Chapter 178 Cyberbullying
The world is finally quiet.
Yu Ling looked at Zhao Chen's expression of despair, then glanced out the window at the eye-catching "Wangwang Express" truck with a silly-looking Shiba Inu printed on it downstairs...
"Pfft..." She finally couldn't help herself and laughed out loud again. This time she laughed heartily, and tears came out of her eyes.
"Hahaha... shared bikes... Zhao Chen... you... hahaha... can you be any more outrageous?! Hahaha... barbecue grill and beer?! Hahaha..." She bent over with laughter, pointing at Zhao Chen and then pointing out the window.
Zhao Chen watched her laugh so happily, and the last bit of embarrassment in his eyes was replaced by a doting smile. He shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth raised high:
"There's nothing I can do. The guild benefits are too good, and the partners are too enthusiastic."
He walked to the window and made a tiny gesture toward the truck downstairs.
Downstairs, the seemingly unremarkable "Wangwang Express" driver, wearing a work uniform emblazoned with a small Shiba Inu logo, was leaning against the car door, leisurely scrolling through his phone. Upon seeing Zhao Chen's gesture, he immediately put his phone away, stood up straight, and, facing the 16th-floor window, made a perfectly standard and discreet tactical hand signal, typically reserved for special operations forces. Then, he quickly climbed into the cab.
A few seconds later, the truck with a giant grinning Shiba Inu printed on it drove quietly and quickly out of the narrow street, as if it had never appeared, and disappeared without a trace.
Yu Ling's laughter gradually subsided. She looked at the empty street outside the window, and then at the man next to her who had an innocent look on his face, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Zhao Chen," she said, wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, her tone filled with helplessness and indulgence, "Next time... can you ask your 'BBQ and Beer Partner' to change to a more low-key livery?"
"No problem!" Zhao Chen immediately assured, his eyes shining.
"I'll have the guild's art department... uh, no, have our partners redesign it! Make sure it's understated, luxurious, and meaningful!"
He paused, leaned closer to Yu Ling, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of bewitching smile, "For example...print a Q-version portrait of Wangcai?"
Yu Ling rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile again. She looked around the small rental house and her eyes fell on the cardboard box that was almost packed.
"Let's go," she took the initiative to reach out and hold Zhao Chen's warm and dry hand. Her fingers gently tickled his palm, with a hint of long-lost intimacy and relief. "President Zhao, it's time to take your 'guild benefits' home."
Zhao Chen held her hand tightly with his backhand, interlocking his fingers with such force that it seemed as if he was afraid that she would disappear again.
"As you wish, ma'am." He bowed slightly, acting in a very gentlemanly manner, then took her hand and picked up the not-so-heavy cardboard box.
"Let's go home. Wangcai must be getting impatient and wants to try out his new teething toy (shield)."
It was a sunny morning at 16:01 in Genting Highlands.
The aroma of scorched eggs wafted through the kitchen. Zhao Chen, wearing his signature Shiba Inu apron, was struggling with the soft-boiled eggs in the pan, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding to the tip of his nose.
Yu Ling strolled in with a piece of bread in her mouth and fed a piece to him.
"Ah." Zhao Chen didn't even turn his head. He held it in his mouth accurately and said vaguely, "Salt... pass the salt to me, wife."
"Here." Yu Ling stuffed the salt shaker into his hand, and when she saw the silly-smiling Shiba Inu on his apron, she couldn't help but complain:
"Chairman Zhao, your daily routine as the 'Shadow Emperor' is to fight with eggs?"
Zhao Chen flicked his wrist, sprinkled salt precisely, and raised his eyebrows proudly:
"This is called the joy of life, understand? Besides..."
He turned off the heat, scooped the perfect fried egg onto a plate emblazoned with the same Shiba Inu, and handed it to her. "Making breakfast for your wife is a core perk of being the president of the 'Shiba Inu Guild.'"
Yu Ling took the plate and gave him a blank look: "Benefits? I think it's a compulsory subject for joining the club?" The two smiled at each other, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of honey fried eggs.
On the outskirts of Haicheng, in the VIP area of Qingshan Mental Hospital.
The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Gu Qianqian was wearing a loose hospital gown and curled up in the corner of the bed, like a rag doll with its soul sucked out.
A few days ago, she was still able to show off at the Peninsula Hotel wearing Valentino haute couture, but now she doesn't even have the courage to look in the mirror.
On the bedside table, a cracked phone flickered dimly. On the screen, the interface of an anonymous, encrypted forum appeared. Several blurry but recognizable photos were being forwarded like crazy:
Photo 1: In the underground garage of Genting Highlands, Zhao Chen holds Yu Ling’s shoulders as they walk towards the elevator, his profile gentle.
Photo 2: Early morning at the supermarket, Zhao Chen pushes a shopping cart filled with snacks, wearing his silly Shiba Inu apron! Yu Ling is picking fruit nearby, smiling easily.
Photo 3: (Secret angle) On the balcony of 1601, the two of them watched the night view side by side, and Zhao Chen's hand naturally wrapped around Yu Ling's waist.
The caption is blood red and dazzling:
"Shocking revelations! Rich man Zhao Chen has a mistress! The mysterious woman's identity is revealed!"
"Those who know the truth are crying: This woman is the third party who interfered with the relationship between Zhao Chen and Miss Gu Qianqian! Her methods are despicable!"
"Miss Gu was hospitalized for depression! Where is justice?!"
"Zhao Chen and Yu Ling, the mistress, are starting to swipe! Get the scumbag and the bitch out of sight!"
The following comments are disgusting:
"Holy crap! Is that really Zhao Chen? That apron... Pfft! Rich people's taste?"
"I feel so sorry for Gu Qianqian! Has she been driven crazy by the mistress?"
"This woman's name is Yu Ling? The one from Xinghui Technology? She looks innocent, but is she so evil?"
"Know three and you're three! Your whole family will be killed!"
"Find her! Address, phone, workplace! Kill her!"
Gu Qianqian stared intently at the screen, her withered fingers trembling as they traced the vicious curses. The last trace of humanity in her eyes was devoured by madness. A twisted smile appeared on her face, a mixture of resentment and morbid excitement.
"Yu Ling... Zhao Chen... Aren't you two in love? Don't you want to be happy by stepping on the corpses of my Gu family?"
A strange, hoarse laugh erupted from her throat, like a leaking bellows. "I'm done... and you guys can't have an easy time either! Let's go to hell together!"
With trembling hands, she found the highest-priced "Internet-wide Detonation Package" on the crypto forum and contacted the pawnshop with a photo of the only remaining expensive diamond earrings, hidden inside the lining of her underwear. The pawnshop immediately sent a clerk to take the earrings for a very low price, but also gave her a considerable sum. Gu Qianqian used all the proceeds to pay for the package.
"Send it! Send it all over the internet! Buy trending searches! Buy internet trolls! I want to ruin that bitch Yu Ling's reputation! Everyone should condemn her!" She screamed into the phone, her voice shrill and piercing.
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