At night, Uncle Xie received a call from Ma Kai and learned that Xie Qian had revealed on Weibo that she had been sexually assaulted by Teacher Li.
Uncle Xie, who has never used Weibo, specially downloaded a Weibo app and went to Xie Qian's homepage to see what was going on.
Only then did he realize that Xie Qian not only posted a short essay, but also left ambiguous remarks in the comment section.
When a fan asked her, "This kind of thing is like a scar. No matter how long it's been, as long as you open it, it will bleed. "Xixi, has anyone around you mentioned this again? This person has no good intentions."
Xie Qian not only didn't shy away from the issue, but personally responded to the fan: "This isn't my friend's fault. She suffered a head injury and memory loss, so she doesn't remember what happened. She only remembers me stuffing photos into L's desk, so she misunderstood me and framed L. The trouble is, the police and L's parents believed it and are now investigating me, which is quite troublesome."
It would have been fine if Xie Xi hadn't expressed her opinion, but once she did, the comment section exploded.
First Floor: [What! The police actually believed the testimony of a patient with amnesia?]
Second Floor: [Oh my god! Xixi is clearly the victim, but now she is being suspected of being a suspect. Is there any justice in the world?!]
Third Floor: [They didn't arrest the unethical teacher who hurt Sissi back then, but now they're investigating Sissi. These hat guys are simply wicked!]
Fourth Floor: [L committed suicide a long time ago out of fear of punishment. The dead can't speak. Xixi can't find a way to prove her innocence. I really feel sorry for Xixi. I'm almost crying. Xixi is such a good girl, but she is being suspected!]
Fifth Floor: [That friend of Xixi's is so disgusting! Could it be that she's jealous of Xixi's fame and is deliberately trying to ruin her?]
Sixth Floor: [I graduated from Qingshi No. 15 Middle School. Xie Qian and I were in the same grade but different classes. I have a rough idea of who the friend with the head injury she mentioned is.]
Seventh Floor: [Upstairs, I think I know too...]
...
Xie Qian is an artist and she is very smart.
Doesn't she know that what she said would anger her fans and lead them to attack the police and Teacher Li's parents?
Now, the crazy fans in the comment section are divided into two groups.
One group of people were scolding the police for being confused, while another group was scolding the friend for being mean.
Driven by the so-called "classmates", fans began to uncover Xie Baotao's true identity.
When fans go crazy, there is no bottom line. They will soon find all the information about Xie Xi and Xie Baotao and launch an online crusade against her.
There are even more extreme fans who will even retaliate against Xie Baotao offline in order to avenge Xie Qian!
The more he thought about it, the more frightened Uncle Xie became.
He quickly put on his coat and drove to the hospital.
The ward was pitch black, and Xie Qian was already fast asleep. Uncle Xie didn't turn on the lights, but groped his way to the bedside. Without a word, he raised his hand and slapped Xie Qian hard on the shoulder.
He originally wanted to slap Xie Xi in the face, but when he thought about Xie Xi's head injury, he couldn't bear it.
"ah!"
Xie Qian was dreaming. In her dream, Teacher Li asked her with tears in her eyes, "Why didn't you even let my parents go?"
Xie Qian knew it was a dream, but she couldn't wake up.
Uncle Xie's slap just happened to wake Xie Qian up.
Xie Qian covered her violently beating chest and gasped for breath.
It took a moment for reality to sink in.
Xie Qian rubbed her shoulders, realizing she had been beaten again. She looked up and roared at Xie Zongbin, "Dad! What are you doing this crazy thing so late at night?"
Xie Xi had never been beaten so much in her life as she had been in the past two days.
She had always been the treasure of Xie Zongbin, and she certainly couldn't accept being slapped twice by her father within a few days.
Uncle Xie threw the phone into Xie Qian's arms and yelled, "Look at what you've done!"
Xie Qian picked up her phone, glanced at it casually, and said indifferently, "You came here in the middle of the night to accuse me, just for this?"
Uncle Xie was annoyed by Xie Qian's nonchalant attitude.
He saw through Xie Qian's motives and asked her, "Are you deliberately using cyberbullying to deal with Officer Shen?"
"Do you know that by doing this, you will bring endless trouble to Teacher Li's parents and Taotao?"
Xie Qian had no idea she was wrong and was even agitated. She shouted confidently, "So what! It was Xie Baotao who got me in trouble first!"
"If she hadn't lied to Officer Shen, would I have been locked up here because of my injuries? I'm now restricted from leaving the country, and all my work has been suspended! Do you know how much financial loss I've suffered?"
"Song Jingcheng is not a good person either. You went to his house to plead for me, but he still refused to help me make the phone call. He keeps saying that he feels guilty towards our family. If he really feels guilty, he should do his best to help me! Instead of standing by and watching me suffer and doing nothing!"
"What's wrong with me posting on Weibo?"
"I just want to use the power of my fans to force Officer Shen to bow his head!"
Uncle Xie was stunned.
He stared at Xie Xi for a long time with complicated eyes, as if he didn't recognize his own daughter, before accepting the painful fact -
His daughter is a naturally selfish and indifferent person.
"Xie Xi, you are really hopeless!"
Uncle Xie's eyes turned red with anger. He said bitterly, "Young people are at a stage where they can't distinguish right from wrong and are often emotionally charged. What you said will incite their anger and lead to unimaginable consequences!"
"They might even seek revenge on Teacher Li's parents because of you! And hurt Xie Baotao!"
"Xie Xi, how can you be so vicious?"
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