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Not just anything—they chose carefully,targeting low-value items.
They’d learned from past mistakes,knowing that Lily might not reimburse the cost of luxury items.
But while I didn’t care about the luxury stuff,the sentimental keepsakes they targeted were precious to me.
These weren’t expensive,but they were mementos I’d collected from my travels,each with a story.
I wasn’t holding back anymore.Game on!
I sidestepped,twisted a guy’s finger,forcedhim to his knees, and rescued a small vase.
A quick kick to another’s knee sent him collapsing face-first,saving a cat figurine.
With a swift swipe,I knocked off a woman’s wig,saving a museum souvenir.
…
In a fluid combo,I took down a swath of streamers.
Only Lily,standing farther away,remained upright.
Unbelievably,they’d rummaged through my house,drooling over luxury goods,and not one noticed the drawers and cabinets filled with martial arts medals?
Muay Thai,Wing Chun,Sanda—ancient and modern,international championship trophies.
I glanced at the comments,a flood of“Wow!”
“This mistress is shockingly skilled.Her moves are like a martial arts movie!”
“Does she have an account?I wanna follow secretly.”
“Yo,streamers,do something,or my morals are gonna crumble!”
Lily was livid.She came to shame me,but I stole the spotlight.
Trembling,she grabbed the$1.3 million watch.
The chaotic audience spammed“Smash!”again.
The floored streamers,humiliated and fearing fan loss,egged her on.
“Lily,smash it!Show her!”
“Smash it!It’s all bought with your boyfriend’s money—yours!Do what you want!”
“Yeah,even if she sues,you won’t have to pay!”
Lily,backed into a corner,held the watch,unsure whether to smash or drop it.
I almost thought she wanted me to knock her out.
But I didn’t.I’d bought that watch at a charity auction—the money was donated,and I never wore it.
After securing my trinkets,I leaned on the couch,watching the show.
A female streamer said,“She doesn’t care—it must be fake!”
That gave Lily courage.Smash!The watch shattered into pieces.
The audience went wild,sending gifts like they were celebrating a victory.
The streamers,regaining their confidence,rallied,chanting,“Smash!Smash!Smash her stuff!”
Lily,like a puppet driven by clout,became their weapon,tearing clothes and bags.
A streamer handed her scissors,and she cut through them.
When the clothes were ruined,she smashed jewelry.
She even grabbed a hammer to crack my safe,but it held firm.
Still,the streamers cheered,“Lily!Lily!”
She stood proud,like a queen.
“We’re born to expose mistresses!One cheater,one takedown!Follow us,and we’ll take down your mistress!”
The streamers even plugged their channel.
The scene was surreal—beyond fiction.
But then,a comment stood out:
“No way!I know who she is!She wasn’t in her sportswear,so it took me a minute.”
“She can’t be a mistress!Especially not for money!”
