Who had bought the trending topics and hired fake commenters? Mei Xuelin had not discovered the details, but she had a few targets. They had all been locked on. The number one suspect was Gu Shen.

Jun Shiyan looked at the Weibo account [I’m Ling Sheng’s Grandpa] and frowned slightly. He asked Xu Xi, “Have you found out who it is?”

Xu Xi nodded. “Yes, it’s Old Master Huo. I was wondering who would be so generous. It seems like the Old Master really dotes on Ms. Ling.”

Jun Shiyan had initially wanted to make sure that no one could compete with him and increase the number of chips he had in the lottery. However, after finding out that this was Old Master Huo, he gave up on the idea temporarily and rubbed his temples. “Have you found the mastermind behind the trending topic?”

Xu Xi passed the printed evidence to him. “All kinds of evidence points to Master Gu. He’s already been asked to come and see you. He’ll be here soon. The person who splashed Ms. Ling with paint insisted that a fan of Master Gu hired him. I’ve checked the person he mentioned. He’s indeed Master Gu’s fan.”

The look in Jun Shiyan’s eyes turned bloodthirsty and murderous. His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was very cold. “He must be itching for a beating.”

Xu Xi shivered, and his scalp went numb. He only knew that Master Gu was definitely done for. A beating would be considered light punishment.

When Gu Shen was called over, he did not know what had happened. He knocked on the door and entered the study, calling the man inside Third Uncle obediently.

“Kneel!” Jun Shiyan said casually, his slender fingers typing as he replied to Ling Sheng’s message with a smile.

Jun Shiyan: I promise that the lottery will not be so big again in the future. Don’t be angry anymore, alright?

Ling Sheng: Swear that you will not exceed 1,000 yuan!

Jun Shiyan: 10,000, alright?

Ling Sheng: No, just 1,000 yuan. You don’t have to prove my capabilities by spending money. I’ll prove myself to both my fans and haters.

Jun Shiyan thought, What about 5,000?



After a long time, he did not receive a reply from the young lady. He frowned and typed: 1,000 it is then. Since the lottery cannot be big, what about charity?

Gu Shen had been kneeling for two minutes when he saw his Third Uncle frowning and looking pensive. He was staring at his phone, and he could guess from the WeChat notification that he was waiting for a reply. He forced himself to look up. “Third Uncle, what did I do wrong?”

Jun Shiyan waited for a long time, but the young lady still did not reply. He let out a low doting sigh. When he looked at Gu Shen, his eyes turned cold and he let a document fall on his face. “What did you do wrong? Ah Shen, this is all you’ve learned from the things I’ve taught you all these years?”

Gu Shen’s body stiffened as he looked at the pieces of paper that had fallen in front of him like snowflakes. He lowered his head and picked them up one by one, not daring to get up. He only knelt down. The more he looked at the document, the worse his expression became. His hands started to tremble subconsciously, and his eyes darkened.

“Did you do it?” Jun Shiyan looked at him as he asked this question.

A mocking, bitter smile flashed at the corners of Gu Shen’s lips. Instantly, his anger boiled as he suppressed the raging wrath and disappointment he felt. He bit his lips and nodded. “Yes, I did it.”

The fans who had attacked Ling Sheng, the accounts who had been bought, and the evidence of the fake commenters all pointed to him. Besides him, only one person knew some of his personal accounts and passwords.

He had trusted her very much. Why had she done that?

Jun Shiyan had already rolled over in his wheelchair to stand in front of him. The whip in his hand hit him hard. “Do you have any complaints about me using the family’s disciplinary rules?”