the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 70: Peach Stiffness and Plum Replacement is the Best

Sister Zhao couldn’t manage to say a single word throughout the call; she only heard Delphine’s cold and indifferent response before the phone was hung up.

Delphine ended the call, expressionless, and went to freshen up.

Jason’s calls ca in like a madman, frantic and yelling, "Sister Zhao, check out Weibo right now! I’m losing my mind—there’s new dirt, and they’ve exposed the woman’s identity!"

Sister Zhao’s chest tightened in pain as dread filled her; before she could even open the latest gossip, Jason had spelled it all out.

"Haha! The woman’s identity is revealed as Tanya Zane, an up-and-coming actress in Imperial City. Our Delphine’s na has been cleared. Sister Zhao, did you do sothing?"

Sister Zhao rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Sure enough, the latest exposé pinned the woman as a second-tier actress who had attended Director Tang’s film premiere and was photographed embracing Reginald Yeager outside the auditorium. The blogger had posted a picture of Tanya Zane, whose profile bore a resemblance to Delphine, though her face differed significantly upon closer inspection. Fortunately, the photo was taken under dim lighting, making it harder to discern clearly—there was still hope this could be spun in their favor.

Sister Zhao recalled Maximilian’s earlier call, where he coolly ntioned having found a substitute and spoke with such conviction that it sent chills down her spine. Right now, using soone as a scapegoat really was the best strategy. Yet, the whole thing felt eerily planned. Nonetheless, Delphine was free of it, aning she might still salvage her career in the Entertainnt Sector.

The implications of Maximilian’s words sent fresh waves of anxiety through Sister Zhao. The morning’s twists and turns had nearly given her a heart attack; only once Mr. Li had stepped in did she feel a sense of relief mixed with lingering fear. She decided not to leave just yet, slumping on the sofa in Delphine’s room, scrolling through Weibo alongside Jason, whose call remained ongoing.

When Delphine finally erged from the bathroom, she noticed Sister Zhao sprawled on the sofa and paused for a mont before saying, "I need to head back to Nanyang first. Are you coming with ?"

"Of course I’ll go with you. Let book the tickets right away."

"Maximilian’s likely already booked them. Check the flight details," Delphine said faintly.

Sister Zhao went silent for a long ti, then cautiously asked, "What happens when you’re back?"

Delphine let out a cold laugh, her lips curving into a faint arc as she replied flatly, "You’ll find out when we get there."

Fortunately, there wasn’t much to pack since they hadn’t unpacked upon arriving yesterday afternoon. What little they needed was grabbed as they headed to the airport, remaining wordless throughout the journey.

On their way to the airport, the late-night rendezvous scandal erupted with more explosive revelations.

Soone revealed that Reginald Yeager wasn’t actually the biological son of the Yeager Family’s matriarch, but was instead born to a hostess who later went insane and was institutionalized. This jaw-dropping exposé completely eclipsed the earlier tabloid gossip; a rendezvous was nothing compared to the dark secrets of elite families, which were far more tantalizing for the masses.

At this point, even the most oblivious people could see there was a force orchestrating all this, targeting Reginald Yeager, who had been riding high these past few years.

A few sharp-eyed observers noticed that photos from the Imperial City rendezvous scandal had been instantly deleted online. All posts related to the incident vanished, replaced entirely by coverage about Reginald Yeager’s origins.

Sister Zhao felt a deep sense of disillusionnt, realizing her decade-long career in the Entertainnt Sector had been re child’s play—petty squabbles over resources, climbing the ranks, leveraging hype? Utterly amateurish.

True power lay in influence and connections. In just over an hour, as Imperial City ticked to 9 a.m. and office workers rushed onto subways, the tides of public opinion had shifted entirely. At the Nanyang airport terminal, as they waited for their flight, the dirty secrets of Nanyang’s third-largest elite family were fully exposed. The opponent acted swiftly and ruthlessly, allowing no escape.

Sister Zhao felt both relieved and terrified. She took Delphine’s phone and spoke hoarsely, "Stop looking at it. Lean on and rest for a while. Everything’s been handled."

Delphine raised her eyes to study her, then smiled faintly and murmured, "Don’t be afraid—situations like this won’t be rare in the future."

She closed her eyes, the arc of her lips slowly cooling and turning toward sarcasm. Living amidst such lavish deceit, how could one ever remain untouched?