Chapter 26: Ji Mushan’s Revenge

Chapter 26: Ji Mushan's Revenge

After Lou Xuemeng turned him down, Ji Mushan had nowhere to vent his frustration.

Seeing the forum mock him, he posted a video on DY.

In the video, he sat before the camera, speaking with conviction.

"I'm filing a real-name report: Lou Xuemeng, the student council president of Silvermoon City University, is a total player!"

"She cheated on me!"

"She hooked up with Wen Yu from our school, then dumped me..."

The video went viral almost instantly.

"User 28374: Isn't this school for rich kids? Loads of wealthy people and family heirs everywhere."

"NotEatingGrapes: I heard Ji Mushan is the real heir of the Ji family, and Wen Yu is just some nouveau riche kid—that's the word on campus."

These two top-liked comments were like a spark dropped into a fuel tank.

Suddenly, labels like "knowing homewrecker," "social climber," and "nouveau riche greed" were plastered all over Wen Yu.

"PureLoveWarrior: I always thought Wen Yu seemed timid and unassuming—how did he suddenly get into the student council? Turns out he screwed his way in! Disgusting!"

[SilvermoonGossip: Stop defending him up there. Young Master Ji might look useless, but he's the real boyfriend. Wen Yu, that nouveau riche son, would do anything to climb the social ladder—isn't this a classic 'pig butchering' scam?]

"PasserbyA: And Lou Xuemeng too—turning down a wealthy heir for some nouveau riche? Does Wen Yu have some special moves to satisfy her? The more I think about it, the creepier it gets..."

"PasserbyB: Am I the only one who thinks Wen Yu is scary? He keeps a low profile, but behind the scenes he's stealing someone's man. People like that are the most sinister—you never know what's really going on. I suggest checking if his family's money is clean!"

"PasserbyC: @Wen Yu, come out and show yourself! Dare to do it but not own up to it? Think you've latched onto Lou Xuemeng's coattails and can look down on Young Master Ji? A toad lusting after swan meat!"

Countless anonymous accounts typed vicious words on their keyboards. They didn't care about the truth—only whether this circus was entertaining enough.

Within half an hour, the name "Wen Yu" became the internet's most reviled "top-tier green tea bitch" and "scheming man."

Lou Xuemeng was also viciously attacked, her privacy invaded, and maliciously edited clips were circulated.

Ji Mushan watched the reaction unfold exactly as he'd hoped, even hiring paid trolls to pile on.

In the video, Ji Mushan's hands trembled as he pulled up a blurry surveillance clip.

In the footage, Lou Xuemeng and Wen Yu walked side by side on the tree-lined campus path. Wen Yu turned to say something, and Lou Xuemeng smiled slightly—a smile that, under Ji Mushan's careful editing, looked especially damning.

"See this? This is what she calls 'pure friendship'!" Ji Mushan's voice was shrill with hysteria. "She was stringing me along, saying she'd get engaged after I graduate, while secretly fooling around with this nouveau riche son!"

The video was posted again, and the internet went ballistic.

The next day, Wen Yu wore a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his slender collarbone.

Because he'd stayed up late organizing documents, faint dark circles under his eyes gave him a cool, distant air.

He had no idea about the storm raging against him online.

His phone had died last night, and his power bank was left in the dorm, currently charging quietly in a drawer.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the books in Wen Yu's hands were knocked to the ground, scattering everywhere.

"Watch where you're walking!"

Wen Yu frowned slightly and crouched down to gather his books.

When he looked up, he saw several male students standing before him—acquaintances from the student council, but not close ones. The one in front was Lin Hao, whose family ran a building materials business. He was known for always hovering around Lou Xuemeng.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Wen Yu's voice was soft, apologizing out of habit as he reached for his copy of *Macroeconomics*.

A foot in a limited-edition designer sneaker stomped hard on the book's cover, grinding it into the ground.

"Oh, if it isn't our celebrity Wen Yu!" Lin Hao crossed his arms, looking down at him with undisguised contempt. "What, pretending you don't know us now? You've climbed the social ladder, so us ordinary folks don't even exist to you?"

Wen Yu's fingers froze mid-reach. He was genuinely confused. "Lin Hao, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't understand?" Lin Hao sneered, drawing the attention of passing students. "Ji Mushan already posted about you online! Says you knowingly played the third wheel, seduced President Lou, and wrecked their relationship! How much longer are you going to keep pretending?"

Whispers surged around them like a wave.

"So he's the one... looks so honest, but who knew he'd be so shameless."

"Nouveau riche is nouveau riche—they'll do anything for money."

"I heard the Ji family is old money. He actually dared to poach Young Master Ji's girl—what a nerve."

"I didn't." Wen Yu stood up, meeting Lin Hao's gaze directly. "Xuemeng and I are just friends. Ji Mushan's words—"

"Just friends?" Lin Hao cut him off, stepping forward with a menacing glare. "Then why did you join the student council? Why does President Lou take such good care of you?"

Lin Hao shoved Wen Yu.

Wen Yu sidestepped to avoid it, but a wave of dizziness from low blood sugar hit him. He staggered, lost his balance, and fell straight into the fountain.

"Splash—"

Ice-cold water instantly soaked through his white shirt, clinging to his body, leaving him looking completely pathetic.

His hair hung wet against his forehead, water droplets running down his pale cheeks.

A burst of laughter erupted around him.

"Hahaha! Soaked rat!"

"That's what you get for being a homewrecker! Serves you right!"

Lin Hao watched Wen Yu struggle to stand in the water, a flash of satisfaction crossing his eyes. He pulled out his phone and snapped several photos of Wen Yu's disheveled state. "No rush getting up—let everyone see what you look like."

Wen Yu gripped the fountain's edge, slowly pulling himself up from the water, wringing out his shirt. Those eyes that were always so gentle now looked as dead and hollow as black fog at night.

He glanced at Lin Hao, then at the crowd around him—all holding up phones, faces lit up with excitement.

Without a word, Wen Yu climbed out of the fountain, gathered his remaining books, and walked away.

"Tch, playing all high and mighty." Lin Hao spat at his retreating back. "Just wait—the whole school will know exactly what kind of person you are!"

What Wen Yu didn't know was that within minutes of his departure, his photo was already splashed across internet headlines: CONFIRMED! Homewrecker Wen Yu Gets Put in His Place by the Wronged Party's Friends—Shows No Remorse After Falling in the Water!

The Patek Philippe on Wen Yu's wrist lit up.

Back in the dorm, he changed his clothes. His roommates ignored him, but at least they didn't mess with him like those guys did.

His phone rang. It was Gu Junhan.

"Wen Yu?" The man's voice was low, and the background noise sounded off—like the clanking of chains.

Wen Yu's frayed nerves relaxed for a split second, then tensed right back up.

"Gu... Gu Junhan." Wen Yu's voice was a bit hoarse.

A chill ran down Wen Yu's spine. On Gu Junhan's end, it sounded like someone was screaming in pain.

"You..." Wen Yu opened his mouth, throat tight. "What's that noise over there?"

"That doesn't matter." Gu Junhan cut him off, his tone suddenly colder. "What matters is—Wen Yu, do you like getting pushed around?"

"What?"

"If a dog bites you, don't you bite back?" Gu Junhan's tone carried a hint of anger, like a hunter watching stray dogs tear into his caged prey. "You just stand there and let them walk all over you?"

Wen Yu froze.

"I... didn't get the chance." Wen Yu explained in a low voice, but a strange, unfair ache rose in his chest.

"Didn't get the chance?" Gu Junhan let out a cold laugh, and the sound of chains seemed to clank again on his end. "Just grit your teeth and it'll blow over, huh?"

His voice turned dangerous, a heavy possessiveness coiled beneath the low tone. "Wen Xiaobao, what the hell are you afraid of?"

Wen Yu's heart pounded. Gu Junhan's words felt way too invasive.

"I don't want any trouble..." Wen Yu murmured.

Gu Junhan heard that. It wasn't the answer he wanted.

Click.

He hung up.

Wen Yu stared at the dead phone, gripping it, standing in the middle of the room. The Patek Philippe on his wrist felt scorching hot—almost terrifying.

Was Gu Junhan angry?

Wen Yu didn't know what to do.

Meanwhile, Gu Junhan sat brooding in the basement, darkness all around, just a flickering bulb overhead.

At his feet, several people—mouths taped shut, bodies covered in blood—huddled together, shaking.

Gu Junhan slowly unbuttoned his cuffs, revealing solid forearms.

He walked to the corner, grabbed a wrist-thick chain, and tested its weight in his hand.

The scrape of metal on concrete was harsh, almost desperate.

"Since my baby can't deal with you scum," Gu Junhan looked at the figures on the ground, his eyes cold, like he was looking at corpses, "then I'll handle it myself."

He raised the chain, a graceful, cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.