Hospital.

Lin Fengzi and the others all arrived, as did Ruan Chen.

Bai Jiaojiao's face was fine; the hospital said she could be observed overnight and leave the next day.

Ruan Chen's computer was on the table, and everyone had read the whole story.

Lin Fengzi's jaw tightened, forming a hard and angry curve.

Bai Jiaojiao was still confused and asked softly, "Why did she do that?"

In Bai Jiaojiao's opinion, this was really a trivial matter—both parties could just apologize to each other. She didn't understand why Ruan Yunhan would twist the truth and throw scalding coffee at her.

"Because she is quite ill."

Lin Fengzi closed her computer screen, leaned against the table, tapped the surface lightly with her index finger, lowered her eyes, and analyzed the situation methodically in a deep voice.

"She craves attention and likes to be the center of attention. Her family relationships during her upbringing must have been very disharmonious. At least one of her parents suffered from severe emotional deprivation, but she desperately craved the recognition and acknowledgment of the missing parent."

“In my interactions with her, I also discovered that she either places herself in a dominant and powerful position or in the position of a victim—because for her, the identity of a victim is also a powerful weapon, and in fact, it is a means for her to advance by retreating.”

“I don’t know about her upbringing, but I guess that in her family life, even if she lacked the love of one parent, she would have the other parent’s almost doting affection to make up for that missing part. Over time, this fostered her spoiled habits, and when being assertive didn’t get her what she wanted, she would quickly show weakness to gain sympathy, and the person who doted on her would immediately satisfy her.”

“Histrionic personality disorder, and also pseudo-personality disorder,” Lin Fengzi shook her head. “What she really needs is a psychologist—I think she knows that herself, but she will never admit that she has a mental illness.”

Bai Jiaojiao, who studied science and engineering, only vaguely understood one meaning after half a day.

That woman is indeed sick.

"So we can't entirely blame her, right?"

Lin Fengzi glanced at Ruan Chen, who had been sitting silently in the corner the whole time.

Only after he finished speaking did he realize that, given the Ruan family's situation, Ruan Yunhan was clearly the favored one, but she had shown obvious psychological problems.

What about Ruan Chen?

Her living conditions were only worse than Ruan Yunhan's, yet she acted perfectly normal.

It's normal, but it feels a bit deliberate.

For example, at this moment, she seemed not to hear anything, focusing intently on her phone.

But what's so appealing about screen savers?

Lin Fengzi suddenly felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe, and her hands, which were supporting her on the table, began to tremble.

Ruan Chen happened to look up at him, and in his eyes, which were always cool, lay emotions that Lin Fengzi couldn't understand.

Lin Fengzi turned around hastily, rubbed her eyes, and answered Bai Jiaojiao's question, "Our family of origin is a root that we cannot escape, but the branches that grow from it, the flowers that bloom, and the fruits that bear are ultimately determined by ourselves."

Bai Jiaojiao nodded as if she understood but not quite.

Lin Fengzi took a deep breath, clearing her mind of the jumbled emotions, and walked to Ruan Chen's side—she leaned back in her chair, no longer looking at her phone, listlessly staring into space.

Lin Fengzi glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.

No wonder she looked so listless.

"Why don't you go back first? I'll stay with Jiaojiao tonight."

Ruan Chen looked up at him, her voice a little hoarse, "I'll go with you, but it's inconvenient for you."

"No need, everyone is quite tired," came Bai Jiaojiao's soft voice. "I'm fine, and besides, there are three caregivers here. You should all go back."

“Alright then,” Lin Fengzi stretched and nudged Ruan Chen, “Let’s go? Let’s pick up Jiaojiao together first thing tomorrow morning. Your family has hired three caregivers, so it’s fine.”

He dragged Ruan Chen away, escorted her to the door of 1307, and waved goodbye.

But Lin Fengzi didn't go back to her room; instead, she went downstairs to hail a taxi.

"Go to the hospital."

If he doesn't come back, Ruan Chen definitely won't leave.

Ruan Chen couldn't fall asleep for a while, so she casually browsed the web, looking at the latest trending topics and news, waiting for the sleepiness to come on its own.

A headline that was originally at the bottom was suddenly pushed to the top and quickly turned red.

This indicates that a large amount of traffic suddenly flowed into this topic.

Ruan Chen glanced at the headline for a few seconds: "[Rich girl publicly slaps someone on Figuland Street]"

She saw the trending topic this afternoon, went in and took a quick look. It was about the scene that Ruan Yunhan and Xiao Qiu had made a scene in front of a shop on Figuland Street that afternoon, which was filmed and posted online.

However, since the incident occurred in the US, it didn't generate much buzz.

The video angle wasn't clear at the time, and the comments below were all complaints about the blogger's shaky camera making people dizzy.

How come the buzz has surged so dramatically in just half a day? Ruan Yunhan can't be so stupid as to use this kind of buzz to promote herself, can she?

Ruan Chen had swiped past it, hesitated for a moment, then switched back to the interface and clicked to enter.

The video was different from the one she saw this afternoon.

The high-definition camera captured every expression of Ruan Yunhan clearly—the mocking smile at the corner of her mouth, the venomous light in her eyes.

In addition, there are two more videos.

The first part is set in a shop, where the shop assistant explains the background of why Ruan Yunhan's clothes are counterfeit.

The second video is of the vultures vandalizing a group of people tonight, and also shows that expensive piece of clothing twisting and deforming in the firelight.

The blogger didn't even post any written explanation, but a clear story was already unfolding before everyone's eyes.

[As expected of the US; if they can't afford it, they dare to loot, vandalize, and burn.]

The girl who got slapped is so pitiful; she was just trying to be kind by giving him clothes.

Does anyone recognize this person from back then? She looks vaguely familiar, but the makeup is way too much.

[It seems to be students from our college who went to the US to participate in a competition. I have the official website address for the competition; go check it out and see if you see anyone who looks the same.]

[There really is one. Do you think it's someone surnamed Ruan?]

[How could such trashy students be in the First Affiliated Hospital? Look at the first paragraph, they act all respectable in front of others, but as soon as they step outside, they turn on you and openly assault you. And at night, they're even worse—if they can't afford it, they'll destroy it?]

[Let's form a formation, tag the official account of the First Affiliated Hospital, and expel this trash student!]

[He must be fired! He's brought shame upon himself internationally!]

[Seriously, can't we put her in jail? I'm so angry!]

As more and more people clicked on the link, another trending topic exploded in popularity: "Shocking! It has been confirmed that the girl who delivered the dress on Figuland Street committed suicide in her apartment!"

Once this post went viral, the comments section erupted in a frenzy of excitement.

Is it really necessary to drive someone to their death?

[Holy crap, isn't this a crime?]

[What a beast! A human life isn't even worth as much as a dress?!]

Ruan Chen felt that something was wrong.

It was all too perfect—three videos, Xiao Qiu's suicide, and a rapid rise in popularity.

She tracked the IPs of several people—the person who posted two trending topics, the person who steered the conversation toward the hospital and the competition, and the person who first said "expulsion" and "crime."

They are the same IP address.

An apartment from country M.

The address was the same as the one Su Ze had sent to Ruan Chen not long ago—the home of the deceased Xiao Qiu.