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

"The whole situation actually developed far beyond your husband's initial expectations. He never intended to completely expose your personal information at first; he just casually posted a few videos of your daily life at home in a private, niche group as something to brag about. But the people in the group had mixed feelings, and many of them were malicious and jealous. Some people followed the clues in the videos and used online doxxing to dig up your name, phone number, WeChat, workplace, and all your private information, and then spread it around in the group. That's why we were met with a barrage of vulgar harassment and malicious mockery."

"How could this be? What group? I never knew he had a group chat like this!" Zhang Lili was filled with confusion and disbelief.

"He usually seems completely unguarded on his phone, but lately your own social media apps have been constantly harassed and unusable. You've also been using his phone to browse the internet, but you've found nothing. This is because his phone has a dual privacy system. The main system is completely clean and empty, while the real private chat apps and small group chats are all hidden in a separate, hidden clone system. You can't see any entry points on the main interface at all, and you wouldn't be able to find a trace of them if you just browsed through it normally."

"A dual system?" Zhang Lili's tone was full of doubt. "I didn't notice anything unusual from beginning to end. Could the anchor have miscalculated?"

"Whether I miscalculated or not, you'll find out for yourself when he gets home from his social engagements tonight. I'll send you the password to unlock the privacy clone system via private message later. Don't worry about the phone now, go to your master bedroom immediately."

"Bedroom? What could be wrong with the bedroom?" She was completely bewildered, but still grabbed her phone and quickly walked towards the master bedroom. The camera followed her perspective as it panned across the room: a simple custom-made wardrobe, a 1.8-meter double bed, matching bedside tables and a dressing table, and a huge wedding photo of the entire bridal chamber hanging directly on the wall opposite the bed. It looked warm and ordinary, with no signs of anything unusual.

"Go up to that wedding photo and carefully examine the bottom right corner of the frame," Shen Jingshu's voice came through the receiver, her tone grave. "There's a hidden pinhole camera there."

"Impossible... You mean, there's a hidden camera in our bedroom that's been used to film us?" Zhang Lili's voice trembled suddenly, a chill ran through her body, and she couldn't believe her ears.

"That's right. This is the source of the videos he used to film and post them in private groups to show off."

The live stream chat exploded with comments:

[My God! My partner installed a hidden camera in the bedroom to secretly film me! It's terrifying to think about!]

[This man is incredibly cunning; he uses two systems to hide a private group.]

[It started as a video to show off, but netizens dug up his information, and it backfired on his wife. He brought it all on himself.]

[This is terrifying! My husband, with whom I live every day, is harboring so many filthy thoughts behind my back.]

[Go check the back of the wedding photos! Shine a strong flashlight on them and the lens will reflect light; it's an easy way to spot it!]

[He knew everything from beginning to end, and he just went along with the police report, pretending to be innocent the whole time. His acting was superb.]

Zhang Lili still harbors a huge sense of disbelief. Five years of being together day and night and three years of marital bliss made her instinctively resist this cruel truth.

But Shen Jingshu's tone was firm, and every detail accurately hit the nail on the head, leaving her no choice but to stop deceiving herself. Her hands and feet stiffened slightly as she gripped her phone tightly and slowly walked step by step toward the giant wedding photo facing the bed.

The room was softly lit, and the couple looked sweetly cuddled together in their wedding photos. But to her, it all felt like a cruel irony.

She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and first tentatively touched the smooth edge of the picture frame, her gaze fixed on the lower right corner that Shen Jingshu had mentioned. At first glance, it looked ordinary, no different from any other ordinary picture frame decoration.

She remembered someone in the live stream chat reminding her to use her phone's flashlight, so she immediately turned on the flashlight function and turned to the side to shine the beam at an angle on the lower right corner of the photo frame.

A tiny, cold glint of light suddenly pierced my eyes.

There was a tiny round hole there that was almost completely blended into the background color of the frame. Without careful examination and lighting, it would be difficult to notice in a lifetime.

"There really is something..." Zhang Lili's voice trembled uncontrollably. A chill ran from her feet to her head, as if her blood had frozen instantly. Her throat tightened, and she could barely breathe. "There really is a camera lens... right behind the wedding photos..."

The live stream chat was completely flooded with excited comments.

[Help! We've really found it! It's terrifying!]

[He claims to deeply love his wife, but secretly installs a camera in the bedroom to film her and then boasts about it in a group chat. What an absolute scumbag!]

[He even accompanied the female lead to the police station and comforted her; he was acting the whole time. His mental fortitude is terrifying.]

[At first, it was just his vanity leading him to show off, but eventually his privacy was exposed online, and his wife suffered all the consequences of the harassment.]

[Once we get the dual-system password tonight and check his hidden group chats, all the evidence will be irrefutable.]

Shen Jingshu listened quietly to her tearful voice, her tone calm and unwavering: "Now you understand? From secretly filming videos and posting them in private groups, to others using the clues from the videos to dox you and uncover all your information, the root of all the harassment was your husband's shameless vanity. He only wanted to secretly film videos to satisfy his filthy desire to show off in public, never expecting things to escalate to the point where his information was exposed online and you were subjected to endless vulgar harassment. After things got out of hand, he knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to tell the truth, so he could only pretend to be innocent and accompany you to the police station, playing the role of a loving husband who cares for his wife."

"Then... what should I do next?" Zhang Lili's eyes were red-rimmed, and the grievances, heartache, and anger that had been suppressed for so long surged up all at once. Her voice was trembling with sobs. "Can you send me the password to that hidden system now?"

"How could he do such a thing..."

A chill crept into her bones and into her heart. Countless everyday moments from the past three years flashed uncontrollably through Zhang Lili's mind: changing clothes late at night, walking around in thin loungewear after a shower, the most intimate and tender moments between husband and wife... It turned out that these private scenes that she thought belonged only to the two of them had long been captured by the camera hidden behind the wedding photos.

Shen Jingshu's voice came through the receiver: "He only films you alone each time. Most of the footage is of you changing clothes or wearing revealing clothes after a bath, and some are private videos of you and your husband. He always makes sure to avoid being in the shot, either by heavily blurring his own image or by using a thick mosaic to only capture your image. He knows exactly where the camera is and always manages to stay out of the frame."

"Why...why did he have to film these? I'm his wife!" Zhang Lili's voice was hoarse, suppressing overwhelming grief and indignation.

"In the end, it's nothing more than men's twisted vanity and morbid curiosity." Shen Jingshu calmly revealed the truth. "In that niche group, a bunch of men used posting private videos of their partners and commenting on women's figures and appearances as topics of comparison and amusement. For the past three years, he would every now and then post a few clips in the group to show off, satisfying his pathetic sense of superiority among a group of like-minded people by exposing your privacy. I won't go into the specific filthy and vulgar conversations, you'll understand when you see the chat history in the group later."