CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129 SI MINGJING: QUICK, LEAN YOUR FACE IN, SMACK! 2

"A woman singled me out at Yunduan Club five days ago. I serviced her the whole night—nearly broke my back! And now she intends to stiff me, not pay up!"

"I just saw her walk in there! I have to drag her out. The total bill was thirty-two thousand, and I *must* get that money back!"

These words stunned the reporters! The amount of information in that statement was staggering.

Ordinary people might not know about the Yunduan Club, but media reporters were well aware that it housed many "male models," all kept by wealthy women. Those who frequented the Yunduan Club were mostly women—and wealthy ones at that. The main clientele consisted of rich women in their forties and fifties. The "male models" there all had good looks and great physiques, along with charming faces and attentive service... The effeminate man shouting at the door was particularly striking—exactly the type that rich women fancied.

The male model, blocked by two security guards at the entrance to the signing hall, continued to yell and scream like a fishwife, "What kind of woman are you, huh? If you don’t have money, don’t come soliciting services! I used every trick in the book to please you, and I consider my service first-rate, without a single fault. You get your fill, then disavow the bill, not even paying the service fee, and just walk away as if nothing happened! Do you even call yourself a woman?!"

His words weren’t directed at any particular lady, but they piqued everyone’s curiosity nonetheless.

Humans naturally love gossip, especially about female patrons!

The crowd looked around. Only Song’s mother remained seated, not looking around, because she knew exactly what was going on. This mudslinging was Song’s mother’s masterpiece!

For more than half a month after Song Pianlan’s death, Song’s mother had clutched Pianlan’s portrait, weeping every day.

Song’s mother was nearly sixty this year.

To lose a daughter at her age—it was a cruel, heaven-defying blow!

Song’s mother didn’t know who the killer was and could only blame Si Mingjing.

Yet Si Mingjing was basking in unlimited glory!

Si Mingjing was becoming the so-called "light of hope for cancer patients," while her own daughter, even in death, was reviled by all. Si Mingjing, however, was showered with praise. How could a mother, consumed by the pain of losing her child, tolerate such a thing?

I must make Si Mingjing’s reputation crumble to dust! Song’s mother thought, clenching her teeth.

Song’s mother had never considered Si Mingjing her granddaughter and felt no affection for her. But Pianlan was her own flesh and blood! For days, Song’s mother had been plotting, revenge for her daughter the only thing keeping her alive.

A mother consumed with thoughts of avenging her daughter knows no limits and is terrifying!

Song’s mother would stop at nothing to destroy Si Mingjing’s reputation.

Her only goal: to ruin Si Mingjing!

Song’s mother was a country woman with little education. She couldn’t conceive of sophisticated schemes, but she knew that slandering a woman was the most effective way to disgust people!

Back in her village days, Song’s mother had often seen how a widow who interacted even slightly more with a village bachelor would be drowned in a sea of saliva—condemned by vicious gossip!

Whether the widow and the bachelor were actually involved didn’t matter; rumors were the most frightening weapon.

Who cared about the truth?

Everyone loved to savor such juicy scandals, discussing them with relish as after-dinner entertainment!

This was precisely the effect Song’s mother sought. As long as that male model came in and pointed to Si Mingjing as the one who’d stiffed him, true or not, Si Mingjing would become the subject of netizens’ idle gossip.

Song’s mother could already imagine the netizens’ superior, contemptuous snickers, like two village women huddled together, secretly gossiping about which family’s daughter-in-law was indecent. From then on, the stain would be impossible to wash away!

Song’s mother was incredibly excited!

She felt she was on the verge of avenging Pianlan!

Once Si Mingjing’s reputation is destroyed, would the esteemed Crown Prince of the Ye Family still look her way?

The man her Pianlan couldn’t have, that little wretch Si Mingjing shouldn’t even dream of getting!

Charge! Rush in, you useless thing! You can’t even get past two security guards!

Every fighting cell in Song’s mother’s body was buzzing with excitement; she could barely contain the curses raging in her heart.

Finally, the male model broke through the barriers and stormed onto the scene.

Instantly, all the photographers aimed their cameras at him.

An excited reporter asked, "What’s your name? And who is this woman you mentioned, the one who freeloaded?"

The male model said angrily, "My real name isn’t important. At the Yunduan Club, my stage name is ’Super Stud.’ Just call me Super Stud."

Hearing this stage name, the reporters found it almost unbearable to look directly at him.

But that wasn’t the point. The point was: which lady present had freeloaded?

Every lady present was a person of status and position. No matter who it was, if this got out, it would be a massive scandal!

And what did a massive scandal represent? Traffic, darling! In this era where traffic is king, journalists who didn’t chase traffic lacked professional ethics!

The male model continued his indignant explanation, "It’s just too much! Our line of work might not be respectable, but we earn our living with real skills! Tell me, I put in the labor, so shouldn’t I get paid? Thirty-two thousand! Every cent of that thirty-two thousand is my blood, sweat, and tears! I sweated buckets to ensure the client’s satisfaction!"

So just say it already! Who is the woman who didn’t pay? Everyone was dying from the suspense. Who wants to hear about your ’process’? Don’t you know such details can’t get past the censors these days?!

The reporters were already pressing him, one after another:

"Can you point her out right now?!"

"Just point her out, and we’ll help you expose her!"

"That’s right! We in the media will back you up!"

Taking a deep breath, the male model, looking extremely aggrieved as if trying to calm himself, asked, "Really? You’re willing to help me get my hard-earned money back?"

"Yes! Now, quickly, who is it?!"

The male model’s confidence surged. His angry gaze swept across the signing event, finally landing on the stage.

Si Mingjing stood on the stage.

All eyes followed his, turning to Si Mingjing.

Could it be? The woman who freeloaded... was actually Si Mingjing?

Si Mingjing stood quietly on the stage, as composed as if Mount Tai were crumbling before her, a faint, knowing smile even gracing her lips.

Song’s mother sat below the stage, already so excited she was trembling slightly. Pianlan, do you see? Mom is about to avenge you!

But the next second, to her utter shock, the male model suddenly pointed at *her*, bellowing, "It’s her! The mother of the Song Group’s CEO! Her son owns such a huge company, yet she won’t even pay thirty-two thousand! This is outrageous!"

Song’s mother, utterly blindsided by this twist, was completely dumbfounded. Her vision darkened, and she nearly fainted.

"Nonsense! You’re spouting nonsense!" Song’s mother was on the verge of collapse, screaming, "It’s not me! It’s obviously Si Mingjing! Are you out of your mind? Why are you pointing at *me*?"