Chapter 52

Comments lambasting Ying Corporation’s official corporate social media account have reached tens of thousands.

But that wasn’t enough; fans also wanted to continue their tirades in Ying Zijin’s comment section, just like last time.

However, they couldn’t find it.

This made things even worse.

[Sisters, she actually deactivated her account, she must have known that this day would come, with the photos being leaked. It’s so infuriating!]

[Um, maybe we should calm down a bit, there might be a twist here.]

[Are you even a fan? If you’re a fan, you should protect Luwei. Why are you hesitating? @YingLuweiAnti-BlackStationV, let’s blacklist her.]

[I bet Ying Corporation has seen it, they just won’t come out and say so.]

The fans guessed correctly; with all the noise online and every major corporation having employees dedicated to managing social media, it was impossible not to notice.

The problem was that it was already nine o’clock at night, Old Madam Ying had gone to rest, and they couldn’t possibly disturb her.

The Patriarch of the Ying Family, Ying Zhenting, was in the capital dealing with a major deal and certainly didn’t have the time.

As for Zhong Manhua, she had gone to Continent O on Friday and wouldn’t be back until noon tomorrow, leaving her no time either.

The employees didn’t take it seriously and logged off social media.

**

Ten minutes later, Ying Zijin received surveillance footage sent by a certain hacker.

Not only was it restored, but the clarity had also been adjusted to the highest level.

After watching it, she regretted not having been assertive enough at that moment; she should have thrown her cola over Jiang Moyuan’s head.

[Sister, are you going to release it now? I can do it for you.]

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes and tapped out two characters.

[No rush.]

The other side was puzzled.

[But I’ve seen that the fans are starting to doxx you. What if they come after you with sulfuric acid or something?]

Ying Zijin examined the comments online with an unchanged expression, idly typing on the keyboard.

[The best moment hasn’t arrived yet.]

Ying Luwei wanted to move public opinion and crush her, but Ying Zijin could actually use this to her advantage.

The situation was just beginning, and public fervor hadn’t reached its peak yet.

Releasing it now wouldn’t achieve the effect she desired and wouldn’t maximize her benefits.

[Alright, as long as you’re happy, sister. But I have to say, the person who wiped the surveillance footage is pretty skilled. If you had asked someone else, it might not have been possible.]

It was just like him.

So competent.

The certain hacker continued to eat his instant noodles, and his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at it and answered.

The man’s voice was deep, devoid of its usual laughter, and carried a hint of coldness.

“Restore the surveillance videos of Zhongshan Street, Auspicious Street, Xiaozhai Road, and Textile Street in Shanghai City and upload them to the internet.”

Choking on his noodles again, the certain hacker muttered: “…”

Are you poisoned or something to be able to recall the sequence of streets exactly like that?

A perfect match.

A pair of weirdos.

Reluctantly setting down his noodles, he complained, “Didn’t I tell you the other day? Her cyber skills are stronger than mine. She can handle it herself. Do you really need to do this?”

Fu Yunshen played with his teacup, offhandedly stating, “Me handling it and her being skilled are two different things.”

“Huh? What’s the difference?”

“No matter how skilled she is, she’s still just a kid,” Fu Yunshen said with downcast eyes and a soft laugh. “She hasn’t grown up yet; how can I not protect her?”

“Oh—I get it now. It’s like how, to a father, no matter how old his daughter is, she’s still a child in his eyes.”

Fu Yunshen glanced at his screen: “If you don’t want to be hunted down, then stop talking nonsense.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up,” the other side fell silent mid-sentence, then quickly added, “Sorry, I spoke out of turn.”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was as gentle as ever, “It’s fine.”

“Brother, if it hadn’t been for you back then…”

“I said it’s fine,” Fu Yunshen interrupted him, patiently continuing, “It’s all in the past.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then the topic changed, “Actually, you’re a step too late. I’ve been keeping an eye on your little one. I just sent her the surveillance footage. She said she’ll choose the right moment to post it.”

He absolutely couldn’t admit that he had made a fool of himself again.

“Hmm?” Fu Yunshen was slightly surprised, “You have that much emotional intelligence?”

“Get lost!”

The call was angrily disconnected.

Fu Yunshen rose silently and walked to the balcony.

The night was cool and the moonlight shone softly like water.

Tree shadows fell on the ground, casting a lonely frosty splendor.

After standing for a full ten minutes, Fu Yunshen pulled out another phone.

It was very ordinary, still with buttons.

“Hello,” Fu Yunshen leaned against half a wall, bending his long legs, returning to his lazy, dissipated demeanor, “You have two days to make Jiang’s stock hit the limit down.”

Something was said on the other end of the phone.

“Hmm? I’m not going back.” Fu Yunshen turned his head, his smile casual, “Just helping my little friend get some revenge, that’s all.”

**

At ten o’clock in the evening, Jiang Moyuan had just finished his work.

He rubbed his brow, unable to hide the exhaustion on his face.

“Third Master,” the secretary entered noiselessly, bowing and speaking softly, “Miss Luwei is trending on Weibo.”

Jiang Moyuan’s gaze sharpened instantly, “What happened?”

“Here’s the thing, someone took a photo of you and Second Miss Ying,” the secretary explained while handing over the phone, “Miss Luwei’s fans think Second Miss Ying is trying to climb up to you and blasted Ying Corporation on Weibo.”

“Probably because she is recuperating in the capital, Miss Luwei hasn’t seen it yet.”

Otherwise, she would have called by now.

Jiang Moyuan glanced at the photo and his expression cooled, “They don’t know what’s good for them!”

The secretary was startled, “Third Master, you think the photo was taken by Second Miss Ying?”

Jiang Moyuan didn’t say anything, but it was clear that was what he thought.

The air pressure around him seemed to drop even further.

The secretary thought about it and agreed.

It seemed Second Miss Ying wanted to use that photo to blackmail the Third Master, but it backfired when Miss Luwei’s fans caught wind of it, leading to today’s trending topic.

The secretary respectfully suggested, “Third Master, shall we make a clarification?”

“No need,” Jiang Moyuan sorted out his documents indifferently, “It’s none of my concern.”

The secretary understood.

Public opinion wouldn’t affect Jiang Corporation, and it would help Miss Luwei consolidate her fanbase, so indeed, there was no need to clarify.

If Second Miss Ying hadn’t been so impulsive during the day, perhaps the Third Master might have been willing to lend a hand.

The secretary shook his head as he looked at the online discourse.

What a pity, she brought it on herself, losing such a pillar of support as the Third Master.

Jiang Moyuan massaged his temples, instructing, “Don’t disturb Luwei, let her rest well. If she sees it, tell her not to worry, she can’t go soft-hearted.”

The secretary nodded, about to close Weibo, but then he caught a glimpse of another trending topic in the hot search bar.

He was taken aback, surprised, “Third Master, why is the Zhong Family speaking up?”

A foster daughter, not even a true daughter of the Ying Family, why would the Zhong Family, an external relative when the Ying Family themselves remained indifferent observers, get involved?

Jiang Moyuan frowned and took a look.

Zhong Corporation’s official account circled several of the most shared marketing accounts, as well as the official fan club account of Ying Luwei on Weibo.

[@ZhongCorporationV: A bunch of trash rumormongers, get lost, and wait for the lawyer’s letter!]