Chapter 49: This Batch of Fans Really Disappointed Her

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: This Batch of Fans Really Disappointed Her

’The misunderstanding was cleared up?’

’When did that happen?’

’How could she not know?’

Shu Yao brushed Lin Zhenxiang aside and kept walking.

But the other woman caught up, pestering her again.

"Sister Shu, I admit I had some misunderstandings about you before. If you still can’t get over what happened last time, I’ll apologize to you."

With red-rimmed eyes, Lin Zhenxiang glanced at the camera, her pitiful and delicate appearance prompting hordes of fans in the livestream to flood the comments with sympathetic messages.

"Sister Shu, I’m live right now. There are over ten million fans watching. By doing this in front of my fans, I’m basically giving you a public apology!"

’I’ve already apologized publicly. If that trash woman Shu Yao from the Lower Star District still doesn’t accept, she’s just being ungrateful!’

"Sister Shu, I’m sorry!"

Lin Zhenxiang gave a deep bow.

When she straightened up, Shu Yao said with a deadpan expression, "Are you finished with your act? Can I go now?"

Lin Zhenxiang’s expression froze.

At that moment, swathes of fans in the livestream chat were cursing Shu Yao.

[My goddess has already begged for forgiveness, what more does this trash woman want!?]

[Can you get the camera back on my goddess! I really don’t want to see this trash woman’s face anymore! It’s absolutely disgusting!!!]

[Shameless piece of trash!]

[She mistakes shamelessness for personality and thinks she’s cool!?]

Lin Zhenxiang said meekly, "Sister Shu, you did grow up in the Lower Star District, after all. So when I first met you, I thought you were just like those other lowlifes from there. It’s my fault for being so prejudiced, which led to such a huge misunderstanding... Please, you have to forgive me, or else..."

"Or else what? Is that emotional blackmail, or are you trying to guilt-trip me?" Shu Yao cut her off coldly. "Whether you apologize is your business. Whether I forgive you is mine. You’ve already shown everyone your remorseful attitude, so what more do you want? To continue using your influence to manipulate your fans into launching personal attacks against me?"

Lin Zhenxiang’s eyes turned red, and tears welled up.

She choked back sobs. "Sister Shu, I never realized you had such deep-seated prejudices and misunderstandings about me! I just wanted to apologize and earn your forgiveness, I truly have no other agenda..."

"My son suffered far more than you are right now!" Shu Yao didn’t want to say anything more. "We’re not props for you to build your public image. Please stop hounding me!"

Shu Yao left.

Only Lin Zhenxiang remained in the camera’s frame.

She cried to the tens of millions of fans in her livestream:

"It’s only right that Sister Shu won’t forgive me. What I did before was probably just too awful...

"But I really do hope to earn her forgiveness. Otherwise, I won’t be able to rest easy..."

[Don’t cry, goddess! That trash woman isn’t worthy of your tears!]

[Goddess, I hear good food can lift your spirits!]

[Hurry up and make something delicious to cheer yourself up.]

In the livestream chat, messages of comfort and encouragement gradually started to outnumber those cursing the "trash woman."

Lin Zhenxiang felt a bit disheartened that she hadn’t managed to redirect more of the hate onto Shu Yao.

’This generation of fans is such a disappointment!’

’Whatever. I’ll get back to business and take my mind off it.’

Lin Zhenxiang said a temporary goodbye to her fans, ended the stream, and began asking around Luoxing Port with a sketch in hand.

The person in the sketch was the fishmonger she had been looking for over the past two days.

The very fishmonger who had sold the plague-infected whitebait to her uncle.

She had been forced to badger her uncle relentlessly just to get him to remember enough for the sketch.

She had assumed that if she came to Luoxing Port herself, she could leverage her influence to quickly track down the fishmonger.

But now, the local fishmongers despised her and were unwilling to give her any information.

One reason was that the fishmongers genuinely had no memory of the unscrupulous merchant in the sketch.

But more importantly, it was her fault that the price of whitebait had plummeted, causing them all to suffer disastrous losses!

So, those who held a grudge certainly weren’t going to miss a chance to take their frustrations out on her.