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After listening, Lu Fan's surprise slowly faded, replaced by understanding and a sense of helpless weariness.

He shook his head, his tone calm: "Ms. Jiang, what Lin Weiwei told you is not true. I have never harassed her, and we rarely even speak alone. Those so-called evidences—chat logs, photos—were all fabricated by Xingyue to bring me down. It's a setup."

"Bureau?" Jiang Ying scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "Where's the evidence? What makes you think it's fake? Would a young woman risk her reputation to frame you? Who do you think you are?"

Lu Fan looked at her cheeks, which were slightly red from anger, and knew that she was emotional and wouldn't listen to any explanations.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Ying assumed he had tacitly agreed, and her anger intensified: "Speechless now? Feeling guilty? Let me tell you, Lu Fan, Weiwei has more than just chat logs!"

She said she also has CCTV footage of you sneaking into her hotel room! It's blurry, but the figure is definitely you! Also, she said that last time in the backstage dressing room, when no one was around, you tried to force yourself on her, and she scratched your wrist when she struggled. Take a look for yourself!

As she spoke, her sharp gaze swept over Lu Fan's wrist.

Lu Fan subconsciously touched his left wrist, where there was indeed an injury. But it wasn't Lin Weiwei who grabbed him; it was from when he fought with Wang Huajian.

They must have taken advantage of this to justify Lu Fan's "crime".

Furthermore, the hotel surveillance screenshots? The backstage dressing room? Feng Qianqian hadn't mentioned any of these details to him.

The "evidence" that Xingyue prepared was more "complete" and more sordid than he had expected.

"Miss Jiang," Lu Fan spoke again, his voice deeper than before, "I know absolutely nothing about what you're saying. I haven't been in Lin Weiwei's hotel room, much less done anything to her in the dressing room. As for the injury on your wrist..."

He raised his hands: "I do have an injury on my arm, but it wasn't Lin Weiwei who scratched me, it was Wang Huajian. Anyway, the process was a bit complicated."

"Do you think I'd believe that?" Jiang Ying retorted immediately. "The evidence is conclusive and you still want to argue? You're not even famous yet, and you've already done something like this. If you were famous, who knows how many people you would harm. It's because of scum like you that the entertainment industry has such a bad reputation."

Xingyue has already said that they will release more solid evidence during their live stream on Friday! Including those disgusting photos of you with different women! Weiwei said that some of the women in those photos were not there willingly; they were also deceived by you!

Photos of different women? And they weren't even consenting?

Lu Fan frowned deeply. Feng Qianqian only mentioned different women, but didn't say that those women weren't there voluntarily.

She was definitely holding back!

"Miss Jiang," Lu Fan looked at Jiang Ying with sincere eyes, "I know you won't believe anything I say now. But I can only say that all of this is fabricated. Xing Yue's goal is to completely destroy me."

Lin Weiwei… she was either forced into it, or she received enough benefits to cooperate with their act. If you truly care about her, you should advise her not to get involved in this mess; otherwise, when the truth comes out, she will be ruined.”

"Shut up!" Jiang Ying snapped, as if she'd been provoked. "Even now you still want to slander Weiwei? Still want to threaten her? Lu Fan, you disgust me! The truth? The truth is you, this beast in human form, deserve to be exposed and blacklisted! Friday night, I'll watch you go!"

Lu Fan knew that Jiang Ying wouldn't believe her.

He was silent for a few seconds, his gaze lingering on Jiang Ying's face for a moment, before suddenly changing the subject: "Miss Jiang, have you been sleeping poorly lately? You always feel like people around you are talking about you, or saying bad things about you?"

Jiang Ying was taken aback, not expecting him to suddenly say this, and instinctively retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"There's a very shallow horizontal line above your left eyebrow, in the 'Life Palace' position. This is called 'being haunted by a villain'," Lu Fan said calmly, as if stating a fact. "This villain is a woman, from a circle you know and trust. She could be a friend or a business partner."

Jiang Ying subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to touch her brow bone, but she forcibly restrained herself, her tone even harsher: "Stop playing tricks! Trying to change the subject, huh?"

"Also," Lu Fan continued, ignoring her interruption, "there's a bluish-black tinge on the right side of your nose, near the Illness Palace. It's not a serious illness, but you need to be especially careful about your diet or anything given to you by those around you for the next three days. You might experience stomach upset or allergies."

Jiang Ying felt uncomfortable under his gaze and felt even more that Lu Fan was being deliberately mysterious to cover up his guilty conscience.

"Shut up!" she raised her voice. "Lu Fan, let me tell you, this won't work on me! I'm here to warn you, stay away from Weiwei! Also, I'll be bringing my fans to the live stream on Friday."

I want to see how a liar like you, who bullies women, will be exposed in public and forced to leave this circle completely!

After she finished speaking, she glared at Lu Fan fiercely, her eyes filled with disgust and certainty, as if she had already decided that he was an incorrigible scoundrel.

Then, she turned and walked away, her high heels clicking crisply and resolutely on the floor tiles, her back straight, exuding an undeniable anger.

Lu Fan watched her figure disappear at the elevator entrance and did not try to call her back.

He stood there, sighed softly, and shook his head.

This actress is fiercely opposed to evil and has a straightforward personality, but she is also... too easily manipulated.

He won't listen to what I say.

He turned around, opened the door, and went inside.

I had just sat down on the sofa when my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Yu Tinglan: "The private investigator took some photos, about Feng Qianqian. I've sent the photos to your email. Also, Xiaoxiao just called me again, she's softened her stance, but she insists on ensuring her and her parents' safety."

Lu Fan opened his email; there were several photos inside. They were photos of Feng Qianqian meeting someone in a corner of a coffee shop.

The person had their back to the camera, so their face couldn't be seen, but judging from their clothes and build, it wasn't Wang Huajian or Liu Xiong.

Feng Qianqian's expression in the photo makes her look very nervous, even a little... scared.

Lu Fan zoomed in on one of the photos, stared at the figure's back for a few seconds, his eyes turning slightly cold.

Then, he picked up his phone and replied to Yu Tinglan's message:

"Photos received. Keep a close eye on Feng Qianqian. As for Xiaoxiao, promise her she'll be safe. Tell her to be ready by Friday."

After sending the message, he walked to the window and looked at the deepening night outside.

Friday night at 8 PM.

The various groups of people each had their own agendas.

The show is finally about to begin.