Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

Looking at the bustling traffic below the hotel, Cheng Zhe let out a very soft sneer, tinged with sarcasm: "I thought he was trying to run a Ponzi scheme to make the pie bigger, but I didn't expect this kid to be so ruthless. He didn't plan to last long at all, and he's just going to rip off the first people who invest."

"Those people were all focused on Zhao Yuxu's high interest rates, little did they know that he had been eyeing their principal from the very beginning."

After hanging up Chen Fengping's call, Cheng Zhe turned around, picked up his coat from the sofa, and glanced at the small bulge under the covers as he passed by the bed.

Shen Yating was still buried in the pillow when he explained his worries and promised to come back soon.

In the car, Cheng Zhe opened the high school classmates' group chat that had been dormant for many years.

Group message notifications kept popping up, and the screen was filled with red dots, clearly indicating that it had been lively for most of the day.

He swiped his finger upwards, and a deluge of messages flooded in, all exposés about Zhao Yu.

"Breaking news! Zhao Yu is a fraud! He's not a rich kid at all!"

"We've found out. His family had already transferred all their assets to Australia long ago; not a single member of the family stayed in China. It was all premeditated!"

"I invested 100,000 yuan! Now I can't even find a trace of them. Calling the police is useless; they've already run away!"

"Chen Fengping! Aren't you his girlfriend? You dare say you didn't know?!"

He simply reminded her, "Stop bothering Chen Fengping. She was also scammed. If you want to collect the debt, go to the police."

After the message was sent, the group was silent for a few seconds, then it exploded again.

Cheng Zhe didn't look at it again and directly set the group message to Do Not Disturb.

He suddenly picked up his phone again and opened the chat window with Zhao Yu.

The chat window remained open to the previous party invitation. Cheng Zhe sent a message: "Zhao Yu, you're pretty ruthless."

When the notification popped up that the message had been successfully sent, he didn't hold out any hope. He even thought that he had already been blocked by the other party. After all, Zhao Yu should be a pariah now, and all possible troubles should have been eliminated long ago.

Unexpectedly, the message was not rejected; the message lay quietly in the chat box, waiting for a reply.

Just two minutes later, the phone vibrated, and a message from Zhao Yu popped up, extremely arrogant: "Cheng Zhe? Haha, you really understand me. Smart people prey on fools; this society is all about the survival of the fittest!"

Cheng Zhe looked at that line of text and typed another: "What about Chen Fengping? Everyone in the group thinks she's with you, and they're making a scene around her. Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

This time, the chat box fell silent.

Cheng Zhe stared at the screen, watching the "typing" notification at the top appear and disappear repeatedly, one second, two seconds... five minutes.

Finally, Zhao Yu's message arrived slowly, tinged with a deliberate helplessness and a hint of feigned affection: "Chen Fengping... I truly feel sorry for her, and I can't bear to part with her."

"Sigh, she's beautiful, but stupid."

"But my family's business in Australia has run into big problems, and we can't fill the hole. I have no choice but to take this step."

"I'm reluctantly parting with her. From now on, I'm entrusting this beautiful woman to your care, brother."

Cheng Zhe was about to press him for an explanation, wanting to know what he meant by "asking him to take care of you".

A red notification suddenly popped up on the screen: "The message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it."

He was stunned for a moment, then realized that Zhao Yu had blocked him immediately after sending those words.

When Cheng Zhe drove to the park, he saw a slender figure huddled on a bench in the distance. Chen Fengping was sitting there all alone.

She exuded a fragile vulnerability, her long hair falling over her shoulders, obscuring her face, and she didn't even notice the wind ruffling her hair.

Cheng Zhe walked over very quietly. He didn't rush to speak, but stood a few steps away from the bench, watching her stare blankly at the fallen leaves.

He knew that any further questions at this moment would be like a sharp blade. The insults in the group chat, Zhao Yu's betrayal, and the loss of his principal had already overwhelmed this flamboyant and vain woman.

Perhaps the footsteps were too clear, or perhaps she was already preoccupied, but Chen Fengping suddenly looked up.

The moment their eyes met, the blankness and emptiness in her eyes shattered instantly, replaced by a torrent of grievance, like a flood that had been building up for a long time finally finding its outlet.

She didn't speak, her lips trembled, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down her face without warning.

The next second, she could no longer hold on and suddenly stood up from the bench, almost staggering as she fell into Cheng Zhe's arms.

She hugged him tightly with both arms, buried her face in his shoulder, and finally burst into tears after suppressing them for so long, each sob filled with excruciating pain.

"Cheng Zhe..." Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears soaked the shoulders of his coat.

"I feel so wronged... I've been scammed..."

Cheng Zhe froze for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and gently patted her back, his movements clumsy but tender.

He didn't interrupt her, but listened quietly, letting her vent all her grievances and pain in his arms.

He turned slightly to the side, using his back to shield her from the wind, his voice deep and steady, carrying a reassuring strength: "I know, I know everything."

These words gave Chen Fengping tremendous support, and she cried even harder, as if she wanted to cry out all the malice she had endured over the past few days.

"They all cursed me...cursed me for being in cahoots with Zhao Yu, for helping him swindle money..." she choked up.

"I really didn't... I also invested money, I put in all my savings from the past few years... I thought he was sincere towards me, and I thought the business he talked about was real..."

She cried as she recounted her story in fits and starts, from Zhao Yu's sweet words to her unwavering trust in investing money, and then to the overwhelming insults in the group chat.

Cheng Zhe didn't say those pointless "I reminded you" things, nor did he make those empty promises. He simply handed her a tissue when she was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

His voice was steady: "Being too weak will ruin your health."

Once Chen Fengping's crying subsided, Cheng Zhe took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her, saying calmly, "Take a look at this."

The screen displayed his chat history with Zhao Yu, from Zhao Yu's arrogant boasting to the hypocritical "please take care of me," and finally the red rejection notification, every word of which was clearly visible to Chen Fengping.

Chen Fengping's gaze swept across the screen, and her face, which had been streaked with tears, gradually lost its color, leaving only a pale face.

Her finger unconsciously hovered over the phrase "She's beautiful and stupid" on the screen. Her lips moved, but she didn't say a word, falling into a deathly silence.

Seeing her distraught state, Cheng Zhe didn't rush her. He simply put away his phone and said softly, "Let me take you home. It's windy outside, don't catch a cold."

"Wait a minute." Chen Fengping suddenly spoke up. She raised her head and stared straight at Cheng Zhe, her eyes filled with a stubborn determination.

"Cheng Zhe, do you like me?"

Cheng Zhe was taken aback, not expecting her to ask such a question at this moment.

Chen Fengping, however, seemed convinced of something and pressed on, "Did you try to steal me from Zhao Yu before? Did you want me to break up with him?"

Cheng Zhe looked at the stubbornness in her eyes and knew that arguing with her at this moment would be useless, so he simply nodded gently and went along with her words without explaining further.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Chen Fengping's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

She sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face haphazardly, and said, "Then...then I'm single now."