The rebellious daughter is spoiled by the disabled boss

This person is the relative of one of the three bodies found in the gourd. His name is Qiao Yun, and his online name is The Powerpuff Girls.

But she never thought that netizens were so powerful that they could dig out her past based on her online name.

Qiao Yun is an online writer who specializes in writing novels. She had previously collaborated with a friend, but she did not expect that her friend would take all her manuscripts away and even claimed that they were written by her own people, which led to her being accused of plagiarism.

Netizens dug up old things to attack her, which made Qiao Yun unbearable.

[Black Cat Sheriff: So it’s her. I was wondering who she was. Who the hell is Qiao Yun? She’s just famous for plagiarizing. Now she even dares to go live to whitewash Jiang Yuchu. It’s ridiculous.]

[A loyal fan of Hong Huang Da Di: That’s right, I read her book before, and it turns out she’s a stitched monster. No wonder she looks familiar sometimes.]

[My favorite Qiuqiu Devil: This book is clearly our Qiuqiu's, but you still say it's not yours. Qiuqiu used to treat you as a good sister. It's really disgusting.]

Qiao Yun stopped typing on the keyboard, and his eyes gradually turned red as he watched the comments on the live broadcast.

Qiuqiu was a good sister of hers and they both loved writing. Later, when she wrote her first book, "Coroner's Spy", Qiuqiu took away all her manuscripts and made the book hers.

But what no one expected was that Qiuqiu had already saved her next two books, and before they were even updated, Qiuqiu's fans flocked in.

The reviews of her new book declined, so she had to remove it from the shelves. She could only explain while typing in the live broadcast room.

No one listened to her explanation and she was bombarded with criticism. She was also sued by the APP for copyright infringement and was required to repay all royalties and pay 1.5 million yuan in compensation within six months.

Now, let alone one and a half million, she can't even take out fifty dollars.

Netizens not only abused Jiang Yuchu, but now they are not letting her off either.

Rumors stop at the wise. Qiao Yun came up with a new idea. She knew that Jiang Yuechu had real ability, so she simply used Jiang Yuechu as an example to write an opening.

[At 1:30 in the morning, the sound of rain boots stomping could be heard in the empty corridor, accompanied by a man's heavy breathing. The unknown anchor was still fighting against the haters and didn't notice what was happening outside.]

[Knock, knock on the door.]

Qiao Yun's brows suddenly tightened. There was a knock on the door of her house behind her. Why was someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night?

Just as I was wondering, my phone started to ring with a ding-dong sound. I opened it and saw that all the comments were saying the same thing.

“There were knocks on my door, too.”

[Favorite Qiuqiu Big Devil: What the hell? What kind of joke is this in the middle of the night? Did the anchor hire a hacker to find out our address and do this on purpose? ]

[Balala: Damn, this place might be haunted! ]

The comments came one after another, with all kinds of speculations coming out.

No matter what was said in the barrage, Qiao Yun did not stop his actions at all.

[The knocks on the door kept coming. I counted the patterns and when the knocks came again, I opened the door. There was nothing but the sensor light that was turned on by the sound.]

[No one at the door? Then what was that knocking sound just now?]

[I returned to my room, arguing endlessly with the haters. I felt tired and went to get a glass of water. Suddenly, the mouse fell to the ground with a sound. When I picked it up, the live broadcast room on the screen was closed, and the script saved in the computer opened automatically.]

[In the dark room, only the screen emitted a faint light. Out of curiosity, I sat down and watched the manuscript seem to be slid down and flipped through by someone. My attention was drawn to it, and my eyes followed the sliding movement.]

Qiao Yun was so focused on writing the manuscript that she didn't notice that the situation around her had changed, nor did she see the same situation appearing on the barrage in the live broadcast room.

[At that moment, I seemed not to be a ghostwriter of a novel, but an editor reading a manuscript. I fell into a concentration I had never experienced before.]

[Ding dong, VX received a new message, and the screen lit up. I had just unlocked the phone, and the screen was dark instead of bright. There seemed to be a blurry hand on the gray screen. I stared at the screen, and suddenly, a bloody hand stretched out from the screen, with five fingers clasped on my face.]

When he was writing this, there was a knock on the door. Without thinking too much, Qiao Yun got up to open the door, but there was no one at the door, only a cool breeze blew.

Qiao Yun shrank her neck and turned back to her room, only to see that her document was deleting words at a very fast speed, with the delete key on the keyboard making a 'click' sound.

Qiao Yun leaned against the door in fear, swallowed, quickly opened the door and ran out. He didn't relax until he ran to the convenience store downstairs and saw people.

With trembling hands, she took out the phone from her pocket and called Qin Susu.

Qin Susu arrived 20 minutes later. Seeing Qiao Yun's panicked face, she grabbed her arm and walked to the side of the road. "I'll take you to find Sister Jiang. She must know what's going on."

When delivering the clothes earlier, Qin Susu knew the location of Sister Li's house, so it didn't take much time to find it. When she dragged Qiao Yun to the door, she knocked politely.

The door opened, but unexpectedly, the person who opened it would be Jiang Yuechu.

Qin Susu was overjoyed, "Sister Jiang, it's good that you are here. Something happened to Qiao Yun. She met a ghost!"

Jiang Yuechu made way for him and said, "Come in and talk."

Jiang Yuechu went to the kitchen and poured two cups of hot water on the glass table. Looking at Qiao Yun's trembling body, he couldn't help but be curious, "What's going on?"

Qiao Yun picked up the hot water in front of him and took a sip. He tried hard to suppress his inner panic and fear and recounted the whole story.

After listening, Jiang Yuechu frowned and asked, "Is that it?"

Qiao Yun nodded. "Yeah, that's terrible. I can guarantee that there is nothing wrong with my computer. It just suddenly deleted all my texts. I must have seen a ghost."

"You have no resentment or negative energy, which proves that no ghost has ever approached you."

From the moment he saw Qiao Yun, Jiang Yuechu noticed her frightened look, but he didn't see anything unusual.

The panic in Qiao Yun's eyes became even stronger. "Ms. Jiang, I'm not lying. It's true. There is a ghost in my house."

Jiang Yuechu could feel whether there was a ghost or not without going to Qiao Yun's house. She gave a very affirmative answer, "No ghost."

"How is that possible? It looks like someone has been pressing the Delete key on the keyboard all the time." Qiao Yun was terrified when he recalled everything he had seen before.

Jiang Yuechu thought for a moment and said, "You said you write novels, right? It's very likely a book spirit."