Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Xiaomeng became increasingly agitated, her eyes filled with intense despair, and she swayed precariously, her aura making everyone's hearts tighten.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in chaos, with comments flooding the screen:

"Oh no! Could she really be thinking of doing something drastic? The camera just panned across a rooftop!"

"Girl, please don't act impulsively!"

Xiaomeng smiled bitterly and continued to pour out her heart: "My mother brought me to school today to process my withdrawal. The whole thing has become a scandal, and many parents have been pressuring the school. Ultimately, the school decided to expel me. I haven't done anything wrong, so why is everyone targeting me and bullying me like this?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly stood up, supporting herself. The wind on the rooftop was strong, causing her thin body to sway from side to side, like a flower on the verge of withering, as if she would be swept away by the gale at any moment.

Viewers watching on screens were all on tenterhooks, urging others to dissuade them.

"Child, don't do anything foolish! Don't jump!"

"If you really leave, those who hurt you will not be punished at all; they will only have let themselves down!"

"We're all willing to believe you were wronged because you mustered the courage to tell us what happened! I just looked it up; there are many causes of that illness, it's not what everyone thinks at all..."

Shen Jingshu's expression was calm, and her voice, carried steadily through the screen to Xiaomeng's ears, had a soothing power: "Xiaomeng, stop and go back to a safe place. I've seen all the grievances you've suffered. Let me finish speaking; there's still a chance for things to turn around."

"What hope is there?" Xiaomeng shook her head, her voice filled with numbness and despair. "Even now, I don't understand where this illness came from. When I walk down the street, the eyes of others feel like needles pricking me, treating me like something to be avoided. I have brought shame to my mother and completely disappointed her."

"I can see that you are kind-hearted. This matter has never been your fault. I can help you clear your name." Shen Jingshu's voice was calm and powerful, trying to pull the girl back from the brink of disaster.

But Xiaomeng was already disheartened: "What's the use of clarifying things? I don't want to stay in this world anymore. There's nothing here worth my lingering."

"Think of your mother. She raised you single-handedly. How can you bear to let her suffer the pain of a parent outliving their child?"

When her mother was mentioned, Xiaomeng gave a bitter smile, her eyes filled with sorrow: "As long as I'm here, she'll have one more day of being pointed at and gossiped about. I'm just a burden and a stain on her reputation. Only when I'm gone can she live in peace."

Below the rooftop, a crowd of teachers and students who had rushed to the scene had already gathered, their voices a mixture of discussion and attempts to dissuade her. Liu Lan, who was in the office, was so frightened when she heard that her daughter was going to jump that she jumped up from her chair and ran with the dean of students to the rooftop.

Liu Lan stood not far away, her steps unsteady, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She was afraid of disturbing her daughter, yet tears streamed down her face. Behind her followed a group of teachers and students, and the principal was also rushing over.

"Xiaomeng! My child! Please don't do anything foolish!" Liu Lan cried out, her voice choked with remorse. "It was my fault. That slap was wrong. I know you've suffered a terrible injustice! Come down first. We won't withdraw you from school, and we won't go down the path of being expelled. I've already discussed it with the school. We'll transfer to another school, to a city where nobody knows us, and start our lives anew, okay?"

"Mom, I'm really tired." Xiaomeng's voice was light and airy as she leaned forward slightly. "I can't go on... I'm sorry."

Everyone present held their breath. Liu Lan was so frightened that she cried out. She tried to step forward, but then stopped abruptly, not daring to act rashly.

At this critical moment, Shen Jingshu spoke again, her voice clear and penetrating the wind to reach Xiaomeng's ears: "Xiaomeng, calm down and listen to me carefully. The reason you contracted this disease is not as bad as others speculate, nor is it your own fault. I can find the root cause and find the person who truly harmed you. If you leave now, your grievances will never be redressed."

On the rooftop, Shen Jingshu's words were clearly heard, not only by Xiaomeng, but also by Liu Lan, the dean of students, and a group of teachers and students who had rushed over.

Liu Lan was both startled and panicked, and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is speaking? Xiaomeng, who are you talking to?"

"It's a streamer I've been following; everyone calls her Master Shen. She said she could find out the real reason I got sick," Xiaomeng replied absentmindedly.

The female teacher next to them quickly took out her phone, found the live stream page, and everyone clicked to enter.

The dean of students was extremely anxious. A life was at stake; if Xiaomeng were to die, the school would be held accountable, and he would certainly lose his job. He hurriedly urged, "Master, please tell the truth quickly and persuade the child!"

Shen Jingshu said calmly, "Xiaomeng, hand the phone to your mother first. Liu Lan, listen carefully, the root of everything your daughter is going through lies with you."

"On me? How is that possible?" Liu Lan looked astonished.

"To be precise, it's your boyfriend."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Lan shuddered violently, her face turning deathly pale. Her eyes were filled with panic and regret as she murmured, "It was him...it was him!"

Her legs gave way, and she staggered forward half a step. Looking at her daughter in front of her, tears streamed down her face, and she cried out in anguish, "My child, I'm so sorry! I've made such a terrible mistake! In the end, the culprit who ruined your life is me!"

Xiaomeng was completely bewildered, her tense emotions in disarray. Confused, she asked her phone, "Host, what's going on? Please explain."

"This story begins six months ago," Shen Jingshu slowly revealed the hidden story. "Your mother raised you alone for many years. Six months ago, she met a man. He was very considerate to her, and the two gradually became a couple. She was worried that the exposure of their relationship would disturb your studies, so she made an agreement with him to keep it a secret for the time being, and to make their relationship public after you graduated from high school."

Shen Jingshu continued in detail: "You usually live at school, so only your mother is at home. Her boyfriend often comes over. That man is of bad character and carries germs. We didn't take any precautions when we were in contact with him."

A while ago, you came home from school on a weekend and found that the other person had recently left. He took a shower in your bathroom and realized he didn't have a towel, so he just grabbed one from the bathroom and used it. That towel just happened to be yours.

This unintentional contact allowed germs to quietly spread to you, eventually causing illness.

From beginning to end, you are completely innocent and have not done anything wrong in the slightest. You were simply implicated without cause.

The truth was revealed word by word, and silence fell over the rooftop.

Xiaomeng stood there in a daze, the extreme despair she had felt earlier slowly replaced by astonishment.

She never imagined that the root cause of all the criticism she faced and the near-death experience would be her mother's boyfriend.