The press conference. Lu Zeyan's carefully constructed redemption arc. The moment everything started falling apart. The leaked video and photo had destroyed his narrative. Her perfectly timed exit. The stock recovery had made her compensation legally binding.
The chaos, the reactions, the way the public narrative had flipped from "sympathetic CEO" to "cheating bastard" in under two hours.
"Wait, wait," Tank interrupted, setting down her spoon. "So he just gave you everything you asked for? A billion yuan and a villa? Just like that?"
"He didn't have a choice," Shuyin said, her smile turning sharp and satisfied. "Not if he wanted me beside him at that press conference. Not if he wanted me to defend him and Yueling publicly. It was transactional, my forgiveness in exchange for his compliance and his money."
"Smart," Blade said, raising her beer. "You got paid a billion yuan to act like you forgave him. That's not revenge, that's performance art."
