Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

“Every time I see my son using cursed items, I really want to report this cheater. What about my hand that's been bitten eight times? Does that make me brain-dead?”

"Don't argue with a jerk."

"After watching the live stream for so long, I've figured out a thing or two. If someone is possessed by a soul, well, how should I put it, if the personality is better, the sacrifices they demand will be less."

"It seems so, but not as exaggerated as these two old men. These little scratches, like cat scratches, are practically charity work done in a horror game."

"Yes, for example, the red-clad female ghost in this instance. If my son accepts this cursed item, he will definitely be in trouble. I bet she would need at least one leg to move it."

"Everyone's talking about the plot, am I the only one who thinks the location of this tooth mark is rather subtle?"

"What's the big deal? So what if your godfather took a bite out of me? If my ancestor would let my breasts go, I'd be willing to take a few more bites."

"...Straight men are beyond saving."

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Ignoring the barrage of comments, Liang Zaibing opened her laptop and used the hacking program she had obtained from the online store to crack the lock screen password.

The computer desktop wallpaper features a photo of Zeng Shiyao herself, her light red skirt swirling, her young and beautiful face smiling brightly at the camera, a stark contrast to the grotesque female ghost she is now.

Liang Zaibing first looked through the documents, but found no hidden folders or any valuable documents.

The rest are some games or video software, which shows that Zeng Shiyao does not use this computer for work.

The browser I use reveals a lot of information; the bookmarks clearly show my personal blog homepage, and I can log in directly by saving the password.

Upon logging into the homepage, the pinned blog post features a photo of Zeng Shiyao posing with her face close to the sun, making a peace sign.

"Live life well."

Liang Zaibing remained silent, not lingering for long, and began scrolling through the earliest blog post.

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4020.06.10

The college entrance exam is over!

I think I did pretty well on the exam, hehe. Anyway, let's not talk about the results now, I need to focus on having fun.

My mom bought me a new phone and a newly created Weibo account. I'll be posting snippets of my life here from now on.

4020.06.13

I got my hair dyed, and the hairdresser said that flaxen gold suits me very well!

My mom took me to the mall and bought me a dress. It was so expensive, but it looks so pretty!

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Next were some selfies and records of shopping with classmates. At that time, Zeng Shiyao's makeup skills were still very rudimentary, but you could still see her excellent facial features.

After entering university, Zeng Shiyao was asked for her WeChat several times because of her outstanding appearance, but she did not accept them.

"They're all too immature, all they do is play video games. I don't like guys like that."

The story takes a turn during a student council performance in the second year of university.

The student council president secured sponsorship from alumni entrepreneurs, and Zeng Shiyao, as a member of the student council, also attended the celebration party after the performance.

"Made a new friend @Weiwei".

In the photo, Zeng Shiyao is being warmly linked arm-in-arm with a woman with exquisite makeup, who is probably the Weiwei she mentioned.

Weiwei was carrying a designer handbag worth tens of thousands of yuan, and her earrings and necklace were also expensive jewelry. She didn't look like a college student.

Under the bar's colorful spotlights, the dazzling brilliance of the gemstones is captivating.

In comparison, Zeng Shiyao looks like a dusty little duck.

"Weiwei gave me a bag, it's so expensive, I only found out the price after I got back and looked it up."

"I wanted to return it to her, but she wouldn't accept it, saying it was to repay me for accompanying her shopping last time."

"The luxury stores she visited were all so expensive. The sales assistant said the new crocodile tote bag would be perfect for me, but my allowance isn't even enough to buy a chain."

"Weiwei's family must be very rich. She can buy whatever she wants without having to work. I'm a little envious, just a tiny bit."

"I finally gritted my teeth and bought my first designer bag. It used up all my savings, but it was totally worth it!"

"I couldn't resist buying a second one. Installment payments are so expensive! I'll have to live on a shoestring for months."

"If I can't resist next time, I'll chop off my hands! Ugh, I really can't afford to eat anymore, I'll have to ask my mom for some living expenses."

"My credit card limit is gone too, what should I do? I still need to go to the party with Weiwei, and I just need that bag [crying] Oh well, I'll just find a loan app to borrow some money to tide me over."

……

Liang Zaibing watched the entire process of the naive young girl being dragged down by materialism in just ten minutes.

He also guessed what Weiwei's identity was. She used to be as innocent and naive as Zeng Shiyao, but now she had become a traitor who helped people find new prey, that is, a broker.

The boss, posing as a woman, approaches the girl he fancys and lures her into contact with various luxury brands and celebrities.

Having grown accustomed to such a glamorous and privileged life, no one would willingly return to the starting point, nor could they. She had already exhausted everything in the pursuit of the bubble and was heavily in debt.

Once the bubble bursts, the situation that awaits her will be absolutely unacceptable.

This was the moment Weiwei had been waiting for, when her sugar daddy could appear and use a large sum of money—which was of no value to him—to buy the youth of a beautiful girl.

As for the soul, he didn't care.

Sure enough, the fisherman behind the scenes appeared in the following blog post.

"What should I do? The debt collectors call me every day and even threatened to tell everyone in my contacts, but I really have no money. I just received my living expenses and used them to pay off my loan. How can this not be enough?"

"No, I have to think of a way. I absolutely can't let Mom and Dad find out, they'll definitely scold me."

“Weiwei took me to a club today and we ran into the sponsor from last time. He even tried to touch me. It was disgusting. He’s old and ugly.”

"Weiwei said that Boss Hu wanted to be friends with me. What do you mean by being friends? He just wants to keep female students as his mistress! But... but he said he would give me 50,000 yuan a month for pocket money."

"No, I can't agree to that. What would I be if I sold myself for 50,000 yuan?"

After several struggles, the final result was a bank card transfer record showing an income of 10 yuan.

"I'll break up with him after a few months when I've paid off the loan."

"When I was shopping, Mr. Hu bought me a Rolex, it's really gorgeous!"

Zeng Shiyao went through some internal struggles, but in the end, all she did was show off her various designer bags and jewelry.

The rich man was old, ugly, and fat, but he had a lot of money. She not only gradually got used to this kind of life, but she also couldn't bear to leave.

Zeng Shiyao was no longer satisfied with her monthly allowance; she wanted more.

If she could become Mr. Hu's legal wife, she could rightfully own half of his property and no longer have to live as a caged bird, subservient to him.

A man's love is fleeting, especially for a wealthy man.

She had to get what she wanted before Hu Fanghai got tired of it all.

Zeng Shiyao knew that Boss Hu had no son. If she could get pregnant with his son, she might be able to rise in rank and enter the household, and she wouldn't have to worry about money for the rest of her life.

She's younger, prettier, and more witty than that dull old woman, and with her son on top of that, there's no reason she shouldn't win.