A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Gu Qingshang took out another document from the evidence bag. The cover had Ye Xingyu's name printed on it. It was the confirmation letter for the 20 million yuan penalty for breach of contract.

The corner of the paper had turned yellow and rolled up, and her red handprint from back then was still on it.

Ye Xingyu's hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers curled up, and she tried to raise them several times but could only helplessly put them down again.

The live stream camera was very tactful, not zooming in on her face, but only capturing the last page of the contract.

Beneath the densely packed, unfair terms and conditions, the penalty for breach of contract was a staggering 20 million.

The chat in the live stream slowed down instantly.

Holy crap, that handprint looks awful.

How old was she when she put her fingerprint on the document? Xingyao really doesn't treat people like human beings!

[Twenty million... This isn't a contract, it's a dog leash around her neck! No wonder she always seems so depressed.]

Chen Lang handed over the original document.

"Notarized copies, scanned originals, and the ruling to terminate the contract have all been filed."

"This is your responsibility."

Ye Xingyu did not answer.

She stared intently at those few pages, her chest heaving violently.

Those announcements made at 3 a.m., the locked phone, the cold wind blowing all night from the mountaintop, the black car parked outside the restaurant of my friend's parents—all of these are contained in these few thin sheets of paper.

"Burn it."

She spoke, her voice hoarse and nasal.

Chen Lang took out a windproof lighter.

Gu Qingshang asked the staff to bring over a metal tray used for medical waste incineration. After confirming that there were no flammable materials around, he gestured for everyone to step back.

Chen Lang lit the fire, and the eerie blue flame licked at a corner of the contract.

The paper instantly curled up and turned yellow. The red handprint was the first to be engulfed by the flames, followed by the string of twenty million that had weighed on her for several years.

The firelight reflected in Ye Xingyu's eyes as pieces of black ash fell onto the tray.

No one joked in the live stream anymore; the atmosphere was unusually quiet.

Burn it, and never look back.

[A former fan apologizes on behalf of my past self. I used to take this oppression as evidence of your diva-like behavior, but now I realize what kind of life you lived.]

[Replacing Xiao Yunlong's fan badge with Chen Lang's today isn't about admiring strength; it's about finally knowing what kind of person to stand by.]

Xiao Yunlong leaned against the wall, staring at the pile of ashes with a sinister look in his eyes, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"What good will leaving Xingyao do?"

"Without resources or a company to back her up, who in the industry would dare to hire her?"

"You think burning a few pieces of paper will give her a way out?"

Chen Lang watched as the last spark went out before slowly putting away the lighter.

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing Xiao Yunlong through the rising smoke, his voice devoid of warmth.

"Which path she chooses is her own business."

"If there's no road, rest. If you want to go, change direction and start over."

"At least I won't have to kneel down and risk my life for you anymore, and it's not your place to put a price tag on her."

The chat room exploded with comments again.

Well said! Not kneeling is the greatest freedom!

[Xiao Yunlong's attitude is disgusting; he still thinks people can't live without him.]

[Lang Ge is so cool! He not only won the game tonight, but he also managed to carve out a way for the opponent to survive.]

[Former supporter of the dragon has completely turned against him. From today onwards, I will only accept facts and evidence, and will never whitewash capital.]

Ye Xingyu bit her lower lip tightly, and tears streamed down her face without warning.

She frantically raised her hand to wipe it away, but the more she wiped, the more it spread. In the end, she simply gave up, covered her face, and chuckled softly.

"That's all."

"Qingci, is really gone."

The curtain next to them was pulled open.

Shen Qingci walked out wearing a large tactical trench coat, with a white dressing on her shoulder.

She didn't say anything, walked over and reached out to hug Ye Xingyu.

Ye Xingyu gripped the back of her clothes tightly, bent her waist little by little, and rested her forehead on her shoulder, trembling silently.

The corridor was quiet, and no one urged her to look up.

Shen Qingci gently patted her back.

"go home."

"Starting tonight, you can choose where you want to go."

Ye Xingyu buried her head in her shoulder and nodded vigorously.

[Waaaaah, she can finally choose for herself!]

Chen Lang won the bet for her, Shen Qingci helped her burn away the past, Gu Qingshang used the law to block her escape route, and Su Niannian protected her. This group of people is really too good.

The officer in charge of the team's phone rang at that moment.

After he answered the phone and listened to the report, his expression instantly turned cold.

The next second, he turned around and blocked the exit of the medical passage.

"The outsourced operator has been caught."

"He has a pre-race call in his cloud backup, as well as a remote control authorization for Turn 9."

The police officer turned his head and stared straight at A Biao behind Xiao Yunlong.

"The authorization verification code was sent from your work phone."

Ah Biao's face turned pale instantly.

He suddenly took half a step back, his heel hitting the wall with a dull thud.

In the live stream, the comments that had just said Xingyao had a "capital firewall" were dug up and mocked verbatim.

[What the hell is this about the capital firewall? They're sending verification codes directly to trusted confidants' phones!]

[The outsourcing company went through so many layers, only to be taught a lesson by cloud backup.]

This is attempted murder! There's a cliff below Turn Nine; whoever set this up will have to go in and operate the sewing machine!

The officer closed his notebook.

Two police officers quickly stepped forward, one on each side, to control Xiao Yunlong and A Biao's movement.

"Mr. Xiao, you are suspected of disrupting the order of the event and ignoring the red flag command."

"Regarding the case of the man-made obstacle at Turn 9, please go back and cooperate with the investigation."

Xiao Yunlong leaned against the wall, his left leg immobilized by a brace, blood seeping through the gauze on his forehead, his laughter dry and unpleasant.

"A guide plate and a repair vehicle—do you really think that proves I arranged this?"

Gu Qingshang opened the evidence catalog.

"You can leave these questions to the police."

Xiao Yunlong glared fiercely at Gu Qingshang.

"Miss Gu, stop trying to intimidate me with your lawyer's tone."

"Chen Lang, you won beautifully, congratulations. But unfortunately, you were just lucky. The accident at Turn 9 had nothing to do with me."

The officer pressed down on his shoulder, reminding him to watch his words.

Su Niannian slammed the thermos down on the table, the bottom of the cup making a crisp sound.

"You still want to deny everything?"

"You're using human lives to set a trap. If the landing point had been even half a meter off, Shen Qingci and Chen Lang would be lying at the foot of the mountain right now. You think you can get away with it by saying there's insufficient evidence?"

Xu Yan had been huddled to the side without saying a word, but now her face was deathly pale, and she could barely hold onto the helmet.

"Young Master Xiao told me not to report the Red Flag."

She finally gritted her teeth and spoke, her voice not loud, but clearly audible in the quiet corridor.

Under Xiao Yunlong's murderous gaze, Xu Yan took a deep breath and decided to just give up.

"I reminded him three times that there was a recording function in the car."

He said he'd take responsibility if anything went wrong.

"I don't want to go to jail for you."

The moment those words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded with excitement.

The passenger in the front seat has finally turned against them!

[All three red flag warnings were recorded; is Xiao Yunlong still trying to play innocent?]

[Xu Yan did a great job! Preserve the evidence; don't let them threaten you with the contract!]

Gu Qingshang closed the folder.

"Ms. Xu, the police will arrange for evidence collection. Your communication records and car audio are key materials."

Xiao Yunlong angrily reached out to grab Xu Yan.

The officer immediately blocked the attack and forcefully pressed his arm down.

"Behave yourself!"

Xiao Yunlong was pushed forward and stumbled.

He stared intently at Chen Lang, his eyes filled with hostility.

"You think winning one game will change everything?"

Chen Lang found his appearance amusing.

"You still don't understand."

"I've never won any lousy games."

Chen Lang took a step forward, his gaze intensely intimidating.

"You used Ye Xingyu as a bargaining chip to send me and Qingci into Turn Nine."

"Now you've lost. The contract is burned, and the evidence is locked."

He glanced at the legal staff behind Xiao Yunlong, who were sweating profusely.

"You want to shift the blame to the outsourced team? Fine, every time you do, the police will investigate another financial chain of Xingyao. Let's see how many more people you can drag down with you."

Xiao Yunlong clenched his teeth, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"Stop pretending! I don't believe you can reveal your true colors!"

"I'll find the evidence, you don't need to rush me," Chen Lang said calmly.

The officer pulled out handcuffs, and the crisp sound of the metal buckles snapping shut echoed down the corridor.

Ah Biao completely panicked.

"Young Master Xiao! The lawyer has been contacted..."

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yunlong was forced to release his grip, and the expensive mechanical watch on his wrist hit the corner of the wall, cracking the dial with a spiderweb pattern.

As the police officers twisted his arms behind his back and dragged him out, he still turned back and yelled at Chen Lang in resentment.

"You're just lucky!"

"That beat-up car won't last much longer! Without Qin Feng and all that equipment, what are you anyway!"

Chen Lang glanced at the cracked watch face on his wrist and casually tossed out a remark.

"At least I won't entrust my life to a watch."

"I certainly won't leave it to luck."