My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

"What, what do you mean?"

Without a doubt, Xia Anmian was stunned when she heard Wang Jianguo say this.

No matter how calm she tried to be, she couldn't accept it.

"Ugh!"

Wang Jianguo sighed and then handed the document bag marked "Top Secret" to Xia Anmian.

Xia Anmian took the kraft paper envelope, and paused slightly when her fingers touched the confidentiality label on the seal.

She didn't tear it open immediately, but turned the envelope over and looked at the back.

There was nothing there.

The white kraft paper was smooth and cold, like a stone without warmth.

Wang Jianguo had already turned his gaze to the outside of the car window, as if to give her enough private space.

The carriage was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of airflow from the air conditioning vents and the muffled hum of traffic passing by on the elevated road in the distance.

Xia Anmian took a deep breath and tore open the seal.

She pulled a thick stack of A4 papers from the envelope, with a photo on top—Jiang Yi's profile in a Luckin Coffee shop, the same profile photo Gu Qinghan had sent her.

The photo was printed very clearly; even the word "Luckin Coffee" on the coffee cup in front of him was clearly visible.

Xia Anmian stared at the photo for about three seconds, then turned to the next page.

The second page is a screenshot of a chat log.

The account name was "Baby," and the profile picture was... a profile picture she recognized.

That was the picture Jiang Yi changed last year, a pure black image. He said, "Simple and convenient."

The other person's contact name was "Cold".

The chat logs date back to last summer and have continued intermittently for several months.

"Baby, what are you doing?" This was said by "Han".

"Thinking of you, my wife." That's what "Baby" replied.

Xia Anmian's finger paused on that line of text, her fingertip applying slight pressure, as if she were rubbing a piece of sandpaper.

Her expression didn't change much, but her breathing rhythm changed.

The steady, even breathing turned into shorter, more labored gasps that required pursing the lips to control.

She turned to the next page.

The third page is still filled with chat logs.

This time, the other person's contact name was "Little Moon," and "Baby's" reply was:

"Honey, you just had surgery, so don't go out and run around. Just rest at home."

"Don't overthink it."

"I miss you."

Xia Anmian's eyelashes drooped down, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

Her lips were slightly pursed, the corners of her mouth neither turned up nor down, just a very flat line.

But her usually bright and sharp eyes, which looked like two small knives when she looked at people, seemed to be veiled by a thin mist at this moment, and her focus was not on the paper, but on some very, very far place.

In that big boy.

She turned another page.

Page 4.

Page 5.

Page 6.

Each page contains chat logs from different people.

Those who are labeled "Sweetheart" have conversations that took place last autumn and are ambiguous in content;

There are also those who are called "sister" in the chat history, which is very short, only a few days' worth, but the way they address each other has changed to "darling".

Xia Anmian turned the pages one by one, at a moderate pace.

But her hands were shaking.

It wasn't the kind of violent, obvious tremor, but rather a very subtle vibration that could only be seen if you were close enough to her.

Her fingertips pressed against the edge of the paper, causing it to tremble slightly and make a soft rustling sound.

Page seven is a summary table of transfer records.

The densely packed numbers filled the entire A4 sheet of paper, like a swarm of black ants crawling from one end of the paper to the other.

Su Xiaoyue: 1,382,000 yuan.

Gu Qinghan: 1,200,000 yuan.

Other miscellaneous transfers: approximately 30 yuan.

Total: Approximately 2,600,000 yuan.

Xia Anmian stared at the number "2,600,000" for a long time.

In the dim light inside the car, the number looked like it had been branded onto the paper, burning her eyes with scalding heat.

She finally spoke, her voice soft, with a slight tremor that she tried her best to control but couldn't suppress.

"Two...two million six hundred thousand?"

Wang Jianguo turned his gaze away from the car window, glanced at her, and sighed softly.

"This is only what we can find. There are also some payments made in cash, with gift cards, or through third-party payment agents, which are not included. The actual amount will only be more than this."

Xia Anmian put down the transfer summary sheet and turned to the last page.

The last page is a brief investigation report, only a few hundred words long, coldly stating a fact in official, emotionless language:

Jiang Yi, male, 22 years old, is a third-year student at the School of Computer Science, Tsinghua University and Peking University.

An investigation revealed that, starting in [Month, Year], the student maintained inappropriate relationships with multiple women simultaneously through social media, accumulating approximately 260 million yuan in illicit gains.

The relevant evidence has been secured and is awaiting further processing.

Xia Anmian put the paper back into the envelope, and then arranged all the pages one by one in the same order as before.

The cover photo, chat screenshots, transfer summary, and investigation report were neatly stacked together and then stuffed back into the envelope.

She sealed the envelope, placed it on her lap, and folded her hands over it.

Then she looked up at the gray sky outside the car window.

The sky in Shanghai is lower than in Beijing; the clouds are very low, as if they might collapse at any moment.

The buildings on both sides of the elevated road appeared dim and blurry under the gray-white skylight, like a watercolor painting that had been soaked in water, with all the colors blended together and the boundaries indistinguishable.

Xia Anmian did not cry.

Her eyes were red, and the tip of her nose was also a little red, but no tears fell.

She sat there quietly, her hands folded on the thick brown paper envelope, as if attending a funeral that she herself did not know when it had started.

The silence inside the car lasted for a long time.

Wang Jianguo wanted to speak several times, but seeing Xia Anmian's expression, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He has known Xia Anmian for over ten years, ever since she was a little girl.

He had seen her cry because she didn't do well on a test, seen her remain silent for a long time because of her mother's death, seen her act spoiled and unreasonable in front of her grandfather, and seen her stand up to her father.

But he had never seen her like this before.

She was like a void left after something had been uprooted from her body.

"Sleep well." Wang Jianguo finally spoke, his voice very soft, as if he were soothing a sleeping baby. "There's something I think you should know."

Xia Anmian didn't turn her head, still looking at the gray sky outside the car window. But she tilted her head slightly, an angle that indicated she was listening.

"We checked his social media accounts," Wang Jianguo said. "The people he added, Su Xiaoyue, Gu Qinghan, and several others, all come from families that are not ordinary."

The Su family's foreign trade company has annual revenue in the hundreds of billions, the Gu family has businesses in several provinces in southern China, and the other girls' families are basically at the same level.

Xia Anmian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Logically speaking, children from families like theirs should have their social media accounts protected." Wang Jianguo spoke slowly, as if he was carefully choosing his words.

"The National Security Bureau has a dedicated system that filters and blocks abnormal add requests from these accounts. Requests from strangers generally don't even reach them; they're automatically blocked by the system."

"But," he paused, "this system is too outdated. It was repaired about three years ago and required three days of maintenance. It was during those three days that your boyfriend added Su Xiaoyue, Gu Qinghan, and several other people's accounts."

Wang Jianguo glanced at Xia Anmian as he finished speaking.

Her expression remained unchanged, but the fingers on the envelope tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.

Wang Jianguo continued talking, but Xia Anmian completely ignored him at this moment.

That number was all she could think about.

three years ago!

She and Jiang Yi have only known each other for less than three years.

So, did Jiang Yi meet other women while he was dating me?

Or rather, he was actually accepting himself in real life while having an online romance!

Why?

Why?

Xia Anmian couldn't understand it!

What Xia Anmian couldn't understand even more was:

This is his first time dating!

I check Jiang Yi's phone almost every day, and I check his social media accounts every day.

This state lasted for a year.

How could he possibly have the opportunity to go online...?

Flirting!

She majored in internet-related fields, so how could she not have detected that Jiang Yi had a secondary account?

She even checked Jiang Yi's internet search history and privacy system.

She has absolute confidence in her skills!

With such intense flirting, there's absolutely no way I wouldn't notice!

"Something's fishy about this!"