Huo Junfeng spoke rapidly and issued several instructions to his secretary.

“Do it immediately.”

Then he picked up his phone and began making calls.

After several calls—

the scandals about Xue Panpan exploded across all major online platforms almost simultaneously.

The first revelation was that she actually came from an ordinary family in a small town, yet had been deliberately marketing herself as a rich, privileged heiress. From the moment she debuted, she had relied on a wealthy patron to secure resources, which was how she managed to become one of the industry’s so-called rising stars.

The second was that she was nothing like the cheerful, polite, energetic “sunshine girl” image she promoted. In reality, she had a terrible temper.
Rumor had it that ever since her debut, her assistant had to put her shoes on for her. If her shoes got dirty outside, she would force her assistant to kneel in public and wipe them clean.
Even in heavy rain or hail, when her assistant held a large black umbrella that could easily shelter both of them, she would not allow the assistant to stand under it.
She had also lost her temper at staff members during events, once even splashing milk tea directly into a worker’s face.

The third revelation was that her financial backer was a married man—a shameless ingrate who had only become successful through the support of his wife’s family.

At first, Xue Panpan’s fans desperately tried to fight back and whitewash everything.

They repeated the usual fan-circle rhetoric:
Xue Panpan had never deliberately marketed herself as a rich heiress—those were just outsiders’ guesses and gossip accounts spreading rumors.
Assistants were paid to work, so it was only natural for them to do such things.
As for the milk tea incident, the staff member must also have been at fault, forcing Panpan to lose her temper.

The “sugar daddy” story was pure slander. And even if something like that really had happened, Panpan must have been deceived and unaware. With such upright values, she would never knowingly become a mistress.

But by that afternoon, Xue Panpan was taken away directly.

Her fans instantly fell silent.

Xue Panpan was arrested for organizing and participating in group drug use.

She was taken away in handcuffs.

When the official announcement with the blue background and white text was released, the evidence was irrefutable.

Once the authorities stepped in, Xue Panpan had no room to struggle at all. She was immediately labeled across the entire internet as a disgraced celebrity with a complete moral and legal collapse.

It was obvious that her life was over. She would never be able to create any waves again.

Next came Yao Hongtao.

This old man did own a company. In front of true elite families, he was nothing—but to many ordinary people, he was already an insurmountable mountain.

He frequently and enthusiastically participated in entertainment industry events, hunting for young female artists with no background or backing—women who, even if they were abused by him, could only swallow their humiliation in silence.

He was very smart. He knew exactly whom he could afford to offend and whom he could not.

That was why he had managed to operate this way for more than ten years without ever getting into trouble.

Someone like He Yanzi—already a top-tier star—had never originally been within his target range.

He knew that touching her would cause serious trouble.

But under repeated coaxing and encouragement, and with his lust overwhelming his judgment, he still made his move at that fashion gala.

Huo Junfeng looked at the evidence that had been gathered, his expression dark and terrifying.

Before the fashion gala began, Han Jingyun had proactively contacted Yao Hongtao and told him she would introduce him to a stunning beauty—more beautiful and more distinctive than any woman he had ever played with before.

When Yao Hongtao heard the name He Yanzi, he became hesitant.
He believed that someone who had risen to He Yanzi’s current status must have powerful backing that he could not afford to provoke.

It was Han Jingyun who hinted to him that He Yanzi’s sponsor had already grown tired of her and abandoned her.

Han Jingyun also promised that she would be the main person in charge of the gala.
She would help him drug He Yanzi and provide him with a short-acting drug that would not show up in blood tests.
She would also arrange for the relevant surveillance footage to be erased, ensuring that Yao Hongtao would leave no evidence behind.

In the end, she sent him several videos of He Yanzi without makeup and clips from public events.

Radiant, beautiful, and full of vitality.

Yao Hongtao agreed.

And that was how, at the fashion gala that night, he dared to openly harass He Yanzi—and even dared to drug her during the event itself.

Huo Junfeng thought back to that night.

He and Han Jingyun had been sitting in the car, watching from inside as He Yanzi was dragged and harassed by that despicable, shameless bastard Yao Hongtao outside—and was even slapped across the face in the end.

His heart ached as if it were convulsing.

His face was icy.

“Expose all the filthy things Yao Hongtao has done over the years. Report him. Hand all the evidence over to the police.”

The secretary replied quickly, “President Huo, it’s already being handled.”

Only then did Huo Junfeng turn his gaze to the name written in the file:

Han Jingyun.

Her again.

He had long known she was not a good person—because she had known very well that he was married, that his wife was He Yanzi, yet she still stayed involved with him.

From the very beginning between the two of them, she had stood naked in front of him, arms open, inviting him to admire her.

But he had made things clear to her from the start.

The only woman who would ever be his wife was He Yanzi.

They could have a relationship. They could play around as they pleased.
But she was not to develop any thoughts she should not have.

Han Jingyun had told him that she would never do something so high-risk.

Even while completely unclothed, she had calmly analyzed the situation in a clear and logical manner:

“If a woman as outstanding as I am wants to get married, there are plenty of high-quality men to choose from. There’s absolutely no need for me to take the most difficult path—a path destined to be cursed, to never hold my head up for the rest of my life. It would disgrace both myself and my family. The investment is far smaller than the return.”

What had Huo Junfeng’s reaction been at the time?

He had smiled and nodded, saying that she was exactly the type of cool-headed, rational woman he admired.

And then they had slept together.

From that moment on, it spiraled out of control.

Did she only start wanting to replace Yanzi later?

Or had she been deceiving him from the very beginning?

And he himself had been fooled so easily.

Was it that Han Jingyun’s lies were told too convincingly—

or that he simply did not want to look deeper, willingly deceiving himself and falling for them?

Huo Junfeng raised his hand and slapped himself without warning.

He used no restraint at all.

The blow split the corner of his mouth, drawing blood.

The secretary was startled and immediately lowered his head, pretending not to have seen anything.

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