Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Many people who had never personally approached Annabeth Cates before suddenly reached out to her.

Many of her colleagues who used to take hours to reply to her texts had also changed their attitude. They were quick to respond now.

Annabeth learned the harsh truth of reality through this incident.

There were too many people's text messages for her to respond to. Hence, she decided not to reply to any of them. Instead, she closed WeChat and continued to browse through Weibo... Back on her Weibo profile page, she saw a lot of posts shared by marketing accounts. These were from Josh's fans.

The Weibo posts were all their genuine thoughts and feelings—

"While I'm still troubled about buying Josh's concert ticket, you already have him all to yourself. I'm truly envious of you. Please take good care of Josh for the rest of your lives together..."

"I can't bring myself to wish you happiness, Josh, but I can't bring myself to stop being your fan either. That's because it's impossible to like anyone else after having seen someone so perfect like you. Although I'm unwilling to admit it, I still want to say that I'm jealous of Annabeth. Oh, how I wish I were the one who'd be with you till the very end..."

"Listen up, Annabeth. You'd better take care of Josh. If you do anything bad to him, we, his fans, will skin you alive."

dreams is taken by another woman. Do I feel sad? I'm very sad. However,

that Josh was in a relationship in the middle of the night, I unfollowed him. However, within two hours, I already came crawling

three hours after unfollowing him. Sob-sob. He's too handsome. I was planning to find a new idol, but

comments were negative. However, now that Annabeth suddenly saw so many

reading further, Josh grabbed her phone and locked it.

unsettled if I don't

to feel unsettled. It'll affect the baby in your stomach.

Annabeth nodded obediently.

fifteen minutes, Sharon Lindt brought the food she'd

were meat buns, milk, bird's nest, and three different types of pickled vegetables. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

is ready, kids. Come and eat..." When Annabeth heard this, she

they were done, they walked into

white-and-blue checkered tablecloth on the dining

seen rising in the air. A single glance was enough to make one feel

next to her. "Thank you, Ms. Lindt... It must have been a