029 The Truth Behind It All!

2 a.m.

This was supposed to be the time when internet traffic reached its lowest ebb.

The news of Zhang Chuchu’s hospitalization had begun to lose its momentum, the heat slowly dissipating.

Yet precisely at this moment, a video swept across the web like a storm, spreading at lightning speed.

In the video, there were three pairs of feet. They approached and retreated, moving across a floor lit with dazzling, multicolored lights—a clear sign that they were dancing.

The opening was mundane, almost tedious.

But at the tenth second, the pointed toe of a high heel suddenly stretched towards the person wearing a Zen robe, evidently aiming to kick and injure them.

From this angle, the feet beside the Zen robe seemed ready to exert force as well.

To ensure the high heel succeeded, its owner even used her hands.

It was unmistakably a classic scenario: someone sandwiched in the middle, targeted for harm.

The video stunned the online community.

The background music.

The familiar costumes.

Wasn’t this the live broadcast of the girl group’s central stage?

“What the hell is going on?”

“Is this really the girl group’s live broadcast?”

“Wow, those pointed leather shoes—aren’t those the ones worn by Luo Zhen?”

“So, does this mean Su Yunjin was actually the victim, and Luo Zhen and Zhang Chuchu got what they deserved?”

“Ugh, disgusting! And Zhang Chuchu pretended to be aggrieved, claiming everything was fine. If someone did that to me, I’d slap them right then!”

Fury erupted.

The netizens were outraged.

Especially those who had previously been swept up in the wave and lashed out at Su Yunjin—they now felt manipulated.

They had believed Su Yunjin, an unknown, had been lifted to fame by connections, using her influence to harm Zhang Chuchu and Luo Zhen.

But the reality exposed by the video was entirely different. At its end, Su Yunjin simply sensed danger and dodged.

Unable to evade, she pushed Zhang Chuchu in desperation.

In the footage, Su Yunjin moved slowly, while Zhang Chuchu exaggerated her reactions.

With the earlier leaked video online, everything became clear: Zhang Chuchu’s hospitalization was nothing but a gimmick, a ploy to exploit people’s kindness!

The condemnations poured in. Those who had once supported Zhang Chuchu now flooded her social media with insults.

“So scheming!”

“Thank goodness for the cameras—otherwise, we’d all have been fooled by you.”

“Ha, you call others ‘white lotus’ but you’re the real manipulator. Enough already.”

“Disgusting. I never want to see this woman again. Hospitalized? She’s probably out enjoying herself somewhere.”

The outcry was relentless.

Yet some of Zhang Chuchu’s fans refused to surrender.

“This isn’t real.”

“Our Chuchu isn’t like that.”

“That’s right, I believe in Chuchu. That pale, distressed look can’t be faked.”

Her fans clung stubbornly to their denial.

But regardless of their protests, the now clear-eyed netizens would not turn a blind eye.

Since the fans wouldn’t believe, the netizens brought forth evidence.

They compared every detail—from the costumes Zhang Chuchu and Luo Zhen wore on stage to the unique mark on the shoes.

Faced with irrefutable proof, Zhang Chuchu’s fans abandoned her in droves.

Still, some diehard fans refused to accept reality.

“So what if it’s true? Chuchu didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Exactly! Maybe she just happened to step there.”

“So, our Zhen didn’t touch Su Yunjin, but that woman pretended to be hurt. What a joke!”

“I agree. She’s using her injured foot for sympathy—such scheming! They’re all the same.”

These diehard fans would not admit Zhang Chuchu’s maliciousness, even with the evidence staring them in the face.

Some even shifted blame onto Su Yunjin, claiming her injured foot was just an act, a bid for sympathy.

With the facts laid bare, their denial only fueled the anger of countless netizens.

In an instant, the fans of Zhang Chuchu and Luo Zhen began to plummet.

Fifty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

One hundred fifty thousand.

In less than half an hour, both Zhang Chuchu and Luo Zhen lost over three hundred thousand followers each on their social media!

...

The Lu household.

At this moment, Lu Yiqing was also watching the news online.

His brows were furrowed, and “displeasure” was written plainly across his face.

“Yiqing, how should we handle this?” Pei Xuan, beside him, was equally upset.

He knew Lu Yiqing well—his anger wasn’t directed at Su Yunjin, but at Zhang Chuchu and Luo Zhen.

This matter could have been resolved quietly.

Yet, thanks to those two stirring things up behind the scenes, it had blown up dramatically!

As for the footage from Camera 4, they didn’t even need to know its source.

Whenever the Seven Sects wanted, they would receive backups of all video evidence.

Moreover, Lu Yiqing had intentionally given Su Yunjin a backup of Camera 4, just in case.

He hadn’t expected Zhang Chuchu and her allies to attack so swiftly!

“Release their contracts. After the PR cleanup, let them pack up and leave!”

Lu Yiqing spoke through gritted teeth.

He disliked artists who acted on their own, especially those who presumed to guess his intentions.

Therefore, whether it was Zhang Chuchu or Luo Zhen, he wanted neither of them—absolutely not!

...

The Fu family.

Fu Lin was still awake.

Ever since learning Su Yunjin was single, he had thrown himself into researching the trending topics.

Seeing his grandson so invested, Fu Xingguo was immensely satisfied.

Smiling, he spoke slowly, “Though little Yunjin suffered some grievances, this incident has been a tremendous help to us.”

“How so, Grandpa?” Fu Lin asked in confusion.

“Haha, you silly boy. You never pay attention to the inner workings of the circle.” Fu Xingguo affectionately patted Fu Lin’s head, then explained, “No one understands those seven old monsters from the Seven Sects better than I do.

They may be formidable in many ways, but their protectiveness is unmatched.

When little Yunjin descended the mountain, she wouldn’t have been allowed out unless the Lu family personally invited her.

Since the Lu family brought the girl down, they should have safeguarded her.

Now, regardless of whether it’s Lu Yuanhang or Lu Yiqing, they’ve failed to protect her.

The alliance between the Lu family and the Seven Sects is not yet settled, but the Seven Sects have already lost face. Tell me, from what angle would they be willing to continue the marriage alliance?”

“Then... what does Yunjin think?” Fu Lin asked cautiously.

It was the twenty-first century; he didn’t care about the so-called childhood betrothal between Su Yunjin and Lu Yiqing.

What he cared about was Su Yunjin’s own feelings.

If Su Yunjin were bound by a marriage contract, his affection would be for naught.

He needed to know—after suffering such injustice, would a little coaxing from Lu Yiqing suffice?

Or would any goodwill from the Lu family be enough?