Out of control and sinking

Faced with Fang Cui's tearful complaint, the onlookers couldn't help but gossip.

"Could Jiang Ruan really be Chen Miao? The way she speaks makes it seem like she's telling the truth."

"I think so too. That's too outrageous. Changing your name just to become famous, tsk tsk, the entertainment industry is such a mess."

"That's it."

Some people, however, remained clear-headed and scoffed.

"Why didn't she cause trouble when Jiang Ruan wasn't popular? To put it bluntly, she's just jealous that Jiang Ruan is rich now and is taking advantage of her misfortune."

This person was found by Sister Qin.

She spoke in a deliberately loud voice.

The surrounding chatter grew louder.

When the news reached Fang Cui's ears, Fang Cui glared at her angrily with red eyes and immediately became anxious.

"What are you saying, you bitch? What do you mean I'm jealous of her? I've raised her for so many years, fed her and clothed her. It's only right that she supports us."

"See, I was right." The woman laughed. "But I heard that Jiang Ruan was abused by you every day when she was a child, and her body was covered in sores that there wasn't a single good spot on her body. After she graduated from university, you even wanted to marry her off to an old man in the village."

"How could there be such a vicious aunt in the world? If Jiang Ruan doesn't run away, does she think she'll stay and be persecuted by you?"

Those watching never expected it to be like this.

"My God, Jiang Ruan is abusive. This woman is no good."

"Then how do you know so much?" someone couldn't help but ask the woman.

There were only onlookers, how could she know?

Fang Cui had completely lost her temper. She got up from the ground and said, "Shut up! What you're saying isn't true. I didn't abuse her."

At this moment, the woman produced a statement: "I am from the news agency, my name is Wang Song. Our staff have gone to Jiangcheng to collect evidence these past few days. Many people in Jiangcheng can testify that Fang Cui committed domestic violence against Jiang Ruan, also known as Chen Miao, and that she is also addicted to gambling and has been constantly pursued by debt collectors."

A murmur of shock rippled through the crowd.

"Oh my god, if this is true, then Jiang Ruan's childhood must have been too miserable."

"That's right. To lose both parents and then end up with someone like this, you must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes."

Wang Song smiled and said, "Fang Cui, you don't actually think everyone's eyes will be deceived by your words, do you? Heaven is watching what people do. You're causing trouble here just to get money from Jiang Ruan." "If you were good to her, it would be right for her to give you money, but you've abused her. Why should she give you money? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Exposed in public for her ugly side, Fang Cui went completely mad, cursing, "You bitch, you're all in cahoots! Did Chen Miao send you?"

"I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Fang Cui lunged forward to hit Wang Song.

Wang Song was startled and quickly stepped back.

The onlookers, however, were angered by Fang Cui's attack and began to curse at her.

Fang Cui's insults were even more vile, including curses and insults, calling people bitches.

Little did she know that the people beside her were her relatives and friends, who could not bear such an insult. They grabbed Fang Cui and beat her up.

Chaos erupted in the crowd; Wang Song hadn't expected this outcome.

Fortunately, the building's bodyguards came out at that moment.

The police arrived.

They arrested Fang Cui and the people who beat her.

Fang Cui's face was scratched and bleeding, her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a madwoman.

As she got into the police car, she was still yelling, "You bitch, you dare hit me? I'll kill you!"

Wang Song's lips twitched as he turned to the person who had just recorded the video: "Did you record everything?"

"I took pictures, Sister Song, and sent them all to you."

Wang Song nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Upon entering the building and arriving at the office, Sister Qin and Jiang Ruan were having coffee.

The office smelled wonderful.

Wang Song opened his phone, pulled up the video, and respectfully handed it over: "Sister Qin, I've recorded everything."