Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Lian looked at the crowd before her in horror.
At first glance, she estimated there were thirty to forty people.
And now, they were all looking at her furiously.
Right at the back of the crowd stood reporters, who were hungering to capture a scandal involving Best Actor Shen and Mrs. Shen. They all ran up to them, pointing their cameras and poised to shoot.
A reporter asked, “What’s the story?”
As soon as he asked, the crowd was stirred.
“She is those scammers’ daughter! Dishonest businessmen! My son died because of them. It was a tragic death! And up till now not a cent was given in compensation.”
“Sob, sob! Our family was devastated too. When they started to construct the building, there was so much hype about the development project. We sold off our homes to buy those new properties. Those were our life savings! And we thought we’d buy it for our son’s wedding. In the end, the building collapsed and up to now, no one has given us a proper explanation. And because we didn’t have a home, the woman that my son was to marry ran away. Our family savings have been depleted! And all of us are living in a tiny thirty square apartment. Sob, sob, even the bank has been coming after us to pay our loan. Why did my family end up like this?!”
“That’s right, you scammers, my son died on the construction site and there was no explanation given to our family. After that, my wife died of a broken heart and now I’m all alone. Sob, sob…” An elderly man in his sixties spoke up as he clutched his own face in tears.
“That’s right, these unethical businessmen! Sob, sob!”
“…”
The crowd said all sorts of things.
Qiao Lian stood there, as though she had been fossilized and rooted to the ground.
She looked at the crowd before her, at the people in regular clothes, all of them angry and full of resentment. She felt like her soul had been taken from her and did not know what to do.
Then someone among the reporters said, “My god, is this to say… that Mrs. Shen is actually the daughter of the scammers who developed that property eight years ago?”
“That’s right! They say that debts are passed to the next generation. She’s living the life now, staying in a villa, driving a luxury car. And why are we, the victims, still suffering?”
“I don’t want anything else but an explanation and my son back…”
“People like you, why are you still alive?”
Apart from this, some reporters said slowly, “But didn’t her parents already commit suicide?”
“That’s right, they killed themselves to escape punishment, which is why we don’t even have a way to redress now. But does that mean we deserve what we lost? 17 lives, how many buildings, how many families have been destroyed?!” Someone ranted furiously. These words drew the sympathy of the crowd immediately.
“I want to kill you! I want to avenge my son!”
“That’s right! Kill her!”
“Compensate us!”
“I want her to give me back my son! I don’t want any money. I want my son back. Sob, sob…”
With these furious demands, the crowd took a step forward.
Some unknown person among the crowd took an apple, which he aimed and threw squarely at Qiao Lian’s head.
Now that there was someone leading, the others also took out their fruit and vegetables and starting throwing them at her.
Everyone in the crowd swarmed towards Qiao Lian, surrounding her from all sides.