After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

As soon as the call connected, Su Mucheng's extremely suppressed, near-collapse sobs came through the receiver. The little wildcat who had been telling dirty jokes and acting cute just half an hour ago seemed to have all her life drained away.

"I'm here. Speak slowly." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep, exuding an extremely powerful sense of calm.

"I didn't... I really didn't kick her out..." Su Mucheng sobbed uncontrollably, her voice hoarse. "That day at the Peking University rehearsal, I actually had a high fever of 38.5 degrees Celsius. When I came out, I saw her standing in the rain, and my heart ached for her."

"I asked Sister Song to buy hot milk tea and gave her the dry towels and umbrellas that the crew had provided. I also put my own coat on her. I was worried that she might have a fever, and even more worried that it wouldn't be safe for a girl to take a taxi alone in the middle of the night, so I specially asked the production team to arrange a car to take her home."

Su Mucheng's tone was filled with extreme despair and incomprehension: "She dropped the milk tea herself because she couldn't hold it properly, I didn't scold her at all! Xun Chuan, why? I clearly treat her like a younger sister, why would she spread such lies and slander me like this?"

Zhu Xun Chuan's eyes were cold and sharp.

Why?

Because there is never any truth in the entertainment industry, only traffic and interests. This so-called die-hard fan "Little Raindrop" is either an extremely twisted paranoid person who wants to destroy things if she doesn't get a response, or she was bribed by Su Mucheng's rival company to deliberately fabricate negative information to destroy this rising star.

A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. Human nature can never withstand a test.

"Stop crying, Mu Cheng." Zhu Xun Chuan interrupted her sobs. "What's your company's PR department doing? This has been going on for two hours, and the company hasn't done anything about it?"

Mentioning the company, Su Mucheng's sobs turned extremely angry and helpless: "Those bastards in the PR department! He said the whole internet is furious right now, the rivals have hired a lot of online trolls, and any attempt to explain will only make things worse. He ordered a complete cooling-off period, confiscated my Weibo account, and forbade me from issuing any clarification statements!"

"It's not just that..." Su Mucheng gritted her teeth, her voice trembling violently, "They're afraid it will affect Jinghong Entertainment's stock price, and Sister Xie isn't in Kyoto right now. The PR director even forced me to release a press release. They want me to hand you over as a shield, to portray that photo of us hugging in the RV as being harassed by a crazy stalker fan, and to make me pretend to be a victim to gain sympathy!"

"And it seems that Star Shine Entertainment is stirring up trouble."

Pushing her own man out to take a bullet for her?

Jinghong Entertainment, despite being a top-tier entertainment company, is nothing more than a makeshift operation, utterly incompetent. The lesson learned from Zhu Xunchuan breaking his wrist and costing him ten million at the film studio clearly hasn't taught Wang Jianye a lesson.

"They dare to touch you!" Zhu Xun Chuan sneered, his tone no longer able to suppress its violence. "It seems that breaking one of his hands last time was too lenient."

"Xun Chuan, don't worry about me!" Su Mucheng anxiously tried to stop him on the other end of the phone. "This cyberbullying is terrible! Some extreme fans have already threatened to dox and find out who that person in the photo is. If you're exposed at Peking University, your studies and life will be ruined! Even if I have to leave the entertainment industry, even if I have to carry this stigma for the rest of my life, I will never let you be involved!"

The girl's resoluteness and protectiveness ignited the fighting spirit within Zhu Xun Chuan's chest like a fire.

Faced with overwhelming online bullying and betrayal and suppression from the company, this girl, who usually relied heavily on him, reacted by saying that she would rather ruin her own career than let him lose his identity.

For this reason alone, Zhu Xunchuan is going to make a huge mess of things today.

"Mu Cheng, listen to me carefully."

Zhu Xun Chuan stood up, walked to the balcony, and looked down at the newly awakened campus of Kyoto University. The morning sunlight fell on his shoulders, but it couldn't melt the coldness in his eyes.

"You are my woman, Zhu Xun Chuan's woman. I will not allow you to suffer in silence!"

Zhu Xun Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a powerful, domineering, and resolute quality that struck Su Mu Cheng's already fragile heart through the receiver.

"Who do keyboard warriors think they are, lecturing my sweet Mu Cheng? The company is playing dead; they're spineless. Should we just ignore it?"

Zhu Xun Chuan gripped the stainless steel railing of the balcony tightly, his knuckles making a crisp cracking sound.

"I'm determined to fight to the bitter end!"

"Stay in your hotel room and don't go anywhere. Don't open the door for anyone. Before sunset today, I'll make that fan who spread the rumors, and those cowards from Xinghui Entertainment, kneel down in front of the entire internet and kowtow to you in apology."

Zhu Xunchuan hung up on Su Mucheng.

He stood on the balcony, his white shirt fluttering in the morning breeze. Without a moment's hesitation, he summoned the system panel in his mind.

[Consume 3000 Respect Points to exchange for an Advanced Intelligence Resource Network.]

A pale blue light screen instantly unfolded before his eyes. Zhu Xun Chuan entered his Weibo ID, "Little Raindrop".

Three seconds.

The system thoroughly investigated this person's ancestors for eighteen generations, all bank statements, hotel records, and multiple accounts, turning them into a dense stream of data that rapidly scrolled across the screen.

Zhu Xun Chuan looked at the transfer records and screenshots of the backend of a certain second-hand trading platform, a cruel sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

My phone started vibrating violently.

Caller ID: Wang Jianye.

"Feed." Zhu Xun Chuan answered the call, his tone icy.

Wang Jianye's voice trembled on the other end of the phone, revealing obvious fear: "Young Master Zhu, this really isn't Xinghui stirring up trouble. Besides, Jinghong Entertainment's PR department isn't taking responsibility. Tianmang Entertainment has gone all out, hiring 50,000 online trolls, and they've locked the trending topics list. If Mu Cheng comes forward to explain now, she'll definitely be torn apart by online harassment. Take my advice, endure this storm, and handling it quietly is the best course of action..."

"Wang Jianye," Zhu Xun Chuan interrupted him directly, his voice not loud, but extremely authoritative, "Does your right wrist still hurt?"

The person on the other end of the phone gasped and fell into a deathly silence.

Zhu Xun Chuan pulled out a lighter with one hand, lit a cigarette, and took a puff: "Don't try to disgust me with your entertainment industry's turtle tactics. Send me Su Mu Cheng's Weibo account and password on my phone within three minutes. Otherwise, I'll buy Xinghui for a hundred million today, and make you sweep the women's restroom tomorrow."

beep.

Zhu Xunchuan hung up the phone immediately.

He turned and went into the dormitory, grabbed the car keys on the table, and walked out.

Lin Yuan was frantic, pacing back and forth, and grabbed him: "Brother Chuan, where are you going? The internet is going crazy with insults! It's all trolls!"

"Let's cause trouble." Zhu Xun Chuan uttered these three words and pushed open the door to leave.