Watching the Show

Previously, when Lin Qingwan stole their company's products, there was nothing they could do about it. They could only watch helplessly as Lin Qingwan profited immensely from the skincare products they had worked so hard to develop.

Now, the trap had been set, and they were just waiting for Lin Qingwan to fall right into it.

"Yutong, I'll be waiting for good news from you and Little Xuan," Jiang Manting said with a smile.

"Mm," Jiang Yutong nodded firmly. "As soon as there's good news, I'll let you know."

"Oh, and—" Jiang Manting cleared her throat. "Yutong, does your company have any acne treatment products? Preferably something with really good results?"

"Of course! And the effects are amazing. Sis, I guarantee those pimples on your face will be completely gone in less than a month," Jiang Yutong declared confidently, patting her chest.

Jiang Manting was skeptical.

A month—and her acne would just disappear?

"Sis, now that the company is a joint venture between me and Little Xuan, the acne treatment won’t be free," Jiang Yutong added with a grin.

"You really are a little money-grubber," Jiang Manting sighed, poking Jiang Yutong’s forehead in resignation.

Jiang Yutong chuckled and scratched her head.

She just wanted to earn more money to buy gifts for Little Xuan. Besides, she had to build her career properly.

Little Xuan was already so impressive—as his older sister, she couldn’t lag too far behind. What if he looked down on her?

"By the way, sis, why the sudden interest in acne treatment?" Jiang Yutong asked curiously.

Her sister had never cared much about her appearance before.

"Ahem," Jiang Manting coughed lightly. "I just want to improve my image a bit. I want to leave a good impression on Little Xuan."

Hearing this, Grandpa Jiang sighed.

"I wonder if Little Xuan will ever acknowledge us."

But then again, Little Xuan seemed to be doing just fine on his own. Maybe there was no real need for him to recognize them.

The expressions of Jiang Yutong and Jiang Manting stiffened.

It was true.

The matter of getting Little Xuan to accept them still hadn’t been resolved.

Jiang Manting frowned.

She felt she couldn’t just sit around and wait.

Money was something she had plenty of…

Meanwhile…

Jiang Shuqin was still being swarmed by reporters.

They kept bombarding her with questions.

"Get away! Just get away!" Jiang Shuqin covered her ears, screaming in frustration.

"Lin Li is innocent—he was framed!"

How could he possibly have done such a thing?

"All of you, move!"

Staggering to her feet, she shoved the reporters aside.

Seeing that they wouldn’t get anything more out of her, the reporters finally backed off.

Their priority now was to rush back, draft their articles, and publish them as soon as possible.

The journalists left the hotel in high spirits.

"The past couple of days have been absolutely explosive."

"Yeah, I can’t thank Lin Li enough—he keeps delivering sensational material."

Every time Lin Li was involved, things got wild.

Online, netizens were buzzing with discussions.

—This morning, when I saw Jiang Shuqin’s statement, I actually suspected Lin Xuan was behind it, that he set up Lin Li. Turns out, Lin Li did it to himself.

—Do you think the surveillance footage was tampered with?

—No way. Hacking into the hotel’s system and editing the video overnight? That’s impossible in our country. Even if someone could do it, they wouldn’t pull it off in just one night.

—Tsk tsk, Lin Li really isn’t picky, huh? If he can’t get women, he goes for men—and not even good-looking ones at that.

Jiang Shuqin had even paid to push the story to the top of trending lists, and with all the media frenzy, the scandal reached unprecedented heights.

Even the nurses at the hospital had heard about it.

When they came to change Lin Li’s IV drip, their gazes carried a hint of judgment.

Who would’ve thought this seemingly respectable man had such… unconventional tastes?

Lin Li, already on edge, glared at the nurses. "What are you looking at?"

The nurses quickly averted their eyes. "We weren’t staring. Just checking your condition."

"Mr. Lin, we’ve changed your IV. We’ll leave now."

Lin Li’s current state was unsettling, so the nurses didn’t dare linger and hurried out.

Lin Li lay face down on the bed.

Due to his… injuries, he couldn’t sit or lie on his back without excruciating pain.

Then, Jiang Shuqin returned, her hair disheveled and clothes in disarray.

"Mom, you’re finally back! I called you so many times, but you didn’t answer. I was so worried," Lin Li said.

Jiang Shuqin didn’t respond. She just stared at him, her gaze piercing.

Lin Li’s heart skipped a beat.

That look in her eyes… he had never seen her look at him like that before.

He had to handle this matter properly today.

Otherwise, it would definitely leave a rift in Jiang Shuqin's heart.

Right now, he couldn’t afford to break ties with the Lin family.

Lin Li’s gaze fell on the fruit knife on the table.

Got it!

Lin Li’s eyes lit up slightly.

He knew exactly how to win Jiang Shuqin’s forgiveness!

"Mom, I’m sorry."

Lin Li bit his lip, his voice choked with sobs. "This time, I’ve let you down and embarrassed you."

Suddenly, Lin Li grabbed the fruit knife from the table and raised it toward his own heart, ready to stab down.

Jiang Shuqin immediately seized his hand, panicking as she cried, "Li'er, what are you doing?!"

"Mom, I don’t know what happened with that surveillance footage. If it really was as the video showed, I wouldn’t have dared to call the reporters or escalate the situation like this." Lin Li’s eyes were red with tears.

Jiang Shuqin frowned deeply.

What Lin Li said made sense.

He knew everything that had happened clearly. If the surveillance footage was accurate, he wouldn’t have made such a public fuss.

"Then what’s the deal with that footage?" Jiang Shuqin pressed, her brows furrowed.

"I don’t know either," Lin Li shook his head. "Whatever happened in that video, it’s definitely fake."

Suddenly, Jiang Shuqin’s emotions flared up as if struck by a realization.

"I know!"

"It’s Lin Xuan! Lin Xuan must have tampered with the footage. That video was forged!"

That ungrateful wretch!

Was he never going to stop?

First, he schemed to make Li'er get involved with those two men, and now he’s faking evidence to make it look like Lin Li went along willingly!

"Mom," Lin Li’s tears streamed down uncontrollably. "Now everyone is laughing at me. I was violated by those two men—I can’t face living anymore."

"I’ve humiliated you and the Lin family so badly. I don’t deserve to live. Just let me die, please."

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