“President Ji, I never imagined you’d act so impulsively one day.” Ji Yunchen’s longtime rival brought it up during a business negotiation. “Honestly, with your wealth and power, you could have any woman you want. Why are you so fixated on this one?”
Ji Yunchen looked up from the documents, his dark eyes icy. “Do you still want this deal or not?”
His tone was deadly serious—no trace of humor.
Realizing this, the rival’s smile vanished. Though inwardly shocked, he didn’t mention Ye Shaohua again.
After the contract was signed, the rival’s first move wasn’t to begin work—it was to investigate the woman in question.
…
Time flew, and the day of the livestream drew closer. The online attacks against Ye Shaohua intensified.
Detractors dug up her background: her single-parent upbringing, with some cruelly commenting, No wonder she grew up fatherless. Others even uncovered her mother’s hospital records and medical expenses—hundreds of thousands, far beyond what someone from Ye Shaohua’s financial situation could afford, let alone an unemployed college student.
Ye Shaohua’s dormmate (referred to as Dorm Leader) didn’t know if Ye had a plan, but she posted a long defense in the comments:
“I’m Ye Shaohua’s roommate. To those judging without knowing the truth—stop projecting your biases.
Shaohua has been working multiple part-time jobs since freshman year. She stopped taking money from her family and even sent earnings back home. I’ve never met someone so relentless—her wardrobe has barely changed in four years. Just 2-3 outfits per season.Her mom fell ill two months ago. I knew she worked hard, but not this hard. On top of her internship, she took shifts at restaurants, bubble tea shops, and fast-food joints. She slept less than 2 hours a day that month.
She wasn’t doing it for vanity. She once told me, ‘My mom’s all I have left.’ So before you stab at her wounds with your malice—think.
She didn’t choose to grow up in a single-parent home.
Every detail I’ve shared can be verified—her workplaces, our classmates.
As for the 200k? Two weeks ago, she recommended three stocks to me (proof on my social media). My initial 5k investment became 20k in 14 days.
Last week, her investment proposal was stolen by a major firm. She was set to get promoted—until her work was hijacked. She quit without a word.
I’m not asking for pity. I’m saying: Her pride runs bone-deep.
If you can’t do what she’s done—don’t assume she can’t either.”
The post went viral. Evidence backed every claim—Ye Shaohua’s part-time jobs, her minor online fame from customers who visited shops just to see her.
Some netizens began reconsidering. Others sneered: “Making hundreds of thousands in weeks? What is she, the Stock Market God? LOL.”
Among the readers was Liu Yizhou, closely following the drama. When he heard Ye Shaohua planned a livestream, he frowned. She’s being reckless. He was about to call her—until he saw Fenghua Group’s public endorsement.
Since when was she connected to them?
“Go to her university,” Liu Yizhou told his assistant, knowing he couldn’t meet her amid the scandal. “Tell her to cancel the livestream. I’ll send her to the U.S. She can return in a few years or stay abroad—either way, this mess won’t follow her. It’ll also keep her relatives off her back.”
He assumed the backlash would fade in months. Who’ll remember Ye Shaohua by then?
The assistant hesitated.
“What?” Liu Yizhou asked.
Wordlessly, the assistant handed him his phone—displaying Dorm Leader’s post.
Liu Yizhou read it. And froze.
He’d always assumed Ye Shaohua, like his past flings, had grown money-hungry. Asking for 200k straight up. He’d ignored her use of the word “borrow.”
Her constant talk of money had annoyed him. So vulgar.
But now—
The 200k was for this? She’d meant it as a loan.
She’d never once mentioned her family’s struggles. Even at her lowest, she’d suffered silently. How had she stood before him and asked to borrow 200k?
Liu Yizhou remembered that night—his mocking smirk. He wanted to slap himself.
Why didn’t I ever ask?
I pursued her first. She never knew about Zhao Yijun. Her ideals about love were a joke to me.
And now she’s being torn apart—because of me.
…
10:00 PM. The livestream began.
The moment the screen lit up, trolls rushed to type insults—only to stop mid-sentence.
This wasn’t Ye Shaohua tearfully apologizing.
It was an internationally renowned financial broadcast.
The host beamed. “We’re honored to have Ms. Ye here. Our editor nearly fainted from excitement! Now—Ms. Ye, how do you feel about investors dubbing you the ‘Stock Market God’?”
The audience’s jaws dropped.
