Yang Ruoyan rubbed his face and felt his scalp numb.

I quickly opened the web page on my phone, and I was shocked to find that photos of myself slapping Chen Yibo angrily and kicking his vitals were posted on major entertainment and gossip web pages.

In the photo, most of Chen Yibo's body was covered by tall bodyguards. Even if his face was captured at some angles, it was still blurred or even mosaic-ed.

But his face was completely exposed, and even the expression on his face could be clearly seen through his clothes.

What gave her even more headaches were the titles of these pages.

"Extramarital affairs of a wealthy family: the angry mistress makes a wedding", "The mistress wants to take over: an angry wealthy family makes a wedding of the century", "mistress takes over: the rich man's outsider friend" and so on.

It seems that I have firmly settled into the position of mistress.

The comment section below was even more terrible, with a lot of shouting and cursing, almost all of which were attacking me.

Unexpectedly, in just a dozen hours, the click-through rate of these web pages reached a record high in history, and they quickly occupied the front page of their website. It is really embarrassing.

Open your own novel again.

In the past, her novels were unknown, but now their click-through rate and comments have reached the top of the rankings. Clicks have skyrocketed, collections have plummeted, ratings have plummeted, and there are thousands more comments.

Oh my god, what kind of rhythm is this?

If you look closely, you will see that all these boring people with nothing to do actually went to the comment section of their own novels to yell and curse.

"The author is an unruly woman", "The author is shameless", "This kind of author will never publish a book in the future" and so on. There are only a handful of loyal readers who are speaking for themselves, but

But they all became cannon fodder.

These are merciless, and she doesn't want to look at the more unsightly ones, which can make people vomit three bowls of blood in a row.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Li Minghao lazily opened his sleepy eyes, tilted his head and scratched his messy hair. He saw her staring at the phone and frowning, as if something had happened.

Yang Ruoyan still had the time to pay attention to his questions. He just stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone, his whole body being sucked into a whirlpool that would never be recovered.

The power of the Internet is really powerful. Those boring people conducted a human flesh search on her, and actually found out everything about her in such a short period of time, including her name, address, family background, school, just to name a few of her names.

A hair.

Family background?

Yang Ruoyan's head exploded with a bang. If those reporters and paparazzi went to her rental house to find her, would they also find her original home?

"Whenever it's quiet at night, I always think of your tenderness..."

I was really afraid that something might happen, and before I could figure it out, I got a call from home.

Yang Ruoyan's palms were sweating and his whole body was trembling.

Li Minghao's handsome eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle. He approached her and took a look at her mobile phone screen. The caller was her father, but why was she trembling?

"If you don't want to pick it up, don't pick it up."

Li Minghao didn't know what happened, but he could tell that she was shaking because of this call. What was the reason? He didn't want to know. He just didn't want her to face what she was afraid of.

Yang Ruoyan bit her lower lip tightly and took a deep breath, as if answering a phone call required a lot of courage.
Chapter completed!