Ms.CEO Falls in Love with Aloof Professor
Chapter 136 - 136 130 Dont Forget to Kneel for Sheng Xian as

Chapter 136: Chapter 130 Don’t Forget to Kneel for Sheng Xian as Well Chapter 136: Chapter 130 Don’t Forget to Kneel for Sheng Xian as Well …

In the world of the internet, there’s never an end. As soon as a matter shows the slightest hint of heating up, those lurking in WeChat groups, QQ groups, spaces, circles of friends, public accounts, and short videos, like impoverished and malevolent beasts, swarm in instantly. They drain your blood and devour your flesh with incredible speed, leaving not even a trace of bone behind. They distort the truth by cutting the head and tail off events to suit the viewers’ interests, spreading it across every corner of the internet to cater to traffic.

It is like a catastrophic flood of beasts, unstoppable and unblockable.

In the virtual world of the internet, you never know how far things might develop. You think being universally denigrated is the worst it could get, but in the next moment, an even worse situation awaits you.

Su Jiu’s situation fermented throughout the night and exploded the next day, reaching a new peak of intensity.

Those blackening Su Jiu weren’t just one person or two, but a group.

Or perhaps several groups.

The exact number of people in these groups was unclear—maybe in the tens, perhaps in the hundreds, possibly even in the thousands or tens of thousands.

Clutching the philosophy of “safety in numbers,” they were reckless and fearless online.

They justified themselves with “everyone dislikes her,” “so many people dislike her, shouldn’t she reflect on herself?” and “why do people scold her but not others?” They defended their previously said “go die,” “someone like you shouldn’t live on this Earth,” and “boycott Su Jiu” with “in an era of free speech, am I not allowed to have a different opinion?” and “if you’re going to be an internet celebrity, you should learn to accept different opinions.”

They could never see their own faults; they felt they were gods on moral high ground. Criticizing Su Jiu wasn’t enough—they dragged in Sheng Xian as well.

“Someone like that also qualifies to be a university professor? Leading people astray.”

“One word, it all ultimately bows down to money, money turns the millstone.”

“This is just an unscrupulous lawyer, a disgrace to the legal profession.”

As the number of interested people grew, information about Sheng Xian gradually started to become exposed to the public eye.

This is the most terrifying aspect of the internet—when public opinion targets you, you have no privacy, no secrets, not even human rights. They spread your information everywhere, anyone could claim to be your classmate or friend, and anyone could fabricate a story about you that even you didn’t know of.

They would create parodies to ridicule you, use Photoshop to smear you, they would use every means possible to destroy you.

In less than a day, articles regarding Su Jiu’s issue appeared in Lu Jingyan’s circle of friends.

Lu Jingyan thought, with the issue having blown up this much, even if Sheng Xian was a hermit who never went online, he ought to know about it by now.

Throughout the afternoon, Lu Jingyan was somewhat restless.

More than once, she took out her phone, clicked into Sheng Xian’s WeChat, and wanted to say something to him, but she realized that at such a time, words were pale, and nothing would be effective.

Just before leaving work, Lu Jingyan checked her friends circle again, and saw another friend had shared something about Su Jiu’s issue: “I think even lawyers need to have a bottom line, shouldn’t take on just any person or any case. Losing one’s integrity for money, disgusting.”

Lu Jingyan felt the anger she had suppressed all day suddenly explode at that moment. All her rationality vanished; she didn’t even think and replied with a long message:

[How much do you know to say this? The trial hasn’t even started and you’ve already concluded. What will you do if the court decides Su Jiu is innocent? Will you kneel and apologize?]

[Just a friendly reminder, when you do kneel, don’t forget to also kneel for Sheng Xian.]

…

Lu Jingyan stood at Sheng Xian’s front door, took a deep breath, and raised her hand to press the doorbell.

As she waited for someone to open the door, she felt a bit nervous.

What if Sheng Xian looked utterly disheartened, what would she do?

What if he had been crying from the cyberbullying, what would she do?

What would she do if he was both dejected and depressed?

Lu Jingyan had thought of many possibilities, even forming images in his head.

Sheng Xian, disheveled, with messy hair, bloodshot eyes, reeking of alcohol and cigarette smoke…

About ten seconds later, the door opened.

Sheng Xian was dressed in a light grey thin hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, one hand wearing a clear glove and the other holding a spatula.

Lu Jingyan blinked, somewhat unable to believe the scene before her eyes.

At this time, he was actually in the mood to cook.

Sheng Xian glanced down for two seconds, “Are you waiting for me to get your shoes?”

“…” Lu Jingyan fell silent, “No.”

“If not, change your shoes and come in.” Sheng Xian wasn’t in the mood to linger here as he turned and went back to the dining area, with food cooking in the kitchen.

Perhaps disliking the strong smell of cooking smoke, he had closed the kitchen door.

Lu Jingyan withdrew her gaze, slowly picked out slippers from the cabinet, switched her shoes, and before entering the house, she eyed the large bag she had struggled to carry up. Hesitating, she decided to leave it there for now.

After closing the door, Lu Jingyan glanced at the dining table, where freshly washed grapes and cherry tomatoes were placed.

The kitchen was noisy, the exhaust fan roaring loudly.

Lu Jingyan looked at the closed door, wondering if Sheng Xian might be secretly crying inside.

If he were truly crying, wouldn’t he feel embarrassed if she rashly pushed open the door?

Lu Jingyan hesitated at the doorway for a few seconds, then very carefully created a slight opening in the door and stealthily peeked inside.

Sheng Xian, as if having eyes in the back of his head, turned and caught her in the act.

The two quietly looked at each other for two seconds. Lu Jingyan cleared her throat and pushed the door open, “Uh, I just came to see if you needed any help.”

“No,” Sheng Xian glanced at the dining table outside, “Go eat some fruit.”

Lu Jingyan slowly uttered an “Oh,” and still clutching the door, kept her eyes on Sheng Xian without moving.

“I’m planning to stir-fry some chili peppers; it’s going to be quite pungent, and the smell from the frying will be strong. Are you planning to take a shower here later?”

“…” Lu Jingyan shut the door.

Before Lu Jingyan arrived, Sheng Xian had mostly finished processing the dishes. He was often the cook and was quick and proficient at it, soon having the dishes ready and served.

It was unclear at what time Sheng Xian had come home to cook, but he had even managed to make a soup.

Since it was just the two of them, he made beef in hot chili oil and some greens, with noodles as the staple.

Sheng Xian’s tone when calling her to wash her hands was exactly as before.

Including the scene Lu Jingyan saw when she came out from washing her hands, of Sheng Xian bowing his head by the dining table, ladling soup, it was no different from before.

It was very homely and composed.

It did not at all seem like the attitude of someone who had been berated online all day.