Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 135 Counterattack! Chu Yuwei's Dark History Exposed

In a secluded office building somewhere in Beijing, the smoke swirled like the alchemy furnace of Lao Tzu.

Zhuo Wei, the head of "Fengxing Studio," was scrolling through the web with huge dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly bored. The entertainment industry had been unusually quiet lately, without a single scandal involving infidelity or cheating, which left him, who considered himself the "number one paparazzi," feeling a deep sense of professional anxiety.

Just then, my email notification suddenly went off.

A special notification sound.

This is a message from an encrypted channel, which usually means—something big is coming.

Zhuo Wei casually moved the mouse and clicked on the unsigned email. However, when his eyes swept over the attached pictures and chat screenshots, he sprang up from his chair like a spring compressed to its limit.

"Holy crap! Big job! Everyone assemble!"

This shout startled several photographers who were dozing off, almost causing them to slam their instant noodles onto their keyboards.

"Boss, what happened? Which top celebrity's career has collapsed?"

"The building collapsed? This time, the foundation was blown up!"

Zhuo Wei pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling with excitement.

"Chu Yuwei is blackmailing Lin Zhou, demanding five million! And she's even using a so-called 'bedroom photo' as leverage!"

"The best part is, the original high-resolution 'bedroom photos' are right here, see for yourselves!"

Several heads immediately crowded around.

When they saw the words "Property of Class 2, Grade 12" written in black marker on the edge of the desk in the high-definition picture, and the Coca-Cola bottle labeled "Highly Toxic," the entire studio erupted in a deafening burst of laughter.

"Hahaha! Is this woman some kind of clown sent by the monkeys?"

"Extorting money with photos of a stage play rehearsal? How did someone with that level of intelligence even get into the entertainment industry?"

"Stop laughing! Get to work!"

Zhuo Wei slammed his hand on the table, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

"This is an email from that mysterious big shot 'Qilin'. Although we don't know why he would have these, it's clear that he's handing us a knife."

"Since someone handed us the knife, we're responsible for killing him!"

"Tomorrow morning at 8 AM, it will be pushed across the entire internet! I've already thought of the title—'Former School Beauty Turns into Extortionist? Five Million for a Play Rehearsal Photo, That's a Bit Too Much of an IQ Tax!'"

……

The next morning, just as the sun was shining on the earth, this bombshell in the entertainment industry exploded right on time.

There was no pre-launch publicity or any public relations buffer.

Fengxing Studio directly released that "nine-square grid" gift package.

The threat Chu Yuwei made in the chat log, "Give me five million, or I'll ruin your reputation," was glaringly red.

The high-definition, uncensored "bedroom photo" was turned into various memes and spread like wildfire online.

#Chu Yuwei extorts Lin Zhou#

#The Most Awkward Bed Photo Ever#

#Property of Class 2, Grade 12#

The three terms, at rocket speed, instantly dominated the top three trending topics.

Netizens initially clicked in with the intention of just watching the drama unfold, but after reading it, they were all amused by Chu Yuwei's "suicide attack."

"This is hilarious! A 'highly poisonous' Coke bottle?! Is this the legendary feud between the rich and powerful?"

"I just want to know, what was that 'Romeo' thinking back then, wearing that 19.9 yuan shirt with free shipping?"

"Upstairs, he was thinking: This broken table hurts my back, and I still have to act with this crazy woman. What bad luck."

"Has Chu Yuwei gone crazy with poverty? Extortion is a criminal offense; she could be locked up in jail for years working on a sewing machine!"

Several netizens, claiming to be Lin Zhou's high school classmates, jumped out to share their own experiences, eager to stir up trouble.

"I was the head of the props department back then! I even painted that 'poison' bottle myself!"

"I can testify that the homeroom teacher was right there, eating sunflower seeds and watching. There were over forty pairs of eyes in the class watching. What kind of infidelity could have happened?"

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

As the extortion incident escalated, angry netizens began to unleash their investigative abilities, like digging through a shovel.

Chu Yuwei's dark history, hidden beneath her glamorous exterior, was gradually unearthed, like a pile of stinking mud.

"Guys, I've dug up another juicy scoop! This girl isn't a natural beauty at all. This is a picture of her from her first year of high school—round face, flat nose, she's completely transformed!"

"And this one! When she was a sophomore in college, she was photographed entering and leaving a hotel with a bald boss, who seemed to be the vice president of some film and television company..."

"Does anyone remember that she put laxatives in her competitor's water to grab resources? It was covered up at the time, but now it seems she was the one who did it!"

In an instant, Chu Yuwei became a pariah, hated by everyone.

At this very moment, inside a high-end apartment.

Chu Yuwei sat on the ground with her hair disheveled, surrounded by shards of broken glass.

Her phone was still vibrating incessantly, but no longer the transfer notification she had been looking forward to; instead, it was filled with countless abusive text messages and contract termination notices.

"Buzz—"

My agent, Sister Wang, called.

Chu Yuwei, as if grasping at the last straw, answered the phone with trembling hands, her voice trembling with sobs.

"Sister Wang! Please help me! This is all a misunderstanding, Lin Zhou framed me..."

"Shut up, you idiot!"

On the other end of the phone, Sister Wang's voice was as cold as a stone in an ice cellar, devoid of any warmth.

"A setup? You posted the chat logs yourself, didn't you? You uploaded the photos yourself, didn't you? The police have already contacted the company to collect evidence!"

"The company's senior management just held an emergency meeting and decided to formally terminate your contract."

"Furthermore, because your personal behavior has seriously damaged the company's image, we will pursue your breach of contract liability in accordance with the law, with a penalty of 20 million. The lawyer's letter will be sent to your email address immediately."

"You'd better watch yourself and don't contact me again, it's bad luck!"

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The dial tone that followed the phone call seemed to toll the final death knell for Chu Yuwei's career.

Her phone slipped from her hand, and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant as if she were dead.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in the restaurant of the Lin family villa, the atmosphere was peaceful and warm.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the dining table, illuminating the two bowls of steaming millet porridge.

Su Qingge peeled an egg gracefully while browsing the news on her tablet.

Looking at the shocking scandals and Chu Yuwei's before-and-after photos, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh softly.

"In this industry, everyone kicks someone when they're down."

"Yesterday he was releasing press releases boasting that he was the 'ceiling of pure desire,' and today he's been stripped bare, with nothing left to hide."

She looked up at Lin Zhou, who was engrossed in eating porridge across from her, her eyes filled with lingering fear.

"You know, if we didn't have this original photo, if public opinion had really been swayed by her..."

"The consequences are simply unimaginable."

At this point, she put down her chopsticks and stared at Lin Zhou's well-defined profile with some emotion.

"Fortunately, you didn't actually end up with her back then."

"Otherwise, if you were stuck with a woman who would do anything to climb the social ladder and then turn around and bite you in the end, your life would probably be ruined."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhou looked up from his bowl.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, glanced casually at the appalling photo of Chu Yuwei on the tablet, and a faint sneer appeared on his lips.

"Wife, you're wrong about that."

"It's not that I was lucky enough to escape her."

He stretched, his tone exuding a confidence and arrogance that seemed to emanate from his very bones.

"She's not lucky enough for me."

"We'll see."

Lin Zhou winked at Su Qingge, his roguish charm returning.

"If I had really been with her, would I be sitting here now, living off her so shamelessly?"

"This is fate. Even God thinks that only someone with such a top-tier status as Su Tianhou can afford to raise a precious 'salted fish' like me."

Su Qingge was amused by his unserious behavior.

She rolled her eyes at him, stuffed the peeled egg into his mouth, and shut him up from his continued banter.

"Just eat your eggs, stop talking so much."

"but……"

She paused, her gaze suddenly becoming somewhat profound.

"The speed at which Fengxing Studio leaked the information this time was too fast, it's almost like someone fed them food in advance."

"Lin Zhou, tell me the truth."

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Lin Zhou chewed on an egg, pretending to be clueless and speaking unclearly.

"What's wrong? What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"Maybe Zhuo Wei is also a fan of mine? After all, even paparazzi wouldn't dare to smear a handsome man like me."

Su Qingge looked at his shameless appearance, and although she still had doubts, she ultimately did not ask any further questions.

Everyone has secrets.

As long as this secret doesn't cause harm, let's leave some room for it.

Little did she know that this dual game involving "Qilin" and "Lin Zhou" had only just begun.