The fake daughter was not exposed today

Maoguan stared at two live broadcasts. One came to an abrupt end, and the other ended as well.

The number of followers on her social media accounts is dropping at a visible rate, and the abusive messages in private messages are also skyrocketing.

The company I had originally agreed to work with also called.

"Ms. Yan, I think you don't need to wait for the outcome of your bet agreement," the female assistant said in a cold voice. "Unfortunately, you're only three people away from the number agreed upon in the agreement. If you're willing to appear on the live broadcast at noon and stall a little, you can quickly earn those three followers. That way, even with the current public opinion collapse, the company will still consider saving you."

She could sense the sarcasm in the assistant's voice, which he was trying hard to suppress.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yan, we can't be colleagues anymore. The company will entrust an agency to ask you for the figures in the agreement. I hope you can keep your promise this time."

Mao Can was holding the phone tightly, almost having difficulty breathing.

The life she wanted was right before her eyes, but she couldn't get it. And she had ruined the suboptimal outcome herself! She could already foresee the circumstances in which she would have to pay back the astronomical sum in the agreement, bit by bit. And those netizens she had tricked wouldn't let her go!

She heard the sound of people walking outside, and her heart clenched, suspecting that someone online was seeking revenge. She quickly ran to the bathroom, stepped on the toilet, and looked out the window. Only after seeing two couples downstairs who seemed to be on a trip did she reluctantly breathe a sigh of relief.

Well, netizens are not so omnipotent that they can find it immediately.

She sat down on the tile floor with weak legs, and suddenly thought of something. She took out the small cube from her pocket, her face full of hope.

Oh, right, she should have accumulated quite a few points during this time. She could buy a powerful item, and then...

Her hand was not steady, and the small cube fell from her hand, slid into the toilet, and then disappeared from her sight along the vortex.

The events of the past few days were so turbulent that she almost forgot that the flushing system of her toilet was broken. If something fell into it, it would automatically flush...

Her life is over.

Staring at the whirlpool that had just dissipated on the water surface, she only saw a bright red in front of her eyes and her consciousness was not very clear.

One p.m.

Qin Manxiao published a short essay of sincere apology on her social account, and posted a screenshot of the private message in which she was exploited by Mao Can, and at the end of the essay, she @ed Qin Chuo and asked for forgiveness.

But whether netizens will buy it or not can be seen in the comment section.

[You and your cousin live under the same roof, but you only found out today that she is your cousin. Have you never communicated with each other?]

I used to think the villains in novels were stupid, and it took me forever to figure out the protagonist's disguise. Now I realize that novels perfectly reflect reality.

【It’s not okay to distinguish between good and bad, apology comes first. 】

Qin Chuo did not respond at all, but just said that he would handle family affairs on his own after confirming his friend's safety.

As for the friends she cared about, they hid behind the wall the moment the live broadcast was cut off.

Jiang Fu held a small object made of a beer can and a toothbrush rubber band in his hand and stared at the remains of the notebook.

She was thinking, why not go out with her face covered, pretending to be a masked heroine and knock the man down, leaving a graceful and neat back view for the people around her, and then come back here, trembling and pretending to know nothing and run out.

Just like the heroic cartoon she had been watching recently.

Jiang Fu found a silk scarf to cover the lower half of his face and went out. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he did not see the ferocious gangsters he had imagined, but only an expressionless young man in uniform.

The silk scarf she used to cover her face loosened and hung around her neck.

Lin Zishan stared at the girl in front of him, and after a moment of surprise, he stretched out his hand.

Could it be that he was concerned about himself? After all, what happened during the live broadcast was really shocking. Jiang Fu thought.

"You should be able to give me the notebook." He said expressionlessly.

All the heroic movies and caring scenes in his mind disappeared instantly. Jiang Fu took out the red notebook and said, "Oh, here you go."

She originally wanted to show it off, but who knew the live broadcast was physically cut off.

"Did you deal with all the people here?"

"They were hired by the Yu family to steal the notebook. Since you promised to give me the notebook, I knocked them all down to ensure that they would not cause trouble." Lin Zishan explained seriously.

Jiang Fu stared at his completely expressionless face with a strange expression.

The intelligent nanny on the Eternal Island could tell a joke or two, but the pure human in front of her could speak in code.

She tried to negotiate with the other party, "If someone asks you, can you lie and say that you gave me the notebook?"

If possible, she hoped that the fact that she was impersonating Jiang Yilan would not be exposed.

"I can't lie." The young man said seriously.

Jiang Fu’s eyes went dark.

"No, you lent me this notebook because—" She gritted her teeth and quickly found an explanation, "You found the notebook first. I asked if you could lend it to me first, which means that you found it in the first place."

"That's what I would have said." Lin Zishan nodded and then explained, "And what I want to explain is that I can't lie."

Jiang Fu was sweating profusely.

She felt like she was doing math Olympiad problems, and the back-and-forth logic had smoothed out the wrinkles in her brain.

"Anyway, thank you." She smiled.

Lin Zishan responded politely, "You're welcome."

"Are you guys okay?" A girl in a Chinese-style uniform came over with a weapon in hand, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the two were safe.

It seems that the problem has been solved here.

On the other side, on the highway.

"When I catch that bitch, I'm going to use *rude language*!" The man's voice was filled with anger.

He had never been tricked like this before! He was certain that the woman would return to the city center, but she was cunning and did the opposite, making his plan go to waste.

"Boss, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. We can't see the road ahead clearly." The man in charge of driving looked embarrassed.

"*foreign curse* Who is making this damn rain! Didn't the weather forecast say it would be sunny today?" The man looked at the rain that was so dense that he couldn't see far away, and he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

A conspicuous black spot seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

As he got closer, he realized it was a person, a person with a hood covering his head, a protective mask on his face, and a long weapon in his hand.

Almost instantly, he remembered a character he had learned about from other players, a legend that had existed since Season 1.

The strong wind is his tentacles, the heavy rain is his curtain, and he is the god of death that suddenly appears in the rain.

The figure jumped onto the roof of the car, and through the glass, he could feel the eyes behind the mask staring at him.

My heart felt like it was being grabbed by someone, tightly clenched and unable to beat.

He and his men drew their weapons, raindrops and sparks flew, and the figure disappeared from sight.

The rain was still falling, and he heard the last sound in the wind that poured into the car through the bullet hole.

"Goodbye."

Rain fell into the car through the broken window, and the raindrops wrapped around his limbs like snakes. The sound of rain drowned out his last breath, and the shadow outside the window slowly disappeared from sight.