I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

"All you do is point out my problems; don't you ever think the problem lies with you?"

Ma Rong on the other end of the phone became even more arrogant, her voice filled with the pleasure of revenge.

She just wants to slander Wang Baoqiang.

From the very beginning, she never respected Wang Baoqiang!

Dilraba was so angry that she trembled all over and clenched her teeth.

If Mui Yim-fong hadn't held her back, she probably would have rushed up, snatched the phone, and started arguing with the other person.

She had never seen such a shameless person since she was born.

They're completely bullying honest people!

She secretly spat and muttered a curse, barely a whisper, yet full of anger.

"Shameless bitch!"

This time, neither Anita Mui nor Leslie Cheung spoke up to stop her.

Their faces were also covered with a layer of frost.

This is no longer a simple quarrel between husband and wife; it is a blatant personal insult, a repeated crushing of an honest man's self-esteem.

In the dead silence, Xiao Chen finally made a move.

Without the slightest hesitation or extra expression, he simply slowly raised the phone to his ear.

Those deep, peach-blossom eyes gazed calmly at the distant water, yet their depths seemed to hold an unyielding, millennia-old ice.

He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the other end of the phone through the electrical current.

It was an extremely pleasant baritone voice, with a touch of natural magnetism, enough to drive any voice enthusiast crazy.

But at this moment, the voice was devoid of any warmth.

"Ms. Ma Rong, is that right?"

With just six words, the cursing on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

Ma Rong was stunned.

Who is this?

That voice... it's so familiar... and so beautiful it makes my heart flutter.

That's not Wang Baoqiang's voice at all!

Before she could react, that cold yet extremely authoritative voice rang out again.

Every word was like a cold scalpel, precisely cutting into her nerves.

"Just wait to receive Wang Baoqiang's indictment."

"You won't get a single penny of Wang Baoqiang's assets."

Xiao Chen spoke slowly, even deliberately, but with an unquestionable sense of judgment.

He paused, seemingly giving the other party time to think, before unleashing the final, devastating blow.

"And you'll have to pay him compensation."

After he finished speaking, he didn't even give the other party a chance to refute or ask questions.

"Smack."

With a light touch of his long, slender fingers, he hung up the phone.

The whole world was completely quiet.

……

On the other side, in a luxurious apartment.

Ma Rong remained frozen, her phone still pressed against her ear.

All that could be heard from the receiver was the busy tone of "beep...beep...", that cold, mechanical sound, which now sounded like the death knell of the apocalypse.

Her mind went blank, the man's words echoing repeatedly in her ears.

indictment?

Not even a penny?

Do I have to pay them back?

How is that possible!

That good-for-nothing Wang Baoqiang, how could he have the guts!

He's separated from me, and he doesn't even know how to pay the household utility bills!

But...that voice...

Why does that voice sound so familiar?

Ma Rong's mind raced, and a blurry yet dazzling figure gradually emerged from the depths of her memory.

That boy in Titanic, standing at the bow of the ship and shouting "I'm the king of the world!"

That genius who became a global sensation with his song "Baby" and won a Grammy Award.

That young man who rose to fame at a young age, is now a legend in the entertainment industry, and even Hollywood has to make way for him—an Oscar-winning actor…

Xiao Chen!

It's Xiao Chen's voice!

The thought struck Ma Rong like a thunderbolt, instantly hitting her on the head! Her hand trembled, and her phone fell to the expensive carpet with a "thud".

How could it be him?!

Xiao Chen... that high and mighty man, like a god, how could he help Wang Baoqiang, that rustic and useless good-for-nothing?

How did they end up recording a show together?

Didn't Wang Baoqiang say it was just a regular outdoor reality show?

In an instant, countless thoughts exploded in her mind, and a huge wave of fear overwhelmed her.

What did she just say on the phone?

She not only cursed Wang Baoqiang, but Xiao Chen heard it all!

Ma Rong's face was ashen.

She wasn't afraid of Wang Baoqiang; she had that man completely under her control.

But she was afraid of Xiao Chen.

He was like a god; with a stomp of his foot, the entire entertainment industry would tremble.

Wang Jinhua knows better than anyone how enormous Shiba Culture is in China today.

Xiao Chen's words are more effective than Wang Baoqiang's ten thousand.

He said he would make her leave with nothing and even pay him... that was definitely not just empty talk.

Xiao Chen's legal team is known in the industry as an "undefeated legend".

Panic.

Ma Rong was truly panicked this time.

It felt as if all the blood in her body rushed to her head, only to recede instantly, leaving her hands and feet ice-cold.

No!

This absolutely cannot be done!

Over the years, she's amassed money from Wang Baoqiang, bought bags and jewelry, and lived in a luxury mansion...

She absolutely cannot let go of these things!

She worked incredibly hard to climb from an ordinary girl to where she is today.

She was determined to live a life of luxury and would never allow herself to go back to the way she was before!

The immense panic gave rise to extreme malice.

If the hard approach doesn't work, let's try the soft approach!

Since reasoning won't work, let's seize the high ground in public opinion!

A crazy idea quickly took shape in her mind.

Ma Rong suddenly sprang up from the sofa, stumbled into the bedroom, and yanked open the dressing table drawer.

Her hands trembled with fear and excitement, and she didn't care at all as she swept the bottles and jars inside to the ground.

Finally, she pulled out a colorful eyeshadow palette.

She looked in the mirror at her face, distorted by panic, and her eyes gradually turned fierce.

She used her fingers to fiercely scoop out a large patch of deep purple and dark red eyeshadow.

He haphazardly applied the mixture around his eyes and rubbed it vigorously.

Soon, a bruise appeared, looking like someone had been punched hard.

But this is not enough.

She picked up a bottle of red lip gloss, applied it to the corner of her mouth, and then blended it outwards with her fingers to create the illusion that her lips were cracked and bleeding.

After doing all that, she took a step back and looked at herself in the mirror.

With her disheveled hair, bruised eyes, and bleeding lips, coupled with her terrified and panicked expression, she looked exactly like a pitiful woman who had just suffered domestic violence.

Looking at her unfamiliar reflection in the mirror, Ma Rong slowly curled a cold and twisted smile onto her lips.

Wang Baoqiang, Xiao Chen...

Weren't you going to sue me?

I want to see which side public opinion will take after I post this photo!

At that time, you, Wang Baoqiang, will be a domestic abuser! And you, Xiao Chen, will be an accomplice who aids and abets evil!