She Died Once

Chapter 2：This video... Is it real?

As we all know, videos can't be faked. Who has the skill to edit a seamless 15-minute clip and rearrange everything convincingly?

So, Sang Siuh Wan didn’t force Lin Yiying to climb the ranks using her looks? She even offended the Prince of Mo for Lin Yiying’s sake?

As time passed, more and more people saw the video. The discussion heated up, and soon, Lin Yiying’s comment section was engulfed in flames.

The fans, who had been cursing Sang Siuh Wan just moments ago, fell into an eerie silence. For fifteen long minutes, Lin Yiying’s comment section remained unnaturally still.

[This has to be fake! Our goddess has always said she couldn’t stand that seductress Sang Siuh Wan, who kept introducing her to all sorts of people. Besides, didn’t the authoritative media already confirm her words?]

[I unconditionally believe in my goddess! Even if the video is real, it just means Sang Siuh Wan had a guilty conscience. Maybe she was using my goddess for her own benefit!]

[Sang Yu is so despicable! She’s just as bad as that dead Sang Siuhyeon! She couldn’t stand seeing my goddess rise to fame after she left them, so she waited until today to disgust us all!]

Lin Yiying’s fans went into a frenzy, lashing out at Sang Siuhyeon and Sang Yu Studio. Some extreme fans even flooded Sang Yu Studio’s official website with insults, posting images of Sang Siuhyeon as their last declaration of war.

Wen Han scrolled through the toxic comments, his fingers idly tapping the table. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel anger. Instead, he found their ignorance amusing.

"The timing is just right. Release the second video."

Following his command, Sang Yu Studio uploaded the second video immediately.

The video opened with the large, bold letters: Mo Entertainment Company.

The screen then cut to the lavish interior of Mo Snapdragon’s office. He lounged on a leather sofa, legs crossed, looking at Lin Yiying with a mocking glint in his eyes. She stood before him, head bowed in submission.

"So, you’ve finally decided to play along?" He chuckled, extending a single finger to beckon her forward.

Lin Yiying hesitated only briefly before stepping toward him. Without pause, she knelt, her trembling fingers reaching for his belt buckle. A soft "click" echoed in the office as she inhaled sharply, her body stiffening before she slowly leaned in.

Mo Snapdragon watched in satisfaction as she struggled to swallow her humiliation. With a smirk, he pressed her head down, ignoring her muffled protests and weak resistance. He only let go when she was on the verge of passing out.

Lin Yiying coughed violently, gasping for breath. Before she could recover, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Good job." His tone was casual, as if praising an obedient pet. "If you continue to listen, I promise you’ll rise to the top."

Lin Yiying fought down her nausea, forcing a sweet smile as she leaned into his embrace.

"I will always obey Mo Shao. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it."

Mo Snapdragon nodded approvingly. "There’s plenty you can do, but for now, I have just one task for you—ruin Sang Siuh Wan."

Lin Yiying flinched. A fleeting trace of guilt crossed her face. She owed Sang Siuh Wan everything—her guidance, her kindness, her unwavering support after that dreadful day. But before she could dwell on it, Mo Snapdragon’s expression turned cold. Without warning, he kicked her in the stomach.

Pain flared through her abdomen, but Lin Yiying bit her lip, swallowing the cry that threatened to escape. She knew better than to make a sound. Mo Snapdragon despised weak women who sobbed at the slightest provocation.

Shaking, she crawled back to his feet, her expression docile. He smiled in satisfaction.

"Drop the act," he sneered. "If you want to be a w***e, don’t pretend to be pure. You have no choice in this. If you disobey me, I have a hundred ways to make you disappear without a trace."

Lin Yiying trembled. He wasn’t bluffing.

Sang Siuh Wan was a good person, but she was in the way. Lin Yiying had to survive.

That night, after their transaction, Lin Yiying left Sang Yu Studio. Mo Snapdragon kept his promise—he signed her into Mo Entertainment and handed her the best resources the industry could offer.

On the day she gained widespread fame, she posted a statement that shook the entertainment industry:

[Finally free from the darkness and pain, I am reporting my former agency—Sang Yu Studio. They are corrupt to the core! Especially their leader, Sang Siuh Wan, a ruthless businesswoman who exploits innocent artists! She forced me into all kinds of shady deals, making me sign unfair contracts that sold my dignity! If it weren’t for the kindhearted Mo Shao, who saved me from that nightmare, I wouldn’t be the clean and respectable actress you see today! Please, let’s expose the ugly truth of Sang Yu Studio together and restore purity to the entertainment industry!]

Her accusations, combined with Mo Snapdragon’s behind-the-scenes manipulation, ignited a storm of public outrage. Overnight, Sang Yu Studio became the target of intense scrutiny.

Hate messages poured in. Furious fans even tracked down the studio’s location. When Sang Siuh Wan stepped outside, she was met with buckets of red paint thrown at her.

The video ended with that moment—Sang Siuh Wan, drenched in red, surrounded by cursing fans. She looked up at the cold winter sky, her expression unreadable. Then, without warning, she collapsed.

The twenty-minute video was explicit. Due to its sensitive content, it took thirty minutes before it was fully processed and made public.

[I'm speechless... What do we even say?]

[Repaying kindness with betrayal? Lin Yiying is disgusting!]

[Does she feel no guilt at all? Sang Siuh Wan fought against all the filth to protect her, and in return, she framed her?]

[She pushed her savior into the abyss while calling her abuser a hero… I feel sick.]

The video spread like wildfire, and Lin Yiying, still basking in the glory of her Best Actress award, finally saw the clip when her panicked agent burst into the room.

As she watched her past self in the video, her hands trembled. The blood drained from her face, and for a moment, she swayed as if about to faint.

"What... What is this?" she whispered. Then, in a sudden fit of rage, she swept everything off the table. "What’s going on?! How did Sang Yu Studio get this footage?!"

Sang Siuh Wan was dead. That humiliation should have been buried long ago. So why was it all coming back now?

Her agent’s face was grim as he furiously typed on his phone. "Right now, we need to focus on damage control. If we don’t handle this properly, you won’t just be blacklisted—you’ll be dragged into political trouble."

The word political sent a chill down Lin Yiying’s spine. She clenched her fists, forcing herself to calm down.

"Brother Yu, call Mo Snapdragon." Her voice was cold and determined. "If I go down, he’s going down with me. We’re tied together—he has to save me."