After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Upon seeing this, I immediately responded, "I tried on the products before accepting the endorsement, and I only accepted the endorsement after confirming that the products were of good quality."

But the man didn't believe me and became even more aggressive in his words.

[How could the quality control be so poor if you actually tried it on? You're just trying to make a living but don't care about the quality. You can only fool your fans with your words.]

The person was criticizing me in every word, implying that I hadn't carefully selected the products and had just accepted some low-quality endorsements.

I couldn't stand such slander, so I stood firm: "All my recommendations are based on my own experience. I chose this product because it has the best price-performance ratio in the series. I never thought about doing this for free. I only endorsed it because I genuinely thought it was good. I have a clear conscience about that."

Seeing my attitude, many of my loyal fans also spoke up for me.

The streamer's attitude just now was obvious to everyone. If she really wanted to exploit consumers, she wouldn't have needed to confront the manufacturers face-to-face.

[It's obvious the streamer was also scammed by the manufacturer; the product not matching the description is the manufacturer's problem.]

I believe the sample provided by the manufacturer was different from the actual product; she was scammed.

Online influencers even directly helped me respond to comments.

“I’ve been watching Gu Mo’s live streams since she started. We’ve all seen how hard she works. This time she was scammed by the manufacturer, so we should be pointing the finger at the manufacturer.”

Seeing so many fans willing to believe me moved me deeply and strengthened my resolve to solve their problems.

However, the unfriendly comments did not disappear; on the contrary, they became even more radical.

You bunch of people will get yourselves slapped in the face eventually; you're incredibly stupid.

This streamer is clearly in cahoots with that manufacturer; they're faking it to get more viewers.

[Only a bunch of idiots like you would believe such low-level acting.]

[Hey, you on the microphone, what kind of die-hard fan are you? Are you a shill hired by this streamer?]

Seeing that this group was deliberately trying to dictate the pace, Da Wan got angry and started arguing with them.

But all the arguments were in vain.

They were convinced I was a fraud.

Big Bowl couldn't win the argument and got so angry that he disconnected.

Seeing that things were escalating, I quickly silenced those people.

Left with no other option, I could only try to calm my fans down: "Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this. Please wait patiently for the follow-up. I will help you protect your rights."

With my assurance, the troublemaking fans calmed down for the time being.

After the broadcast, I contacted Da Wan, apologized to her, and told her not to worry about the negative comments.

But after I sent the message, the other party never replied.

The grayed-out profile picture wasn't lit up either.

I sighed helplessly.

They had no choice but to focus on resolving the conflict.

I found the manufacturer's store and looked up the relevant information.

The store has a rating of 3.8, but the reviews are polarized, with negative reviews making up the majority.

Seeing this, I was stunned. I hadn't even realized that most of his positive reviews were fake.

But considering the manufacturer's attitude, I couldn't help but feel worried.

Just as Britney Spears said, you can't fight city hall.

The manufacturer doesn't recognize it, there's nothing I can do.

I searched online for various rights protection cases and looked through them, trying to find a solution.

I spent almost the entire afternoon on this.

I had just left the company after get off work when two men suddenly rushed towards me.

The two men were aggressive and clearly came for me.

The other party was extremely fast, and one of them was carrying a bucket of unidentified material.

A bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I immediately decided to run away.

But the two of them moved quickly, and before I could react, they threw the unidentified object at me.

I couldn't escape in time, so I could only cover my face with my handbag.

A pungent smell wafted over, and I realized that what they had just splashed on me was paint.

I was covered in red paint, and my hair was sticky and matted together.

He was in a very disheveled state.

After doing all that, the two of them pointed at me and said fiercely.

"This is just a warning. If you dare to meddle again, next time it won't be as simple as just paint."

After saying that, the two left gracefully.

I stood at the doorway looking disheveled, and passersby all gave me disgusted looks.

Old Mo had just gotten off work and saw my appearance, so he quickly ran over to me and asked with concern, "Gu Mo, what happened to you? Are you alright?"

As he spoke, he took out all the tissues from his bag and used them to wipe my face.

I took the tissue from Lao Mo and gave a wry smile: "I've been retaliated against."

I never expected that underwear manufacturers would be so arrogant.

This also shows that they are determined not to take any action regarding this incident.

Thinking about this, my heart sank.

This matter is becoming increasingly difficult to resolve.

Old Mo listened to my words and became extremely worried: "How can someone be so bold in broad daylight? No, this is assault. I'll take you to the police station."

As he spoke, Lao Mo pulled me toward the police station to report the case.

He had only taken a few steps when his phone rang urgently.

Old Mo answered the phone, his face turning extremely panicked: "What? Something happened at home? What's going on? I'm coming back right away."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Mo looked troubled.

Hearing that his situation was urgent, I pretended to be nonchalant and urged him, "Don't worry about me, if there's something going on at home, go back immediately."

Upon hearing this, Old Mo said with some guilt, "I'm sorry, Gu Mo, the situation was urgent, I had no choice. You must be careful."

"Thank you, Lao Mo. I'm fine. I'll wash it off when I get back."

I gave a calm reply, not wanting Lao Mo to notice anything amiss.

Seeing that I seemed to be alright, Lao Mo drove away.

After he left, I finally caught my breath.

A wave of fear washed over me, a chill ran down my spine, and I was instantly terrified.

Luckily, those two only splashed paint on me.

If they took out something else, the consequences would be unimaginable!

I was still shaken as I wiped the paint, but the wind made it even harder.

I tried rubbing it for ages but couldn't get it off.

Not wanting more people to see my embarrassing state, I simply took off my coat and hurriedly covered my face before going home.

As I approached my door, gripping the handle, I suddenly stopped.

His disheveled state was laid bare before my eyes.

If they were at home and saw me like this, they would be worried.

But my clothes were all inside. After some internal struggle, I cautiously opened the door.

After confirming that no one was home, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I rushed into the bathroom and turned the water on full blast.

Only when the warm water flowed over my body did I feel a moment of relaxation.

The water washed away most of the red paint, and the red water on the ground was up to the level of her fair insteps.

The blinding red light made my eyes appear red.

At the same time, a wave of lingering fear washed over me.

The manufacturers' tactics are too outrageous; it's futile for me to fight them alone.

But what other options are there?

I poured water on myself for a long time, but I couldn't get the dry paint off my body no matter what I did.

My body ached from being rubbed, but I couldn't see a trace of flesh.

I looked down at the red water all over the ground and felt a pang of grievance.

The more sore and irritated my eyes became, the more I kept rubbing them with my hands.

Tears mingled with water and fell onto my body.

I felt increasingly aggrieved. I just wanted to earn money to pay off my debts, so why was I always so unlucky?

Why do all sorts of troubles have to befall me?