A fashion queen

Mo Yunting's face darkened. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress his inner anger. He knew Bai Tingting was right. If the photos were exposed, not only would his personal reputation be severely damaged, but the entire film team's efforts would also be wasted. But he absolutely could not accept Bai Tingting's unreasonable demands, and he would not let her succeed.

"Hmph! Throw it away if you dare. Do you think you can threaten me like that?" Mo Yunting responded coldly. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he met Bai Tingting's gaze without fear. Although he felt disgusted by Bai Tingting's tactics, he would not be easily intimidated.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mo Yunting's mind. He remembered that he also possessed evidence that could permanently destroy Bai Tingting's life—a video of her and Song Yuhang in bed. This video was enough to prove Bai Tingting's true identity. Even the powerful figure behind her couldn't change the facts. Mo Yunting felt a little comforted by this thought, and he decided to strike back.

"Don't think that I don't have any video of you and Song Yuhang being intimate during those days. If you dare to publish these photos, I'm not afraid of exposing your dirty videos. Then, let's see who will be hurt more." Mo Yunting said in a firm tone, his eyes revealing confidence and majesty.

Bai Tingting's face turned pale in an instant. She obviously did not expect that Mo Yunting actually had such important evidence. Her arrogance disappeared in an instant, replaced by fear and uneasiness. She realized that she might have underestimated Mo Yunting's ability, and this confrontation might not be as easy as she imagined.

"You...how did you get these videos? I clearly..." Bai Tingting stuttered, her voice trembling. She had originally wanted to record a video of Song Yuhang and that little bitch in bed, but she had never imagined that she had arranged everyone to chase Cui Xueying, that little bitch, and she had become the antidote to Song Yuhang's "aphrodisiac". Later, in order to get revenge on Song Yuhang, she directly used him as a toy to satisfy her sexual desire every day. Could it be that the video in his hand was the one they had just started at Song Yuhang's house? Damn it! I didn't expect that Song Yuhang was so useless!

Mo Yunting sneered, knowing he had the upper hand. "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it yourself. Bai Tingting, do you think what you did was perfect? I'm telling you, I have enough evidence to ruin your reputation."

Bai Tingting bit her lip hard, a flicker of despair in her eyes. She knew full well that her carefully planned plan had failed, and now faced an even more serious crisis. She swore to herself, "Hmph, just wait and see. Sooner or later, I'll make you pay for what you did today!"

However, at this moment, Mo Yunting suddenly said, "Do you think you can still leave?" His voice was cold and ruthless, as if it came from the abyss.

Mo Yunting then pulled out his phone and played a video. The video clearly showed Bai Tingting and Song Yuhang in bed, though Song Yuhang's face was blurred. This scene instantly made Bai Tingting's face paler, and her body began to tremble slightly.

Mo Yunting looked at Bai Tingting's reaction, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of disdain: "What? Do you want to continue threatening me?" He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes revealed arrogance and confidence.

Bai Tingting bit her lip, her face as pale as a sheet of paper, her body trembling slightly, unable to utter a word. She felt her world was collapsing, all her dignity and pride being completely trampled upon.

Mo Yunting slowly put away his phone, and his cold voice sounded again: "I suggest you delete the photos in your phone as soon as possible, otherwise I will make you ruined and become a rat crossing the street, and everyone will shout and beat you." His eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they could penetrate Bai Tingting's soul.

Bai Tingting lowered her head and pondered for a moment, her heart tangled. She knew she was in a desperate situation. If she didn't do as Mo Yunting asked, the consequences would be disastrous. Finally, she raised her head, a flicker of determination in her eyes. "I'll delete the photos, but please let me go." Her voice was filled with a hint of pleading, hoping to gain Mo Yunting's forgiveness.

However, Mo Yunting showed no mercy. He snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "Hmph, let you go? Why? As long as you walk out of here today, my people will arrest you at any time. You can't escape." His words pierced Bai Tingting's heart like an ice cone.