Twelve Years of Support Raised Three Best Actresses

The night I signed a three-billion acquisition deal,

the two sisters from the mountains whom I'd anonymously supported for twelve years were denouncing me in a livestream.

To build their personas and rake in views in the entertainment industry, they dragged my name through the mud.

They invented a tragic story about an old man sexually abusing and psychologically controlling them for twelve years.

The comments poured down like a waterfall, every one of them repeating the same name.

Shen Jiming.

My name.

[Beast] [Monster] [Sick pervert] [Send him to prison] [He deserves to be hacked to pieces]

They were betting that a rich old man with a guilty conscience like me would never dare step forward and face them at the height of the public outcry.

The funny thing was, they'd taken more than two million from me and still didn't know whether I was a man or a woman.

My assistant was frantic, her eyes red.

"President Shen! Let's issue a statement right now! You're a woman! Everything they're saying is false!"

I watched the sisters sobbing prettily on the livestream and calmly took a sip of coffee.

"No rush."

"Let the dust settle a little."