My food streaming career was thriving.

In just two months, I had accumulated 500 thousand followers, decisively surpassing the numbers Selina had built over half a year.

Thanks to the food transfer system, Selina had to endure ten times the amount of food I ate every day. Her appetite had declined dramatically.

Watching her follower count drop while mine skyrocketed, she seethed with frustration but could do nothing about it.

Then one day, I shot to the top of the trending topics.

[Food Streamer Cecilia Linden Exposed: Plastic Surgery]

[Model Turned Streamer: Sugar Baby Scandal]

[Cecilia's Secret: Purging After Every Stream]

The exposé posts were detailed and convincing. They included numerous photos of me at upscale venues with business partners from my modeling days, claiming I had been kept by multiple wealthy men and only quit modeling after being driven out by their wives.

Several supposed friends shared deliberately unflattering photos, alleging they showed me before plastic surgery.

There was even grainy security footage of a woman in my apartment surrounded by empty plates. After ending her stream, she rushed into the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, frantically forcing herself to vomit.

My followers turned on me instantly.

[Models are never decent people! She's been with so many men… she's disgusting!]

[So it was all surgery? I wasted so much time simping over a fake face! Goodbye, plastic queen!]

[I thought Selina was lying, but Cecilia really does purge! Anyone who disrespects food like that has no right to be a food blogger! She should be banned permanently!]

Within hours, thousands of comments piled onto the hate threads. Someone was definitely orchestrating this, but I had no immediate proof.

The purging video was clearly staged by someone who broke into my apartment to impersonate me. It had to be Selina and Derek.

The security footage from that time period had been completely wiped.

With no other option, I grabbed my camera to take it to the store for professional data recovery.

The moment I stepped outside, a massive crowd swarmed me.

"You gold-digging fraud! I thought you were genuine and spent so much money on gifts behind my wife's back! Give me my money back!"

"You act so classy, but you're just trash! My daughter watches your streams every day. Stop corrupting my baby!"

"Knock that fake chin off her face! Let's see her scam people then!"

A rock struck my forehead hard. Blood trickled down. I scrambled back behind the security gate and called Derek with shaking hands.

"Derek! Where are you? I'm being..."

"Sorry, Cece, I have to work late tonight. I can't pick you up. Just grab dinner on your own!"

Before I could say anything, he hung up.

Right. How foolish of me to think he would keep up the act just to stay close to my assets. He would not even pretend anymore.

My address being leaked was definitely his and Selina's doing. Of course he would not help me.

I steadied myself and called the police. Thanks to the police intervention, the crowd finally dispersed. However, photos of me battered and disheveled were already permanently plastered across the internet.

Selina was thrilled. After weeks of silence, she called me.

"Cece, are you okay? Oh my god, those people were absolutely insane!

"But you know, I always said modeling wasn't exactly respectable work. All that schmoozing with clients was going to come back to bite you eventually!

"Why don't you take this chance to delete your account and quit? Social media pays well, but your safety matters more!"

I clenched my fists and said coldly, "Mind your own business!"

Then I hung up and dialed another number. "You can extend the partnership offer to Selina now. Make sure she signs the performance contract."

With my reputation in ruins, this was Selina's moment to shine. An olive branch from a top-tier MCN agency? She would never refuse.

Proving my innocence myself would be too tedious. It was better to let my opponent prove it for me.

That evening, I went live despite the torrent of online abuse. Not to retire, but to announce I would compete in the competitive eating championship one week from now.

My decision to compete pushed the wave of online hatred to its peak.

Netizens were furious that I refused to respond, hide, or back down. My shamelessness infuriated them.

[Cecilia has lost her mind. That tiny body competing in competitive eating? She's desperate for attention!]

[Her streams always showed normal portions before. Suddenly eating that much could kill her!]

[Who cares? Trash like her deserves to choke on her own food!]

I smirked mockingly. The one who would die was not me.

As my reputation collapsed, Selina perfectly absorbed all my traffic.

Everyone now believed Selina was a truth-telling angel of justice. They regretted abandoning her for me and began supporting her with compensatory fervor.

To give Selina confidence, I started eating as little as possible.

Sure enough, with her appetite restored, Selina grew cocky again. She signed the MCN performance contract without even blinking.

After all, the contract only required her to win the competitive eating championship. With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket.

Soon, competition day arrived.

When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily."

Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..."

Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

When I thought about it, I had not seen Derek in quite a while. I wondered how his figure was holding up.

The competition began. All contestants could choose their preferred foods, with final scores based on total weight consumed.

Selina charged ahead and grabbed large quantities of vegetables, seafood, and other foods with low satiety.

I took my time, poured myself a cup of coffee, and sat down to watch her eat.

The commentator, who had clearly read about my scandal, said mockingly, "It looks like contestant Cecilia isn't ready yet. She's still working up an appetite!"

On the big screen, the livestream chat erupted again.

[I knew she was just causing drama! She can't eat that much but signed up anyway just for attention!]

[Everyone else is scarfing down food and she's over there sipping coffee like some kind of princess. Does she ever stop performing?]

[I don't want to see this fraud. Can someone kick her out?]

I ignored them and focused intently on Selina's plate.

Plate after plate of food disappeared into her mouth. She devoured everything in sight, leaving nothing behind.

After a full half hour, her eating pace finally began to slow.

I smiled. It was my turn.

The commentator seemed surprised to see me getting food.

"Looks like contestant Cecilia is finally ready to eat. Let's see what she's chosen!

"Buffalo wings, hot chicken, jalapeño poppers, spicy chili..."

He laughed mockingly. "It looks like contestant Cecilia really is a rookie. Does she think she's here for a casual meal?"

The livestream chat was losing it.

[Even I know that spicy, oily, and heavy foods fill you up the fastest. A few bites and you're done. Is she actually stupid or just pretending?]

[She can't handle competitive eating, so now she's going for the spice tolerance angle? Hilarious!]

Despite being busy eating, Selina managed to roll her eyes at me. "Idiot! Hope you choke on it!"

I sat down calmly, picked up my fork, and efficiently polished off a plate of buffalo wings with perfect grace.

Selina's expression changed instantly. She stopped eating and clutched her stomach with a confused look on her face.

My lips curved upward as I continued eating, one piece after another.

Selina's face grew redder and redder. Her expression became increasingly pained, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

By the time I finished an entire platter of buffalo wings, she could no longer straighten her back.

"It hurts! My stomach hurts so much..."

Of course it hurt.

Selina was allergic to chili peppers. She could never eat spicy food.

Today, I would have her enjoy ten times the burn.

I rapidly stuffed food into my mouth while Selina writhed on the ground in pain.

She seemed to realize something. Her eyes bulged with fury as she pointed at me with a shaking finger. "It's you! What did you do?

"Stop eating! Don't eat anymore!"

Everyone present froze in shock.

The livestream was full of confusion.

[What's wrong with Selina? Just because she's losing doesn't mean she can stop others from eating.]

[She looks like she's in real pain though. Did she have some kind of attack?]

[Eating that much for years probably gave her stomach problems. Such a shame. She was the favorite to win.]

I ignored Selina's screams and consumed all the spicy food in front of her, even drinking every drop of the chili broth.

Her entire face turned crimson. She collapsed on the ground unable to speak, her whole body rigid as if fighting to hold something back.

The commentator cautiously approached her. "Contestant Selina, where does it hurt? Should we call a doctor for you..."

"Pffft!"

Yellow liquid suddenly sprayed from Selina's backside, drenching the commentator’s head. The stench rapidly spread across the competition floor.

Selina's expression relaxed for a brief moment. The commentator completely lost it and let out a scream.

"What the hell?!"