Mechanically, he took the newspapers from her hand, and a look of shock crossed his face as his gaze fell upon the glaring headlines. He gripped the paper and read on—“The Shocking Truth of Yin Xia Mo’s Origins Revealed: Her Mother Was a Bar Girl!” A reporter named "Hua Jin" had exposed that Yin Xia Mo's birth mother was a bar singer who sold her body for a living, famous in her prime under the nickname "Luna." Yin Xia Mo and her younger brother were both illegitimate children born from Luna’s fleeting affairs with various men.

The news article was illustrated with both sensational text and old photographs of Luna performing in the bar with captivating allure, alongside Yin Xia Mo's birth certificate.

In the photos, Luna's features bore a striking resemblance—nearly sixty percent—to Yin Xia Mo.

On the yellowed slip of paper that was Yin Xia Mo's birth certificate, the father's line was left blank, but the mother’s line boldly stated: "Yin Luna!"

“No wonder she handles clinging to power and marrying well so naturally…” Watching Luo Xi’s stunned and ashen expression fixed on the paper, Shen Qiang suddenly felt a sharp constriction in her chest and couldn’t help but blurt out, “...She isn't worth this kind of reaction from you!” Luo Xi’s fingers tightened around the newspaper.

Just then, a crew member loudly called out, “Ah Luo, the camera’s fixed, we’re starting right away!” “When did you start reading such trashy tabloids?”

Luo Xi tossed the papers down, stood up, and said coolly, “Even if she isn't perfect, she has never spoken ill of others behind their backs.”

Watching his indifferent, vanishing back, Shen Qiang felt as if she’d been drenched in ice water. She sat motionless for a long time.

In the corner, only she and Jennie remained.

Jennie coughed awkwardly, unsure what to say. She awkwardly pulled out her notepad to smooth things over. “Miss Shen, you and Luo Xi have an appointment the day after tomorrow afternoon at the bridal shop for a magazine shoot, don't forget.”

The public erupted within a day! Yin Xia Mo, always seen before the cameras as pure, beautiful, and possessing a reserved, almost aristocratic air, had such a background! Recalling the various scandals that had dogged her since her debut, was it truly a case of "deeply rooted family learning"? What was the real relationship between her and Luo Xi, Ou Chen, and even Ling Hao? Was it as clean as previously claimed, or was there a hidden story? Yin Xia Mo was once again the focus of intense media scrutiny.

The Orange Daily and Blast Weekly relentlessly attacked, exposing scandalous details of Xia Mo’s mother’s past. Other media outlets, as if controlled by some unseen force, dared not speak too rashly, yet they could not ignore such explosive material. They began to pivot, bypassing direct digs into the mother’s history and comments about Xia Mo herself, focusing instead on analyzing whether her upcoming marriage to Ou Chen would change, and whether a prestigious family like the Ou Corporation could possibly wed a woman of such lowly birth...

“Don’t let Xiao Cheng see any of the papers or magazines,” Yin Xia Mo said softly in the hospital garden, closing the newspapers. “And don’t let her watch television recently either.”

“Yes, I understand. I’ve already spoken to the nurses coming in and out of the room; I told them not to bring any papers or magazines in or discuss this in front of Xiao Cheng. They all feel deeply for Xiao Cheng and promised to be careful.” Zhen En nodded.

Sighing, the morning had been quite cheerful; the arrangements for Xiao Cheng to help at the bridal shop had gone very smoothly, and Xiao Cheng’s complexion had improved significantly lately. She had genuinely thought everything would slowly get better, never imagining such a sudden disaster would strike.

“Thank you,” Yin Xia Mo looked at her gratefully.

“Why are you saying that, as if I’m an outsider?” Zhen En shot her a look, then turned to the sensational content in The Orange Daily with confusion. There was a new report by "Hua Jin" that featured an old newspaper clipping showing the tragic scene of Xia Mo’s mother, Luna, committing suicide beneath the bar stage. Although the photograph was dark and the scene chaotic, one could still sense the atmosphere of tragic horror—beside the bloody corpse knelt a small girl, seen only from behind, looking fragile and tiny.

Summer of Foam III