In the internet age, the speed at which information multiplies and explodes is always both astonishing and unsettling.

In just one short night, Ming Yue’s obscure name was exposed and forcibly thrust into the ears and eyes of countless Ningcheng residents.

Of course, it wasn’t a good reputation—she was branded a sinner condemned by thousands and a rebellious daughter despised by ten thousand.

Whenever her name was mentioned, didn’t every man and woman in Ningcheng spit in disgust?

And whenever she was mentioned, didn’t young and old alike wear expressions of utter loathing?

A little while later, Ming Yue’s identity was also revealed, along with her connections to Ming Shuo and the Huiqing Group, and suddenly Ming Shuo and the Huiqing Group were plastered all over the internet as well.

For a time, all sorts of harsh words flew like knives and swords straight at Ming Yue.

Keyboard warriors from all walks of life couldn’t help but feel they were acting on behalf of heaven itself, ready to slap this rebellious, wicked daughter right dead.

What’s more, various seemingly casual yet actually deliberate comments began attacking every aspect of Ming Yue.

For example, that she had an eccentric, unruly personality.

That she was born with a lowly fate, destined to bring misfortune to her father, mother, and relatives.

That she was overbearing and brutal, bullying the weak and behaving inhumanely.

That she was seductive and base, always luring men.

That her face was fake and her heart was black…

All these accusations were so extreme that it was almost as if Ming Yue were a demon or monster, possessing some kind of evil sorcery to swindle and harm people.

Even more, self-proclaimed “chivalrous” do-gooders rushed to voice their opinions: “Don’t you dare let me run into this heartless piece of trash—otherwise I’ll give her a couple of slaps just to taste what it’s like!”

“This brat who would even strike her own father doesn’t deserve to live; she’d be better off dying early and being reborn. If I ever meet her, I’ll make sure to see her off for good!”

“I’ve never seen such a rebellious daughter—who could possibly lay a hand on her own father? As the saying goes, ‘There are no perfect parents in this world’—no matter what, you can’t hit your own dad!”

“Agreed! Besides, Mr. Ming looks like a refined, cultured person. This girl is just too uncivilized, too violent and bloody—could she have a tendency toward violence? We must quickly rid the public of this menace!”

Ming Yue lay lazily on Liu Jia’s fluffy, soft bed, completely ignoring the barrage of messages and call records flooding her WeChat and phone. Instead, she patiently scrolled through all the posts attacking, insulting, and cursing her. A faint smile played on her lips, showing not the slightest sign of anger.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk—after living so many years, I never imagined that I, Ming Yue, could possess such divine power: just by moving my eyes, I can lure any man in the world, and without doing a thing, I can destroy everything under heaven! Amazing, amazing!”

Ming Yue stroked her chin, muttering to herself.

“And what’s the name of that president over there who’s currently at war? Why don’t you consider coming over right away to kneel before me and kowtow a few times? Who knows—maybe I’ll be in such a good mood that I won’t even have to do anything to help you annihilate all your enemies!”

After joking around like that, Ming Yue continued lying there, scrolling through the messages.

One after another, the screen filled up with nothing but calls to condemn her or threats to beat her to death and curse her until she died—but she remained utterly unmoved, even finding it strangely entertaining.

Finally, after skimming through most of the content, she sat up, stretched lazily, put on her shoes, and walked out the door.

On the first floor, neither Ming Shuo nor Liu Qinxin was in the living room.

Housekeeper Zhao was also nowhere to be found—whether she’d gone off to hide or to do something else, nobody knew.

But Ma Fengying was there, her face dark with anger, waiting for her.

To Ma Fengying’s left stood a middle-aged woman with a smug, glee-filled expression. She was plump, missing a few front teeth, and whether she spoke or laughed, every word she said leaked saliva and sprayed droplets everywhere. It was Ming Xia—the very woman who was Ming Yue’s maternal aunt.

As soon as she caught sight of Ming Yue, Ming Xia broke into a gleeful grin. She was thoroughly proud of her own feat, of her own cleverness.

“That silly girl, Ming Yue—she probably still has no idea what’s happened, let alone that last night she secretly hid in a corner and took those few incriminating photos that could totally ruin her! This time, we’ll really finish her off! Let’s see how she can stay in this house, how she can stay in Ningcheng now!”

To Ma Fengying’s right stood Liu Jia.

Unlike last night, when she’d been sobbing and looking so aggrieved, today Liu Jia had put on a beautiful, delicate makeup look, her lips slightly curved upward, giving her a cheerful, upbeat appearance.

Seeing how carefree and oblivious Ming Yue still was, Liu Jia felt secretly delighted: “Ming Yue, you shameless wretch—you brought this all on yourself, so don’t blame me!

Who asked you to mess with me?

And who told you, you worthless slut, that you absolutely had to come back and compete with me for Brother Qiancheng?”

End of Chapter 10: Kicked Out of the House