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

With trembling fingertips, Ma Rong tapped the "send" button on her phone screen.

That meticulously "faked" photo of domestic violence was accompanied by a short, heart-wrenching essay.

It was instantly broadcast on Weibo, a huge public opinion forum.

"I thought I married for love, but I never imagined I married a nightmare."

"Wang Baoqiang, you've hit me time and time again, I really can't take it anymore."

"Is it wrong for me to just want to live?"

There were no accomplices named, no mention of Xiao Chen, and no mention of the property dispute.

She portrayed herself as a pitiful woman desperately trying to survive amidst marital violence.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Within just a few minutes, this Weibo post garnered over 100,000 comments and reposts.

The movie starring Wang Baoqiang is currently showing in theaters, and his honest, simple, and hardworking grassroots image has deeply resonated with audiences.

Now, this perfect filter has been torn open by Ma Rong herself, leaving a bloody gash.

The internet exploded instantly.

"My God! Wang Baoqiang actually beat his wife? You can never judge a book by its cover!"

"That's terrifying! He always seems so honest and unassuming; I never imagined he'd be this kind of person in private!"

"Poor Ma Rong, she's been beaten like this... Sister, run! Get a divorce!"

"Boycott all of Wang Baoqiang's movies! Domestic abusers, get out of the entertainment industry!"

The angry outcry was like a tsunami, almost completely engulfing Wang Baoqiang.

His Weibo comment section was instantly flooded with the words "domestic abuser," and his latest Weibo post promoting the movie was filled with angry emojis.

However, amidst the surging public opinion, there were also some faint but rational voices.

"Wait a minute... this injury looks a bit fake?"

"These purple and red colors are so vibrant, they're exactly the same as the Natasha eyeshadow palette I just bought yesterday."

"You're absolutely right, sister upstairs. The blood at the corner of that mouth looks like TF16 lip gloss that wasn't applied evenly."

"I'm a forensic student. Judging from the photos alone, the shape of this injury is significantly different from a real blunt force injury; it looks more like a makeup technique. I'm not taking sides; I'll wait for an official statement."

"Am I the only one who thinks it's too coincidental that this news broke at this critical juncture? Let's wait for a reversal and not be easily used as pawns."

Unfortunately, these rational voices were quickly drowned out by a deluge of curses and sympathy.

Public opinion has been completely ignited.

……

The filming location for "Back to Field" presented a completely different scene at this time.

Azure sky, golden sand, salty sea breeze rustling through the coconut palms.

Xiao Chen, Anita Mui, Leslie Cheung, Dilraba Dilmurat, and Wang Baoqiang as a guest star.

Having just finished a half-day fishing trip, they were walking ashore, soaking wet.

The atmosphere was very quiet.

Everyone's expression was not good.

Ma Rong's phone call just now was tantamount to showing everyone the dark side of human nature.

Huang Bo walked beside Wang Baoqiang, patting his shoulder repeatedly to comfort him.

Honestly, when faced with something like this, even good friends don't know how to say anything extra to comfort you.

Just then, the program's director, accompanied by several staff members, hurriedly came to greet them.

His expression was somewhat strange, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, his gaze sweeping over the group before finally settling on Xiao Chen.

Her eyes, filled with complex emotions and a hint of barely perceptible sympathy, drifted toward Wang Baoqiang.

"Teacher Xiao Chen..."

The director's voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"There's been a bit of an emergency, could you... could you take a look?"

As he spoke, he handed over a cell phone.

Xiao Chen took the phone and his gaze fell on the screen.

The familiar face, adorned with clumsy "scar makeup," and the distorted text beneath it instantly erased the gentleness that had been in his eyes.

His expression didn't change much, but his eyes darkened, like a deep pool frozen in ice.

This woman... certainly didn't disappoint him.

He had long anticipated that Ma Rong, driven to the brink, would turn on him, but he hadn't expected her methods to be so crude yet so effective.

They seized the high ground in public opinion, used their "weak" identity to manipulate public sentiment, and nailed themselves and Wang Baoqiang to the pillar of shame.

That's a brilliant move to cut off the enemy's supply lines.

Dilraba curiously leaned over and peeked her head next to Xiao Chen's phone.

"What is it? Why are you being so mysterious?"

With just one glance, her bright little face instantly changed color.

First came shock, then disbelief, and finally, a raging fury.

"Holy crap! That's absolutely shameless!"

A gasp escaped her lips, and Dilraba's chest heaved with anger.

He pointed at the phone screen, his voice trembling.

"Has this woman gone mad?!"

"How dare she! When did Baoqiang ever hit her?"

"That's slander! It's defamation!"

Dilraba's voice was sharp and angry, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

They knew Xiao Chen too well; anything that could make him make that expression was definitely not a small matter.

Wang Baoqiang was a little stunned by Dilraba's sudden shout.

He scratched his head, looking at everyone with a blank expression.

"What's wrong, Dilraba? Who slandered me?"

The expressions on everyone's faces were indescribable, and the production team looked on with sympathy.

The sight of Dilraba's indignant and murderous expression sent a chill down his spine, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

"What...what happened?"

His voice began to weaken.

Dilraba wanted to say something, but Xiao Chen stopped her with a look.

Wang Baoqiang turned to Xiao Chen and asked eagerly.

"Brother Chen, is...is something wrong again?"

He saw the phone in Xiao Chen's hand, and the face on the screen that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

In that instant, he seemed to understand something.

"show me!"

Wang Baoqiang practically roared it out. He stretched out his hand, his body trembling slightly with excitement and anger.

His eyes, which were always full of honesty and sincerity, were now bloodshot, like those of an enraged bull.

Xiao Chen looked at him and sighed softly in his heart.

He knew that Wang Baoqiang had to get through this hurdle on his own.

No amount of comforting words from others can compare to the cruelty and the thoroughness of the truth he has to see with his own eyes.

Xiao Chen didn't waste any words and simply handed over the phone.

The moment the phone was handed over, his voice was calm yet carried an undeniable power.

"After reading it, calm down."

Wang Baoqiang snatched the phone away, his rapid breathing sounding particularly jarring on the quiet beach.

His gaze was fixed on the screen.

When he saw Ma Rong's "miserable" face in the photo.

When he saw the accusation, "I just want to live," the color drained from his face at a visible speed.

His facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, his lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.