Wen Maixue put down her lipstick and left the women's restroom. Half the lipstick was smashed in the washbasin, the garish red grease on the white tiles looked like a nauseating pool of human blood.
With a 'ding', Yan Wuxu glanced at the text message from an unknown phone number, which ended with Wen Maixue's comment: "Publish all the photos, one million per photo."
"Wen Maixue, you really think you're the noble Countess," scoffed Yan Wuxu, who now had plenty of money and disdained being manipulated by Wen Maixue. But with Su Ziceng's luck running high, it was time she experienced a harsh fall too.
Following the number in the text message, Yan Wuxu contacted the magazine known for "gossip and scandals," and they offered a hefty sum. When asked by the magazine staff who the man in the photos was, Yan Wuxu only smiled and replied: "He's someone you can't afford to offend, just having a Su Ziceng will make you print many more copies."
