Chapter 2: Truth Talisman, The Scumbag Couple Turns on Each Other in Public

Yang Fan changed the subject and asked Wei Ling, "So you knew I wasn't the 'other woman,' and you came to bully me just to chase traffic?"

Wei Ling was still in shock, but her mouth began to speak uncontrollably, "Of course. If it weren't for the traffic, who would bother looking for a useless woman like you? Look at you, you supported this loser for so many years, and he still ended up in my arms anyway."

A loser?!

So that was how she saw him!

Chen Jianhua felt his self-esteem had been wounded. "Is that how you see me?"

What on earth was happening? She was nearly going insane; why was her mouth blurting out the truth?

Wei Ling’s expression was one of collapse, but her mouth continued to answer Chen Jianhua uncontrollably, "If you aren't a loser, what are you? If Yang Fan hadn't supported you for all these years, do you think you could have gotten into graduate school? You're still living off my money right now."

"If you aren't a loser, what are you? And you dare to call me an old woman? Go to hell!"

Chen Jianhua: "Aren't you an old woman? You're forty-five years old, older than my mother, and you spend all day pretending to be young. If it weren't for your money, I wouldn't be with you at all."

The two began to argue right there. The assistant nearby was so shocked that she forgot to turn off the livestream, and their mutual insults were broadcasted to the internet.

Netizens: Shocking! A millionaire influencer frames her ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend as a mistress just for traffic!

The ex-girlfriend is the real victim here!

Yang Fan watched them argue with cold eyes. The Truth Talisman, as the name suggests, forces one to speak only the truth and nothing but the truth. She loved watching dogs bite dogs.

The people around them were stunned by this sudden infighting.

At this moment, Yang Fan turned her gaze toward the manager who had just threatened to fire her. "Manager Zhang, why were you going to fire me earlier without even investigating the situation?"

Manager Zhang: "Of course it’s because you found out about my affair with Han Chenchen. Although I threatened to fire you to keep you quiet, you were always a threat to me at the company."

"Now was a perfect opportunity to fire you, so of course I was going to do it without investigating anything."

The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth between Manager Zhang and the Han Chenchen he mentioned. Even Wei Ling’s assistant couldn't help but point the camera at Han Chenchen.

So they were having an affair! No wonder she had been the loudest one cursing Yang Fan; it turned out her little secret had been exposed.

How despicable. She was the actual mistress, yet she had the nerve to frame someone else as one.

Being stared at by so many people with strange looks, and with people holding up their phones to film her, Han Chenchen’s face turned beet red. She opened her mouth to defend herself, but what came out was

"What’s the problem? I’m young and beautiful, how am I inferior to that old, dead fat woman? She can't even give birth to a son, while I’ve already given Brother Zhang a son."

!! She even had a son!

Netizens: Woohoo~ It’s like the New Year!

How could she even say that out loud!

Manager Zhang was red with rage, but he didn't dare open his mouth, fearing that if he spoke, he would blurt out more things he shouldn't.

She didn't want to say those things! Han Chenchen was so anxious she was about to cry. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her, or how she could say such things in front of so many people.

"Very well, so this is the 'good work' you've been doing behind my back."

At this moment, a dignified female voice came from the doorway. Everyone looked toward the sound and saw their boss—Manager Zhang’s wife—standing at the door with a livid expression.

It’s over. It’s all over.

Manager Zhang’s vision went black, his legs turned to jelly, and he collapsed onto the floor.

Yang Fan whistled internally. There’s no time like the present.

After such a huge scene and such a loss of face, Wei Ling and Chen Jianhua snuck away while no one was paying attention.

However, the truth about them had already spread across the internet. They went from being the "sweetest celebrity couple" to the "most disgusting couple" on the entire web.

They wouldn't dare show their faces in public for a long time.

As for Manager Zhang and Han Chenchen, one ended up divorced and the other fired. In the end, neither of them gained anything.

Yang Fan was taken to the hospital by a colleague she had been on decent terms with to have her wounds bandaged, and then she was sent home to rest.

One second she was marveling at the world's advanced medical technology and convenient transportation; the next, she returned to the original owner's small rental apartment. Standing at the door, she examined the layout.

The entire room was a rectangle. A four-foot bed took up most of the space. At the foot of the bed was a row of low cabinets, about five feet long, followed by a small refrigerator squeezed between the cabinet and the wall. That was the entire layout of the house.

The only ventilation in the whole room was a tiny window above the head of the bed, no bigger than a palm.

Yang Fan’s eyes were filled with pity. Look, just look—this is the end result of sacrificing everything for a man.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." Her stomach growled, echoing in the narrow room.

Yang Fan rubbed her belly and decided to go get something to eat first.

Only after she was full would she have the energy to think about how to navigate this strange era.

Yang Fan searched through all of the original owner's bags and only found five yuan in cash. On her phone, there was only three yuan and sixty-five cents left on WeChat.

There was also a collection text message stating that she owed 58,345.7 yuan to a certain bank and that it was overdue, demanding immediate repayment.

...She had no money and was actually in debt??

The original owner's dark memories, which she didn't want to recall, flooded back. Yang Fan remembered: the original owner didn't just owe a little money; she owed quite a lot.

Three credit cards, plus various online lending platforms—the scattered debts added up to a staggering 190,000 yuan. Yet, the original owner's monthly salary was only 7,000 yuan, and with a part-time job, she barely made 10,000 a month.

In Beijing, a high-cost city where even renting a tiny place like this cost one or two thousand, all that money had been spent supporting the deadbeat Chen Jianhua, who refused to work.

...With only eight yuan and sixty-five cents to her name and over 100,000 in debt.

Starting with a hand like this, Yang Fan figured it wasn't a big problem.

She knew that a single talisman of hers was worth a thousand gold, and a single divination was hard to come by. Making money was not an issue for her.

"Ring, ring, ring..." Her phone suddenly rang. Yang Fan answered.

It was the HR manager from the original owner's company. The person spoke tactfully, saying the company wanted to let her go and promised to give her 200,000 yuan as compensation.

After all, even though the incident wasn't caused by Yang Fan, it had blown up quite large on the internet. The leadership didn't want her to continue working there, and the 200,000 was essentially hush money.

That worked out perfectly. Yang Fan didn't know how to do design, and in the original owner's memories, her colleagues weren't easy to get along with anyway. Since she didn't have to go there to work and could still get such a large compensation, she agreed without a second thought.

She could earn money, but she would never refuse money that came through legitimate channels without any effort.

Two hundred thousand—enough to pay off all the original owner's debts and have some left over for food.

As for that scum of a man and woman, her Truth Talisman wasn't a one-time use item. They had plenty more suffering coming their way.

(End of chapter)