Chapter 183 - Was It Her Fault?
There was also a photo of Xing Jiuan. It was of the villa she had gone to for the variety show on her first day. She had raised her chin slightly and looked noble and arrogant.
The label beside it said, "So what if I'm bullying them?"
Later on, it went to explain that it was not that she was bullying the weak. Instead, she was helping them when she saw injustice and lost her temper.
Previously, a screenshot of Xing Jiuan bullying the weak had been sent. However, it now had an explanation labeling it. It was those people who had snatched a little kid's money, and Xing Jiuan had only helped get it back.
There were also comments from this entertainment blogger under his own Weibo post.
[I support Little Junior Sister. I'm indeed not wrong about my judgment.]
Xing Jiuan originally did not intend to explain everything so quickly. She still wanted to see what Huo Chulan was going to do next. However, Mu Qing was very fast. She could only smile helplessly.
She knew that her senior brother's heart ached for her.
As for Huo Chulan, Xing Jiuan still had other chances.
She did not want to hide anymore. She prepared to get someone to post some things about Huo Chulan.
She was the beautiful genius in everyone's eyes, a genius in design. Xing Jiuan shall ruin that title that she was so proud of.
Before Huo Chulan became famous, she had once stolen someone else's design.
The other party was from a humble family, but she was extremely gifted in design.
It was at a national competition. First, there was a selection from various regions. Huo Chulan's strongest opponent was that girl. Furthermore, the other party was more outstanding than she was.
Before she handed in her design drafts, she had stolen the other party's design drafts so that the other party would not have the chance to compete in that competition. Therefore, she successfully entered the finals. However, in the end, she was still suppressed by someone more outstanding.
As for that girl, all her months of hard work had been in vain. When she picked up the paintbrush again, she had lost her inspiration and could not draw a design that satisfied her.
Xing Jiuan had found out about this by chance in her previous life.
She had even seen that girl before too.
She seemed to have been worn down by life. She was in her early twenties, but just like Xing Jiuan, she had lost her high spirits.
Xing Jiuan suddenly stopped for a second before sending out the news.
No, now was not the time.
She still had to wait for an opportunity.
However, not retaliating was not in Xing Jiuan's character.
She frowned and thought about it. She was still thinking about what news she should post about when the people in the circle who hated Huo Chulan got fired up again.
This time, they had even brought in Lu Zhichen.
Huo Chulan's pursuit of Lu Zhichen could be said to be "earth-shattering." She was the daughter of a prestigious family. She did not care about her status or reputation and kept chasing after a man who had rejected her many times. It was a very unpleasant behavior.
If she were more real, perhaps everyone would feel sorry for her. Unfortunately, her perfection was too fake.
However, there were definitely people who still spoke up for Huo Chulan.
Be it the people from the wealthy circle or passersby, their hearts ached for Huo Chulan because she had been criticized so badly.
Was it her fault that she was accidentally swapped at birth?
Was it her fault that Xing Jiuan was being criticized?
Was it her fault that she liked someone?
Why were they bullying a girl like this?
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Huo Chulan looked at the trends on the Internet. It was completely different from what she had imagined. Furthermore, Xing Jiuan was too lucky.
It seemed like most people were on Xing Jiuan's side.
At this moment, Madam Huo gave her a final order.
[I know you can see this. For the last time, if you don't come back within an hour, don't ever use your identity as a member of the Huo family again.]
Huo Chulan bit her lips and did not reply.
"There's still a way. When I find him, you guys will beg me to return.
"Xing Jiuan, I want you to die. I must kill you."