My Perfect Female CEO-Chapter 939: Died an Untimely Death

In the live streaming room, as soon as Wu Xiuchun opened the stream, the chat window exploded with activity.

"Goddess, you’re finally here."

"Goddess, blow a kiss, please."

"Goddess, did you miss me?"

"Goddess, please keep me, take me away, warm my bed, good skills guaranteed, excellent service."

"Same here, 666+1."

All sorts of topics, all sorts of flirting, all sorts of expressions, all sorts of teasing.

Wu Xiuchun seemed not in the best state today, worry evident on her face. She didn’t respond with her usual playful banter to the enthusiastic calls, nor did she ask for gifts.

Her grievances were hard to express, but at this moment, for many fans, it added a kind of sickly beauty.

Where did Wu Xiuchun’s grievances come from?

Last night, her phone inexplicably received several photos, all of her being coerced by her boss...This shook her former composure. Though she managed to cover her dark circles with makeup in the morning to look less exhausted, the inner torment and fatigue still plagued her.

Working in the live streaming industry, her mother originally disapproved, and after a scandal broke out, her mother had even attempted suicide.

Of course, she was saved by neighbors afterward.

But this time if the photos were exposed, her mother probably wouldn’t be able to accept it, who knows what kind of disturbances might happen?

Her mother only had a four-word review of her career: shameless and disgraceful. But as a woman, what else could she do? She had tried other jobs, only to be harassed by bosses or threatened in various ways. Ultimately, she had to rely on defiance to pull through. But the cruel reality kept forcing her to bow down, and if not for her natural beauty, she wouldn’t have thrived in the streaming industry. Of course, she paid a shameful price, to gain is to lose, and what she lost was her chastity and dignity, while she gained money and cheap fame.

Wu Xiuchun needed to take care of her bedridden mother and support herself, so eventually, she could not resist the temptation.

She became famous on streaming, and had relationships with several of her bosses, gaining her current fame step by step, which was built on her body and tears.

About Wu Xiuchun’s sorrowful face, some fans noticed, but there were only a few words of genuine concern, which were quickly drowned by the surge of other chatter, calling those earnestly concerned fans idiots.

Wu Xiuchun pondered for a long time and decided to follow the suggestion provided by the other party, only then would those photos not be publicized.

If they were exposed, everything she had could be lost, and her crafted image as a pristine idol before the fans would collapse. Who knows what might happen to her mother?

She took a few sips of water, greeted the fans, and then with difficulty said, "If I die one day, the person who killed me is my boss."

This sentence was what she was supposed to say during the stream, as long as she said it, the photos wouldn’t be leaked.

"Cute Goddess, changed the style?"

"Is today going to be a tragedy stream? So excited, never seen such a performance before!"

"Is the Goddess doing a live suicide stream?"

"This method is deep. Suicide scenes are the best."

"Agreement for Cute Goddess’s live suicide, thumbs up."

"Thumbs up +1!"

"Thumbs up +10086!"

"If Cute Goddess really live-streams her suicide, I’ll gift ten sports cars."

"What are ten sports cars? I’ll gift ten yachts."

The chat frame blew up, people were eager to see the spectacle, and somebody mentioned suicide, and once that topic started, it wouldn’t stop, the flame of excitement only grew higher.

At a breakfast shop, two men watched the stream while having breakfast.

"Brother Liu, your favorite streamer said she’s about to die, don’t you care to rebuke those who are just here to enjoy the show?" One man urged.

"Those shameless bastards, sitting back and enjoying the spectacle without caring for Cute Goddess, it’s intolerable! Watch me teach them a lesson," the man holding the phone called out righteously, then with a meaningful smile continued, "if my Goddess were to live-stream suicide, it would be top-notch acting, breathtakingly beautiful. Of course, I’d give it a like."

"Brother Liu, impressive, but compared to suicide, I prefer live strip shows, that’s truly beautiful," another man smirked.

On a bus, a man typed while watching the stream, "Waiting for Cute Goddess’s live suicide, I’ll spend half a month’s salary."

In an office, a man gleefully said, "Live suicide, how thrilling, Cute Goddess, quickly do a live suicide, I love you." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Scattered in various corners, fans expressed their opinions.

Genuine concern and greetings were few and far between in the chat box.

Wu Xiuchun sadly realized that she was now like a clown, surrounded by people looking for entertainment.

Previously, she would comfort herself this way, believing she was playing these scums right into her hands, but at this moment, her mood was not in agreement, truly needing concern but with nowhere to confide, and no one genuinely cared for her.

What a kind of desolation.

What a kind of sorrow.

Living to this extent, one truly might wonder, where is the value of existence?

Just as Wu Xiuchun was filled with emotion, and thoughts were rushing, a sharp pain shot through her abdomen.

She struggled up, fear in her eyes, but she couldn’t concern herself with anything else, like the fear exposed before dying, only worried about herself.

Then, a mouthful of black blood spewed from her mouth.

Her head tilted to one side, limp on the chair, no longer moving.

Wu Xiuchun died, the water she drank was poisoned, and her death was quick and clean, not suffering much.

"As expected, from my Cute Goddess, even her live suicide method is truly unique, didn’t even commit suicide, head tilted and died."

"But this death pose is unrivaled, no one could act this out, only the Cute Goddess could portray such a death pose."

"Goddess, mighty and unmatched."

"Gifts incoming, likes for the Goddess!"

The chat frame flashed quickly, sports cars and yachts flew by as gifts.

All this, Wu Xiuchun couldn’t see anymore because she was dead.

She was calculated against, step by step, falling into the trap of death, and died during a live stream in front of fans, this matter certainly wouldn’t be covered up and was bound to stir up a huge storm.

Meanwhile, in a room in a community, a gas explosion occurred, Wu Xiuchun’s bedridden mother also died unexpectedly.

This carefully orchestrated murder plot, thus unfolded.

This is the approximate sequence of recent events that had just occurred.