment)!]

Su Yun's brow twitched; this system was a bit eerie.

Just a moment ago it was just trouble from petty people, how did it turn into a Blood Calamity in the blink of an eye?

And the intensity of this red was practically turning black!

This meant that if he didn't intervene, Shen Qingzhu might be finished today.

"There's no need to thank me."

Su Yun interrupted Shen Qingzhu's sentimentality, his tone suddenly becoming serious, even carrying a hint of coldness.

"Miss Shen, although the past is behind us..."

"Our reading isn't finished yet."