The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 117 Incident Escalates (Fourth Update)

Chapter 117: 117 Incident Escalates (Fourth Update)

The commotion here attracted the attention of nearby people, many of whom came to watch, pointing and whispering as they saw Qinglan and the two people tangled on the ground, their minds automatically painting a melodramatic saga of love, hate, gratitude, and resentment. Some even took out their phones to take photos and videos.

Seeing the crowd growing, Qinglan’s brows lightly furrowed as she spoke in a calm voice, "Stop fighting."

At her words, Yan Shengyu, whose fist was about to strike again, paused and lowered it, "Next time, keep your mouth clean. If you spread nonsense again, I won’t be polite."

Yan Shengyu’s image had always been that of a cheerful, outgoing, and gentle big boy, so this fierce side of him not only didn’t feel out of place but also sent many of the female students present into swoons, with comments about how handsome and manly he was.

Zhao Dong climbed up from the ground with several blue and purple bruises on his face and blood at the corner of his mouth, a clear indication that Yan Shengyu had not held back in his attack.

He glared at Qinglan viciously, "Qinglan Shen, just you wait. Don’t think you can get away with cozying up to the school’s leadership to gain favor. I’ll expose your true face in front of everyone and show them just how filthy you are beneath your saintly exterior."

Zhao Dong walked away dejectedly, and as the spectacle was over, the crowd dispersed.

Ya Xi looked at Qinglan with concern, "Big sister, who was that person just now, and why did he say those things about you?"

"Just a mad dog," Qinglan said indifferently.

"Do you need my help?" Sheng Yu offered.

"No need."

Qinglan truly left this time, and as Sheng Yu watched her departing figure, he was overwhelmed with a profound sense of helplessness, as if every time he saw her, it was always her retreating back.

"Brother, big sister, she..."

"It’s nothing; I’ll handle it," Sheng Yu said, not wanting to involve his sister. "Why are you here at this time anyway? Shouldn’t you be in school?"

Ya Xi fidgeted, twirling her fingers, "Well..."

Sheng Yu sighed helplessly, "Xiao Xi, you skipped class again."

Ya Xi hung her head in silence.

Sheng Yu didn’t scold her further; he knew his sister’s temperament all too well. Besides, their parents had called him just the night before.

"Xiao Xi, you don’t want to study abroad, do you?"

She nodded.

Sheng Yu patted her head, "Brother understands. You probably don’t want to go back to school now. I’m headed to the library; do you want to come with me?"

Ya Xi thought of Qinglan, who had already left, and remembered her own declaration to aim for University B, lifting her head to look at Sheng Yu, "Brother, I want to apply for University B, but I know my grades aren’t good enough, so please help me study."

Sheng Yu looked at her in surprise; his sister, who had never been interested in studying, was now actively asking to learn. Although he was surprised and doubted it was just a fleeting interest, he still replied, "Okay."

Ya Xi’s subsequent actions proved that she was neither joking nor simply briefly enthusiastic. She truly wanted to get into University B and put forth extraordinary effort to achieve it, demanding that her parents hire several tutors and often studying until one or two in the morning.

The Yan Family’s mother, seeing her daughter work so hard, felt extremely distressed and wanted to suggest that it wasn’t a big deal if she failed to gain admission; they could send her to study abroad. But she didn’t want to undermine her daughter’s confidence, so she personally came to take care of her daughter’s daily needs.

Hard work did not betray those who are earnest, and six months later, she was accepted into University B.

Of course, that was a story for later.

After Zhao Dong left, feeling further aggrieved, he posted on the internet, claiming that a female college student, to lead a better life, had sold her body and was involved with several men. Despite the reporting, the school leaders not only failed to take action against her but also protected her out of self-interest, and instead punished the whistleblower.

He posted on a popular website, and although he did not name names, he intentionally or not hinted at University B. Moreover, he included a few photos—the same ones he had posted on the campus network. Originally, the photos on his computer and phone had been deleted, but since the post, many had downloaded them, and Zhao Dong had obtained them from others.

Even though the photos were pixelated, anyone familiar could recognize at a glance that the person in the post was Qinglan.

The post touched on a sensitive topic of the time and caused an uproar as soon as it was published. In a short period of time, the shares surpassed 10,000, with countless likes, and the comments section exploded.

Self-proclaimed defenders of justice emerged to sharply criticize University B and Qinglan, and some even cyberbullied her, conducting a human flesh search. If Jin Enxi hadn’t discovered it in time and protected Qinglan’s information, her identity as the Shen Family’s daughter would have been exposed immediately.

Though Qinglan’s exposure would have instantly dispelled the rumors, there’s a difference between offering one’s identity willingly and being outed.

"An, the internet is blowing up. Should I take down these websites?" Jin Enxi browsed the web pages, looking at various indecent comments with a calm expression, but what she suggested was shocking, considering that it wasn’t just one website, but several. Taking them down all at once sounded as easy as taking a sip of water to her.

Qinglan held a paintbrush in hand, drawing on paper as she felt inspired to do so that day. She had come to Shangya Garden and found that Jin Enxi was already at her house, staying in the spare room.

"An, what do you plan to do about this? If you ask me, just reveal your Shen Family daughter identity. Why hide when you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of?" Jin Enxi couldn’t understand Qinglan’s approach—if it were her, she would have come clean long ago to avoid all these issues.

In fact, Jin Enxi still didn’t understand why Qinglan, after leading them to dismantle that fearsome organization with just a handful of people, didn’t choose to live a carefree life but instead returned to Z nation to look for relatives.

All of them were orphans, taken from orphanages under the guise of adoption and sent to that organization, unlike Qinglan, who had been kidnapped.

"An, did you hear what I said?" Jin Enxi wondered if Qinglan was too absorbed in her painting to listen.

"I heard you. There’s no need to black out the websites. Blacking out the campus network didn’t attract attention, but doing so to so many at the same time will cause a lot of trouble. My identity won’t stay hidden for long, so I’ll enjoy the peace while it lasts," Qinglan finally responded.

They spoke in English; although Jin Enxi’s Mandarin was excellent, she still preferred speaking English.