酷米客公交

Chapter 465 - 465: Scandal Brewing – An Muyao’s Intentions Part 2

He had never considered divorce or marrying Tao Sisi. After all, he had plenty of money; what was wrong with keeping a mistress outside?

However, now, his family might be destroyed because of his arrogance and indifference. He realized he was panicking.

“Alright, I’m leaving now. Boss, please don’t be angry. I’ll take Lele with me immediately!”

“Hurry up, don’t pack anything. Just pick up Lele and leave. Once you’re outside, I’ll send you the money.”

“Okay.”

Tao Sisi replied nervously, and after hanging up the phone, her expression remained calm. She sat on the carpet, still, and watched her daughter. She changed to a new phone and called a reporter from a newspaper with an anonymous number.

“Hello, I have a big scandal here involving a wealthy family. It’s explosive and sure to generate a lot of attention.”

“Do tell me, where?”

Tao Sisi provided an address and then removed the phone card, flushing it down the toilet.

An Zhici and An Mulin arrived at Tao Sisi’s residence. When they knocked on the door, they found a young girl inside, immediately understanding that she was the daughter of An Yaoqing and the mistress.

An Zhici and An Mulin were furious. They used strong tactics to demand that Tao Sisi and her daughter leave Jin City. Tao Sisi knelt on the ground, begging them for a way out.

Lele, remembering her mother’s words, burst into tears and rushed forward to push An Zhici and An Mulin, not allowing them to mistreat her mother.

“Bad people, you’re all bad people!”

“Wuwuwu, you’re bullying Lele and Mommy. You big bullies!”

“Get up, kid. No one is bullying your mother. I haven’t even touched her.” An Zhici’s face turned dark as he forcefully separated Lele from his leg.

“If you want to fight, then fight me. Lele is also your sister. She’s so young and doesn’t understand anything. If you have a problem, take it out on me, but don’t bully my daughter!”

Tao Sisi rushed forward, screaming, and picked up Lele, then stood on the balcony.

She looked on the verge of a breakdown, crying and pleading, “I beg you, let me and my daughter have a way out. If you really hate me so much, then I’ll end my life right now. I only ask that you treat my daughter well, after all, she shares the An family’s blood, and she’s your half-sister!”

“As long as you promise, I’ll jump from here right now, exchanging my life for my daughter’s chance to live a good life!”

A journalist, who had been called by Tao Sisi, saw this scene and immediately started live streaming it. He even paid to boost the viewership.

In no time, his live stream became popular, attracting countless viewers. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently at XX Apartments. There’s a woman holding a child and threatening to jump off the building. It is reported that this woman is a mistress maintained by a wealthy individual. However, now that the legitimate wife has found out, she has sent people to trouble the mistress…”

The audience watching the live stream immediately became interested upon hearing that it was a battle between a mistress and the legitimate wife of a wealthy family. After all, scandals involving wealthy families often garner more attention than celebrity rumors.

Many ordinary people were eager to witness the drama within wealthy families and take the moral high ground to criticize those involved.

“A mistress gets what she deserves. I’ve always despised women who become mistresses. Now that she’s been confronted by someone’s wife, she’s making a spectacle of herself. She deserves it!”

“Although I also look down on mistresses, shouldn’t the so-called wealthy individual also be criticized? Why not investigate who this mistress is?”

“This woman has no shame, wanting to jump off with her child. The child is innocent. If she wants to die, she should do it alone. Why involve her own daughter? She’s truly heartless!”

“There are more and more people gathering around the apartment. Isn’t anyone calling the police?”

“Why do I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before?”

The comments in the live chat were pouring in rapidly. The journalist, seeing the increasing popularity of his live stream, couldn’t help but feel grateful to the anonymous person who had called him.

Inside the apartment, An Zhici and An Mulin were still clueless about the live broadcast happening outside and the growing crowd.

Were they unaware that they had done something terribly wrong?

All they had asked for was for her to leave the country with her daughter, provided her with money, bought her a plane ticket, and asked her not to return to affect their family.

And now, she was on the balcony, holding her child, appearing as if she wanted to take her own life?