The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Once Su Qingyao enters a learning state, she becomes completely immersed in it, and everything around her seems to be turned down.

She lowered her eyes, the pen tip scratching across the paper, her mind filled with physical diagrams.

She was completely unaware of the subtle prying and whispering around her.

Zhang Miaoke sensed it.

She frowned, glanced around, and saw many people hurriedly lower their heads when they met her gaze, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

Not right.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately took out her phone and opened the student forum that she hadn't had time to check for several days.

The title of the top post was like a poisoned needle, piercing her eyes.

Let's take a closer look at that "pure goddess" from the Physics Department.

The phrase "pure goddess" was emphasized in bold, carrying a strong sense of irony.

Zhang Miaoke's fingertips felt cold as she clicked on the button.

The main text did not name names, but the image described between the lines—excellent grades, outstanding appearance, aloof temperament, always alone—all pointed to Su Qingyao.

The original poster wrote in a seemingly objective but actually malicious tone:

I thought she was an ethereal, otherworldly ideal, but it turns out she's a mistress who partyes every night and has a chaotic lifestyle.

They always get out of different luxury cars late at night, and the men in the cars never show their faces. They must be wealthy men in their forties or fifties with big bellies.

This is truly a moral decay and a distortion of humanity.

Below are some candid photos.

In the darkness, the girl walked away from a black car.

The resolution wasn't high, and there was no clear view of her face, but the slender figure, the familiar clothes, and even the style of the backpack were all Su Qingyao.

The post has already gone on for hundreds of replies, filled with vulgar and offensive language.

"How much per session? DM me, price is negotiable."

"You should have said so earlier! Never replying to letters, what's with the high and mighty act? I'd just throw money at you, wouldn't that solve everything?"

"I'm a classmate passing by. No wonder she's never in the dorm on weekends, she's always 'busy with work'."

"Looks innocent, but plays quite the tricks."

Zhang Miaoke's face flushed instantly, and her fingers trembled with anger.

Without any hesitation, she immediately transformed into a fully-fledged online troll, furiously typing out her retort:

"OP, did you even have a mother to give birth to you? You can make up baseless stories from just a few pictures. If you're so good at making things up, why don't you go write novels?"

"Those guys upstairs spewing filth, how dark and despicable must they be in real life to seek attention online?"

"Do you know that taking photos without consent is illegal? Do you know that it infringes on your portrait rights? Get ready to receive a lawyer's letter!"

She types fast and hard, her phone clattering loudly as she hits it, radiating an aura of "I'll tear apart anyone who dares to insult my sister."

The commotion finally made Su Qingyao, who was engrossed in her notes, look up.

She asked in a slightly bewildered voice, "Miao Ke, what's wrong? What are you doing, in such a hurry?"

Zhang Miaoke paused, bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then turned the phone screen towards her and spoke quickly in a low voice.

"Someone's spreading rumors about you on the forum, saying really nasty things... I know that's Young Master Wen's car, Yao Yao, why don't you just take this opportunity to announce it publicly? That'll shut these people up!"

Su Qingyao's gaze fell on the screen.

At first she was confused, then the color gradually faded from her face.

Those malicious speculations, lewd fantasies, and secretly taken photos... were like a cold tide, instantly drowning her out.

Her pupils were slightly unfocused, and the tips of her fingers gripping the pen were so tight they turned white.

The gazes from all directions suddenly seemed to gain weight, pressing heavily on her.

Those whispers and snooping that I hadn't noticed before now became clear and sharp.

She even vaguely heard other voices, from a more distant past, mingled with those before her eyes—

"I heard her dad's company went bankrupt and he jumped off a building..."

"She looks so clean and pretty, why not just use her to pay off the debt..."

"It's her honor to have been chosen. With such a huge debt, what's with the airs? Does she think she's some rich heiress...?"

Su Qingyao closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, she managed a pale smile.

She heard her own voice, light and weak, "It's okay, Miaoke, a clear conscience fears no accusation."

She lowered her head again, wanting to continue reading, but the words on the paper were all swaying and distorted.

The whispers, like countless buzzing insects, burrowed into her ears and gnawed at her nerves.

Her face grew paler and paler, and even her lips lost their color.

Finally, she slammed the book shut.

"Miao Ke," she stood up, her voice trembling slightly, "I...I'm not feeling well, I'm going back to my dorm."

After saying that, she didn't even wait for Zhang Miaoke's response, nor did she look at Wen Yu diagonally in front of her. She grabbed her backpack and hurried towards the library exit as if fleeing.

Zhang Miaoke was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly packed her things, grabbed her phone and book, and chased after him.

"Yaoyao! Wait for me!"

Just as Su Qingyao got up to leave, Wen Yu slowly lowered his hand that was supporting his face.

The smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes turned icy cold.

The sight of Su Qingyao's pale face, her trembling body, and her slender figure fleeing were all burning into his eyes.

What's wrong with the baby?

He quickly got up and followed, while simultaneously dialing Zhang Miaoke's number.

The phone was answered after only half a ring. Zhang Miaoke's voice was urgent and angry, like a taut string.

"Young Master Wen! Go check the forum! I'm going to chase after Yao Yao!"

forum?

Wen Yu didn't stop walking; with long strides, he quickly passed through the narrow passage between the tables and chairs in the reading area.

With his other hand, he swiped his phone screen and clicked on the forum he had always looked down upon.

The title of the pinned post, like a poisoned needle, pierced his vision.

His gaze was sharp as he quickly swept over the veiled insults and profanities in the main building, as well as the layers upon layers of vile and offensive malicious speculations and insults downstairs.

With each line he read, the air pressure around him dropped sharply by one degree, and the ruthlessness in his eyes almost materialized.

Students passing by him didn't even dare to look him in the eye, instinctively shrinking away and avoiding him.

The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the phone, were bulging, and his knuckles were white from the force he was using.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dialed a number directly.

The call connected instantly.

"Forum," he began, his voice a terrifying calm before the storm.

"All negative posts involving Su Qingyao, especially the one currently pinned to the top, will disappear completely within ten minutes."

He walked without stopping, weaving through the noisy crowd at the library entrance, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, only absolute control and chilling intent.

"The person who posted this, and those who are jumping around the most and spewing the most vulgarities in the comments."

"Dig up their IP addresses, student IDs, names, family backgrounds, and social connections—everything."

He gave a very slight smile, a hint of sinister malice flashed in his eyes, and his voice was chillingly cold.

"Since they enjoy making up stories with their keyboards so much... let them experience firsthand what it means to 'get into trouble because of what they say' in a complete script."

He is so precious, I can't bear to harm my baby in the slightest, how can I let these trash defile him?

Trash should stay where it's supposed to stay.

Never let it see the light of day again.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu sped up again and started running.

He walked through the tree-lined paths of the campus, his figure creating a gust of wind, and soon caught up with Zhang Miaoke, who was anxiously following ahead.

"Where's Yaoyao?"

His voice was fast and urgent, each word like a taut string.

Zhang Miaoke hurriedly pointed to a small alley on the side, "She just went out of the back gate of Peking University and turned right! I called her but she didn't answer—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yu turned around and rushed over.