Chapter 1

A week after breaking up with my long-distance boyfriend, someone suddenly called me a mistress in a livestream.

At first, I didn't pay it any mind, thinking it was a hater sent by a rival.

Until she revealed my home address and personal information and confronted me face-to-face.

That's when I realized my roommate had undergone cosmetic surgery to look like me and was dating a domineering CEO...

During the evening livestream, I was connecting with fans as usual while doing makeup transformations.

Suddenly, a comment popped up.

"You mistress, seducing my husband, destroying my family, you won't die a good death!"

At first, I didn't pay it any mind, thinking it was a hater sent by a rival.

But she directly revealed my home address and personal information.

The comment section was full of suspicion.

"What's going on with the blogger? Did she really become a mistress?"

"Could it be a self-staged act?"

I was completely confused. Seeing a request to connect, I clicked agree.

The woman immediately flashed a bunch of photos.

In the pictures, a gentle-looking woman was arm-in-arm with a tall, handsome man.

They were behaving intimately, like a couple in the throes of love.

And the woman's face looked exactly like mine.

But the man in the photo? I had never even seen him before!

"Oh my God! Isn't that the billionaire CEO Lu Zhiyang? Blogger, you sure know how to pick men."

"This is a solid accusation; she willingly stooped to being a mistress, how shameless!"

"Shouldn't someone like this be banned? Can any Tom, Dick, and Harry be a blogger now?!"

The comment section was full of curses, and quite a few people went overboard.

Before I could explain, the livestream was closed by the admin.

I looked at my now-black screen phone in confusion.

Thinking back to the photos I just saw, it was undeniably my face, but I didn't know the man at all.

Who was spreading these slanderous rumors about me?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, recalling the name mentioned in the comments.

I immediately opened my computer to search, and soon a brief description popped up.

Lu Zhiyang, CEO of Lu Group, 30 years old, but the marital status section was blank.

I carefully examined his photo; the man in the picture had gentle features and striking eyes, able to rival any top celebrity.

If I had seen such a person once, I would never forget.

I pulled up screenshots from the livestream, zoomed in, and looked them over for an hour.

There wasn't a single trace of AI synthesis; what on earth was going on?

It was then that a fellow beauty blogger and dear friend called me.

"Ningning, quickly check your phone, you're trending for being scolded!"

I opened Weibo and the first thing I saw was:

#Unknown little blogger caught by the legitimate wife seducing a billionaire CEO and condemned as a mistress#

It came with my photos and ID, but the billionaire CEO was only identified as Lu Group.

My friend was indignant.

"How could they put your information out there openly, aren't they just egging everyone on to cyberbully you?"

The media hedged their bets; they didn't dare offend the CEO of Lu, so they took it out on me, a little blogger.

Soon, my comment section and private messages were flooded.

A relentless stream of abusive comments kept coming.

Very soon, I noticed something amiss, the background of the photo was a cafe, and the time was three days ago.

At that time I was on a plane, how could I have appeared in a cafe?

I packaged my itinerary and a video of the flight from that day and posted it online.

My friend volunteered to write a statement on my behalf.

The online sentiment began to shift, changing from accusations and curses against me to apologies and sympathy.

I thought that would be the end of it.

I threw myself back into work while my friend, feeling unwell, couldn't attend the brand invitation launch as planned.

She asked me to go in her place, and I happily agreed.

But when I arrived at the launch, the brand representatives whispered among themselves as they looked me over.

I approached them amicably to greet them, only to be met with uniform expressions of disdain and detachment.

I didn't mind it; as a little blogger, I was long used to the brand representatives' attitudes.

When it was my turn to go on stage and sign, a woman suddenly stood up in the audience.

She hurled printed chat records all over the venue.

"You vicious woman, destroying someone else's family, and you dare come to my husband's brand launch, get out of here!"

I frowned; wasn't this the same woman who connected with me during the livestream and falsely accused me of being a mistress?