Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 152 - 151: Best Substitute (13) - Third Update

Pu Zhehan looked at Liao Yizhou’s expression and recounted the entire situation to him.

After listening, Liao Yizhou pursed his lips.

All this talk of being kept, of being the other woman—no one understood better than he did. Over the past few months, he hadn’t spent a penny on her. That woman was stubborn to the bone, and had an incredibly strong sense of pride.

Liao Yizhou had a hard time imagining what someone as stubborn as her would do after such an incident had occurred.

"Sorry, I still have some things to deal with, I need to go back for a while." With Ye Shaohua on his mind, Liao Yizhou did not look at Zhao Yijun, let alone comfort her.

Pu Zhehan caught up to Liao Yizhou and challenged him, "Yizhou, what are you doing?"

"I..." Liao Yizhou was taken aback for a moment.

"I always thought you were just playing around with Ye Shaohua. Could it be that you’ve really developed feelings for her? How can you justify this to Yijun?" Pu Zhehan looked coldly at Liao Yizhou. "If it weren’t for Yijun back then, we would have..."

"Sorry," Liao Yizhou pressed his temples, "I admit it’s my fault regarding Yijun. I couldn’t handle your departure back then."

**

At Ye Shaohua’s persuasion, her mother did not leave the hospital, but chose to stay. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

When the Zhao family patriarch arrived, she was staring blankly at an old photo.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she hastily hid the old photo under her pillow.

When she looked up again, there stood the Zhao family patriarch, a man who had, in the past, trampled upon her dignity. Ye’s mother was filled with a deep-rooted fear, "You... why are you here?"

Following behind the Zhao family patriarch, Mrs. Zhao looked down on the cramped single room with a hint of disdain and covered her nose. Hearing Ye’s mother, she spoke condescendingly, "What’s the matter, Ye Dongxiang? Seeing us makes you feel guilty?"

Ye’s mother subconsciously clutched the bedsheet in her hands.

The Zhao family patriarch surveyed her before speaking, "So, what will it take for you to leave Imperial City?"

"Leave Imperial City?" Ye’s mother hadn’t comprehended.

"What, do you still fancy entering the Zhao family’s doors?" The muddy eyes of the elder Zhao stared at Ye’s mother with intense hatred. "Let me tell you, that’ll never happen in this lifetime. Take your daughter and get the hell out of Imperial City. Are you so jealous you can’t stand to see my granddaughter thrive? A lowlife begets a lowlife, the Zhao family doesn’t need a shameless descendant like that."

Ye’s mother was still in a daze, but upon hearing these words, she sharply looked up, "Shaohua hasn’t—"

"If she hasn’t, then why are there pictures of her acting indecently with others on the news?" The old Zhao patriarch sneered. "Ye Dongxiang, I won’t let you and your daughter ruin our Zhao family any further. Leave Imperial City within three days, or else, you wouldn’t want your dirty laundry aired for all to see, right? Your daughter might only be from S University, but at least she’s a high achiever. Not to mention, she’s now inherited your ways. You wouldn’t want people pointing at her spine, calling her the daughter of a whore who took to the stage, would you?"

At these words, the blood drained from Ye’s mother’s face with a swish.

All her past humiliations were being exposed for all to see, and her dignity was once again stomped underfoot. Despite almost twenty years of striving, she remained lowly and humble.

The Zhao family members loomed above her pretentiously, while she appeared pitifully disheveled.

After thoroughly berating Ye’s mother, the Zhao family patriarch finally left with his cane.

Mrs. Zhao trailed behind the patriarch. Once he had left, she stood in front of Ye’s mother with her high heels, "Ye Dongxiang, did you think marrying Zhao Yan would allow you to trample on me? You really thought too highly of yourself. Now that Zhao Yan is dead, do you really think your raised daughter can compare to mine? Zhao Yan must have been cursed in his past life to have fathered such a daughter with you. If I were him, I’d have been driven to death by you two by now. Do you think if Zhao Yan knew the spirit realm existed, seeing you turn his daughter into what she is now... I think, he surely would have wished to strangle her the moment she was born, right?"

After finishing, she left without a care for the pallor on Ye’s mother’s face and strode out in her high heels.

**

In this age of advanced internet, the issue with Ye Shaohua had already fermented online; walking on the street, she was subjected to people pointing and hurling insults.

Everyone expected her to make a public appearance to garner sympathy with tears, or something of that nature, yet she did none of that.

Her social media account had been maliciously broadcasted.

Her Weibo fans, which were originally few, had suddenly skyrocketed to over thirty thousand, and the number was still rising.

The crowd that relished the scandal had waited for several days until she finally posted a message from her own account— "The innocent are innocent; see you at a live Weibo broadcast tomorrow at 10 AM."

That post sent the netizens into a frenzy.

"Heh, are you planning your debut now? All set for a ten o’clock event, let’s wait till then to watch you slap your own face with excuses."

"Disgusting, is this an attempt to capitalize on the trending topic? You wish. After I watch the live broadcast tomorrow, I’ll unfollow you!"

"..."

The peak of this scandal was when Asia’s top-rated Fenghua Group reposted her Weibo post!

That caused an explosion on Weibo!

"Has the CEO of Fenghua lost his mind?!"

People who followed Ye Shaohua were not few in number, including Zhao Yijun, who always kept a close watch on every bit of her news.

"A live broadcast? Does she think she’s some kind of superstar?" Yi Xian sneered with disdain. "With so many people tuning into the live broadcast, does she think there aren’t enough people condemning her already?"

"Among the people she’s been involved with, there’s someone from Fenghua. Did the person running Fenghua’s Weibo account smear their eyes with shit before reposting?" said Pu Zhehan, a look of disgust on his face. "And to have a face that resembles Yijun - it’s an insult to Yijun."

Zhao Yijun sighed, "I’ve seen that person; he’s an assistant at Fenghua. But he alone can’t salvage this situation..."

"With so much evidence, how could she possibly turn things around?" Yi Xian said indifferently.

At this, Zhao Yijun lowered her gaze, revealing a mocking and disdainful smile.