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Chapter 28 The True Face of the Top Movie Star



Chapter 28 The True Face of the Top Movie Star

Xia Ziming suddenly turned her head to the side.

He quickly rubbed the back of his hand across his cheek.

The movements were extremely fast, but they couldn't escape the eyes of the person opposite.

Song Ze sat quietly on the other side of the half-private room.

Her sudden tears—was it a sign of weakness or a breakdown?

Song Ze pulled out a tissue.

He reached his wrist over the candlestick and pushed the tissue in front of her.

"Zimo, why are you crying?"

"Is it because of what I said on the dating reality show this morning?"

Xia Ziming paused for a moment.

Song Ze leaned back in his chair, deliberately relaxing his posture.

Are you alright?

"Didn't we already agree to be buddies?"

"We went through the same thing back in high school."

"Those are such wonderful memories."

"We even made a pinky promise at our graduation farewell dinner."

"If you get married, I'll dress up as a woman and be your bridesmaid."

"If I get married, you'll dress up as a man and be my best man."

"These are the rules you set when you slammed your fist on the table; you can't just go back on your word now, can you?"

Song Ze observed her reaction.

Xia Ziming did not touch the tissue.

Her chest heaved as she forced a bitter smile.

"Dude..."

These two words sounded particularly jarring in the quiet space.

Xia Ziming raised her head and looked directly at Song Ze.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears ruined her carefully applied makeup.

"I have indeed changed my mind."

"Not only did I go back on my word, I also sold you out."

"Most of the evidence online that proves you're a scumbag originated from me."

"The most fatal photo was one that I personally handed over to Wen Ziliang."

Song Ze's nerves suddenly tightened.

That so-called irrefutable evidence of having multiple partners.

In my past life, that high school graduation photo, taken from a forced perspective and then edited in post-production, became the trigger for widespread condemnation online.

This photo left him speechless and forced him to leave the entertainment industry.

"At our high school graduation party, we took a group photo in the hallway of a karaoke bar, using a fake angle."

"It looks like they're hugging and kissing."

Song Ze listened quietly.

Why did you do that?

Xia Ziming gripped the hem of her knitted sweater with all ten fingers.

"Because I've always had a crush on you."

"Starting from the first year of high school, for a full seven years."

"This morning, I came to that show intending to ignore everything and confront you directly."

"I don't want to be 'buddies' anymore."

I want to stand by your side openly and honestly.

The speaker paused.

Her breathing became rapid.

"But it won't work."

"It's simply not possible now."

"I'm already dirty."

"I'm not innocent."

"I don't even have the right to stand in front of you."

Song Ze keenly noticed the word "dirty".

James Wan is a notorious hypocrite among film stars.

Even after he retired from the entertainment industry in his previous life, that person still held the titles of charity ambassador and youth role model.

But Xia Ziming's description of herself as "dirty" reveals a deeper story than just a fake photo.

Song Ze suddenly leaned forward.

Place your arms on the table to close the distance.

"What exactly happened?"

A sense of oppression washed over me.

Xia Ziming shrank back.

The defense line completely collapsed.

"He's a madman."

"He's a pervert in human skin."

"They act all refined and gentle in public, yet they're involved in things like Hope Primary Schools and Youth Assistance Funds."

"In reality, that charitable fund was just a tool he used to hunt for women."

Song Ze quickly combined the information.

Wen Ziliang does indeed have a highly influential charitable foundation.

Several large-scale charity galas are held every year.

Xia Ziming picked up the glass of cold water and took a big gulp.

Water dripped down her chin without her noticing.

"Where do you think those 'ex-girlfriends' who jump out online to expose you came from?"

"I am Zhang Yilin, Xu Yuyu."

"There are three other girls who haven't been exposed yet."

"The six of us are not the victims you deceived."

"We have one thing in common."

"We are all longtime female fans of Wen Ziliang."

"We have all donated large sums of money to his charitable foundation's activities."

Song Ze leaned back in his chair.

The last piece of the puzzle is being put back in place.

No contact information for these girls could be found anywhere on the internet.

Who would have thought that their connection would be Wen Ziliang's fan list?

"How did he do it?"

Xia Ziming gritted his teeth, the words seeping out from between them.

"He added us on WeChat under the guise of thanking us for our charitable donations."

At first, it was just a few words of concern sent occasionally.

"After a few months, he would start asking people out alone."

"Give extremely expensive luxury goods as gifts."

"Take him to a high-end restaurant."

"Throughout the process, he acted like a perfect partner."

"Extremely gentlemanly, extremely considerate."

"Then it's time to drink."

"Drink those special cocktails with a really strong aftereffect."

"When I was so drunk that I was barely able to stand, he took me to a hotel."

The candlelight flickered in the private room.

Xia Ziming's body swayed more and more violently.

That's a physiological fear response.

"He set up high-definition cameras in the room."

"Before we had sex, he would come close to the camera and ask me if it was okay."

"At that time, under the combined influence of alcohol and adoration, I completely lost my judgment."

"I agree."

"I said 'yes' myself."

"If I say no, he immediately gets dressed and leaves."

"That's how he avoids risk."

"He specifically targets us when we are most vulnerable and easily manipulated."

"Then they took full HD video footage and hundreds of private photos."

Song Ze pulled his baseball cap down half an inch.

A top-tier actor uses such meticulous methods to control young women.

Xia Ziming covered her face with her hands.

Painful sobs spilled from between his fingers.

"I woke up the next morning."

"The clothes were thrown on the ground."

"He sat on the sofa and showed me that video."

"I was not in a coherent state in the video, but I clearly expressed my willingness."

"He told me that as long as I behaved and became his mistress, he would guarantee me a bright future."

"If I don't behave, this video will be sent to my parents' phones and to the public email address of Fu-Da Medical School."

"Zhang Yilin is the same."

"That innocent girl was ruined by him."

"She couldn't bear the fact that she had been violated."

"What I can't stand even more is that Wen Ziliang used the video to blackmail her, forcing her to forge chat records and fabricate dirt on you all over the internet."

"Mind control and physical torture forced her into developing severe paranoid schizophrenia."

Song Ze stopped tapping his fingers on the table.

The news of Zhang Yilin's suicide in a mental hospital in her past life flashed through her mind.

The source of everything is utterly absurd.

Video recording is voluntary.

No wonder these girls, even the strong-willed Xia Ziming, didn't dare to call the police when pushed to the brink.

That video is legally sufficient to bring the charges to a standstill.

Once public opinion explodes, Wen Ziliang can pay his way out, but the lives of these girls will be completely over.

"Wen Ziliang went to such lengths to fold it."

"I'm looking for six of you to weave such a large net."

"They even went so far as to use a list of charitable foundations that had been hidden for many years."

"Just to ruin my reputation as a newcomer?"


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