CHAPTER 26: LETTING YOU LOSE EVERYTHING

Just like that, Jing Shu inexplicably became popular, and so did Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing. Jing Shu’s streaming name was Little Jingjing, and her fans all called her ’My Sister Jing.’ My Sister Jing wasn’t much of a talker, but she became known for washing vegetables—because that was all she did on her stream.

Jing Shu’s live streaming room had reached a colossal 2,000,000 viewers, consisting partly of bot followers, partly of onlookers drawn by the bots, and partly of pregnant women.

What?!

Ever since pregnant women suffering from morning sickness tried Jing Shu’s pickles and regained their appetites, expectant parents flocked to her channel. They sought good pregnancy vibes, and the phrase ’catch the good pregnancy luck’ made hopeful moms rush to stock up on pickles—a little for enjoyment, after all.

Somehow, ’catch the good pregnancy luck’ began to replace the flame wars with the bot accounts. Even with hundreds of thousands of bots, these words instantly overwhelmed them. One could only say that the masses were too awesome.

Not only did Zhu Zhengqi fail to achieve his aim, but he also inadvertently made Jing Shu famous. What did he think about that? Oh, he probably doesn’t have time to share his thoughts lately... Jing Shu mused.

Once all the vegetables were pickled and the end of the month arrived, various matters piled up at Jing Shu’s house. Mr. Jing (her father), as expected, was summoned to a board meeting regarding the tempered glass incident. He was given two choices: 1. Reimburse the anticipated profit from the government sale, an estimated 190,000, an amount that itself was higher than the original cost price; or 2. Sell his shares and leave.

The company can clear out stock that’s been in inventory for over a year at cost. Wang Zhong is forcing me to sell my shares; he’s wanted me out for a long time. I see through these people now—Wang Zhong, Chen Yong, Xie Wumao, very well!

Mr. Jing (her father) sold his shares for 700,000 and left the company he had been with for over twenty years. That night, feeling gloomy, he had a farewell dinner with Captain Chen and a few other good acquaintances. After saying his goodbyes, he had a moving company transport all the miscellaneous items and clothing from his two-bedroom city apartment to the villa the next day.

As of December 1st, that apartment would belong to Yu Caini.

Jing Shu was also invited to testify in court—oh, it was for Sun Yinrui’s case. His wife Yang Yunyun, Sun Zijian, and Sun Zijian’s girlfriend Xiao Cao were all present.

As a witness for Heng Jin, Jing Shu swore an oath not to give false testimony and proceeded to reaffirm that every word she stated was true.

Sun Yinrui, looking haggard with a white stubble, listened with his mouth agape as Jing Shu gave her testimony. It was as if the events in his mind were finally connecting. He yelled hoarsely, "It was you! It was you! If you did all this, then everything makes sense!"

Sun Yinrui, his face animated with emotion, pointed at Jing Shu and fiercely asked, "Why! Why did you have to hurt me!"

Jing Shu smiled as she looked at Sun Yinrui. How delightful. I love this feeling. See how shocked and hateful Sun Yinrui is now that he’s found out it was me. That’s just right; the more he hates, the better.

Though Sun Yinrui looks a decade older from the mental and physical torment of recent days, it isn’t enough, nowhere near enough! Your whole family will get what’s coming to them, and I will be the one to deliver it.

"Order!"

Two police officers restrained Sun Yinrui, whose eyes were bloodshot.

The judge again questioned Jing Shu about the content of the previous recording. Surprisingly, Sun Zijian’s girlfriend, Xiao Cao, admitted that those were her words. She confessed that Hengjing had bribed her to slander Sun Yinrui and that she now wished to prove his innocence.

The Hengjing contingent played the original, unedited audio recording from that day, along with Jing Shu’s video, immediately accusing Xiao Cao of perjury. The penalty for perjury was equivalent to that of the crime itself. Xiao Cao’s face turned deathly pale, and she began to weep, confessing she had been bribed.

「On the other side.」

Sun Zijian met his father’s murderous gaze and felt incredibly guilty. When did I ever say such things to Jing Shu? Ah, my memory really is getting worse. Could it be that I remembered it wrong, that it wasn’t Xiao Cao I boasted to, but Jing Shu? I’m doomed! I wish the heavens would just arrest my father; otherwise, I’m sure to be beaten to death!

With the articles and testimony Jing Shu had provided earlier, Heng Jin’s preparation was even more thorough. Piece by piece, solid evidence exposed all the crimes and corruption Sun Yinrui had committed over the years. The final blow was the accusation of Sun Yinrui’s marital infidelity, substantiated by hotel registration information for a room he shared with Su Meimei and their WeChat records.

Although adultery isn’t a crime by law, Sun Yinrui’s wife charged at him on the spot, pummelling him and demanding a divorce. Considering Yang Yunyun’s excessive emotions, the court adjourned.

Sun Yinrui was taken into custody directly, awaiting the next hearing, where he would likely be convicted. Heng Jin would also disseminate the outcome of today’s hearing online. Who knew what kind of storm it would stir up.

Step two: Not only demolish Sun Yinrui’s reputation but also leave him with nothing. Especially in the post-apocalypse, having the label of a criminal will be like a nightmare...

Meanwhile, Sun Yinrui’s wife, Yang Yunyun, dragged Sun Zijian into the car and rushed off to confront Su Meimei—or so Jing Shu guessed. Judging by her ferocious look, she’s most likely going to settle scores.

Although the idea was tantalizing, Jing Shu decided not to follow them. What if I end up being beaten by those emotional people?

"Pleasure working with you! It seems their family really offended you badly. And that mistress of his, isn’t she your relative? TSK TSK, one really can’t afford to offend women," Heng Jin remarked, in a good mood.

"Pleasure working with you." Jing Shu, also in a good mood, didn’t retort for once. She seriously sized up the young man who didn’t quite fit the image of a typical young master. His looks were ordinary but still presentable; however, his forbearance and patience were far more outstanding.

I just wonder how such a person will fare in the post-apocalypse.

As for reminding people to collect supplies, that simple-minded act, ha.

「...」

Back at the villa, she started her daily live broadcast. Zhu Zhengqi was too preoccupied to manage his own affairs, let alone his online army. The instigators of the comment-section wars were also gone. Only the viewers who genuinely enjoyed watching Jing Shu and Grandma Jing prepare food remained. Thankfully, there were still about 100,000 of them, a respectable number even among streamers with millions of viewers.

Today, they were making braised chicken eggs and quail eggs, and pickling salted duck eggs.

The chickens and ducks from her space laid an excessive number of eggs, so it was time to process them. By the time Jing Shu returned, Grandma Jing and Mr. Jing (grandfather) had already started the live stream, washed the eggs, and finished pickling the duck eggs. The presence of Jing Shu, the streamer, hardly mattered at this point.

"Oh my, Sister Jing is here! The eggs are all washed. What else can you do?"

All that remained was to boil the chicken and quail eggs. In the boiler room, Mr. Jing (grandfather) and Grandma Jing were at the two stoves, preparing the braising liquid and explaining the process to the viewers.

So, Jing Shu was in charge of peeling eggs.

Jing Shu secretly swapped a batch of boiled eggs from the bottom of the pot with eggs from her space, which she peeled instantly using her consciousness. On camera, she would then casually take an egg from the bottom, tap it a few times, and peel it with ease before tossing it into the pot to be braised. This method was incredibly fast.

It took the entire day to braise all the eggs and let them cool. Jing Shu vacuum-packed them in portions of one chicken egg and three quail eggs. This allowed for long-term storage and made them convenient to eat in the apocalypse—just open an individual pack, no shell-peeling required.

A package of 15 portions (each portion containing one chicken egg and three quail eggs) sold for 998 yuan. The braised eggs were a hit with the viewers, and dozens of packages were sold. Jing Shu had Mr. Jing (her father) mail these packages out daily. This gave him more to do, keeping him busy and preventing him from quarreling with Mr. Jing (her grandfather) at home all day.