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

Shen Jingshu's gaze was calm, her tone unwavering: "If you still don't believe me, don't you have a key to his house? Back then, to put your mind at ease, Lu Chuan gave you a spare key, right?"

"He's still at work; no one's home. Take a taxi there immediately, unlock the door, go straight to his study, and turn on the computer. What's hidden inside will give you all the answers."

These words struck Zhang Xue like a thunderbolt, jolting her out of her daze.

She stood up abruptly, her phone still connected to the live stream, staggered to the entrance, grabbed the key that Lu Chuan had personally given her, hurriedly pushed open the door, hailed a taxi, and rushed towards Lu Chuan's house.

The live stream remained connected throughout the entire journey.

Zhang Xue sat in the back seat, her hands icy cold and trembling, completely lost and disoriented.

She felt both fear and regret, and dared not think about it: if what the anchor said was true, then what had her Qianqian been fearing and enduring for the past five years? Just thinking about it made even breathing feel like a knife to her heart.

Shen Jingshu didn't say anything more, but simply watched the journey toward the truth through the camera lens.

Before long, the taxi drove into an upscale residential area in a bustling part of the city center.

After the security guard completed the registration, the car drove all the way to the building.

Zhang Xue got out of the car and looked up. The area was well-secured and elegantly situated, a luxurious location with considerable value. She gripped the bunch of keys in her hand so tightly that her fingertips almost dug into her flesh.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the door and, with trembling hands, inserted the key into the lock.

With a soft "click," the door opened.

What came into view was a large, single-level apartment of 200 square meters. The entire house was exquisitely and luxuriously decorated, with a sophisticated style, exuding wealth and grandeur, far better than her small and cramped home.

At this moment, Zhang Xue had no heart to appreciate any of this.

Her heart was in her throat as she slowly walked towards the study.

Lu Chuan had brought Zhang Xue here a few times before, so she knew the layout of the room very well. Without having to fumble around, she went straight to the study.

Her fingertips trembled. She took a deep breath and pushed open the study door.

The room was elegantly furnished with numerous bookshelves and a desk placed in the center, giving it a refined and respectable appearance, unlike any place that might be considered a den of iniquity.

But at this moment, in Zhang Xue's eyes, every corner exuded a chilling aura.

As the live stream camera moved forward, the hearts of viewers across the internet were also on edge, holding their breath as they waited for the truth to be revealed.

In the study, Zhang Xue pressed the power button with trembling hands, but the screen lit up, revealing the lock screen password interface.

She panicked instantly, standing there helplessly—Lu Chuan had never told her the password, and she had no idea where to start.

Just then, Shen Jingshu, on the other end of the camera, spoke in a cold tone and directly recited a string of numbers.

Enter these numbers.

Zhang Xue was skeptical, her fingertips trembling as she typed in each key.

Press the last digit, and the desktop will unlock instantly.

Guided step by step by Shen Jingshu, she delved into the depths of the disk and found a folder that was encrypted and deliberately hidden. With a click of the mouse, the folder opened.

The next second, the scene came into view, Zhang Xue's pupils shrank, and she froze on the spot, as if the blood in her body had frozen instantly.

It's full of videos and photos.

The man in the picture is Lu Chuan, her boyfriend of five years, who is gentle, considerate, and polite.

The girls in the video were all young and small, all under the age of eighteen.

Every video, every photograph, is filthy, disgusting, and outrageous.

The live stream room fell into a deathly silence, then instantly erupted in a torrent of fury.

As Zhang Xue stared at the screen, everything went black before her eyes, her hands and feet turned icy cold, and regret and despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She then realized that she had personally invited a wolf into her house, bringing a demon in human skin to her own daughter's side.

Looking at the appalling evidence on the computer, Zhang Xue's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Tears instantly streamed down her face.

She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming in despair. Looking up at the live stream, her voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with utter terror: "Host...is my daughter in...is Qianqian in there?"

"Yes, it's in the twenty-fourth folder."

As Shen Jingshu finished speaking, Zhang Xue's hand hovered above the mouse, trembling violently, her fingertips hesitant to touch it for a long time.

She had already seen through Lu Chuan's beastly nature, and the mere thought of her daughter suffering a terrible fate was enough to break her heart. She simply didn't have the courage to open that folder.

Seemingly sensing her fear, Shen Jingshu softened her voice slightly, reassuring her: "Don't worry, your daughter is very smart. She did everything she could to protect herself and wasn't violated by him. That folder is full of photos Lu Chuan secretly took."

"He took advantage of moving into your house to secretly install a hidden camera in Qianqian's room, took all the photos, and then used these photos to threaten Qianqian, demanding that she come to his house tonight. Qianqian has been distracted all day because of his threats and intimidation. She has asked you for help before, but you always chose to believe Lu Chuan, which has completely broken her heart."

"No matter how smart she is, she is still just a fifteen-year-old child. Lu Chuan threatened her at school with the photos. She was scared, desperate, and had nowhere to turn. She even had suicidal thoughts."

"No! No! Announcer, I beg you, please save my daughter! I know I was wrong, I was so wrong! I shouldn't have trusted her, I shouldn't have let the wolf into the house! Tell me where she is, I'll go find her right now!"

Zhang Xue completely broke down, kneeling on the study floor, crying uncontrollably in front of the camera, her face full of regret and panic, wishing she could fly to her daughter's side immediately.

Viewers in the live stream were also deeply concerned, with the chat filled with messages like "Find the child quickly" and "Don't let the girl do anything foolish," expressing their anxiety.

Just then, Shen Jingshu suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed on the camera, and spoke to the other side of the screen in a firm yet gentle tone: "Qianqian, I know you're watching this live stream right now."

"Your mother knows the whole truth and has seen Lu Chuan's true colors. It's not that she doesn't love you, she's just been blinded. Look how regretful and scared she is now. The person she cares about most has always been you. Don't do anything foolish. Don't give up on yourself. Call your mother back, okay?"

At that moment, on the edge of the rooftop of a tall building in the city, sat a thin girl with tears streaming down her face.

She gripped her phone tightly, watching her mother weeping in the live stream. A cold wind brushed her cheeks, her eyes filled with despair and struggle, her finger hovering over the call button, hesitant to press it.