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The press conference concluded, but I didn’t feel the sense of relief I had imagined. Physically and mentally exhausted, all I wanted was to return home, hold Xiao Xing’s photo, and sleep soundly.
As expected, Zhang Yichen began to retaliate. He used all his connections in an attempt to take down the trending topics, delete videos, and even contacted major platforms to prohibit discussions about the matter.
Online, comments that had initially overwhelmingly supported me began to show some discordant voices.
“Su Wanqing has really lost it, hasn’t she? Look at how far she’s fallen; does she still want to play the victim?”
“Is this baseless slander? What status does Zhang Yichen have that he would need to harm her? Sounds like someone is desperate for attention!”
“Women can be so vindictive; to get back at her ex-husband, she would even exploit her own child!”
Wang Manni resorted to her old tricks, hiring online trolls to continue smearing my name, trying to shift public attention onto baseless accusations of “infidelity” and “mental instability.”
I watched all of this with a cold gaze, feeling no stirrings in my heart. The more they struggled, the more it proved their guilt.
Chen Mo Yan, true to his role as my loyal fan, quickly organized a fan support group. He released a clarification statement online and called for everyone to resist cyberbullying and consume news rationally.
“Everyone knows what kind of person Sister Qing is! Don’t let those with ulterior motives lead you astray!”
“Support Sister Qing in defending her rights! We will not tolerate evil forces!”
“Xiao Xing was so adorable; how could it possibly be an accident? We demand severe punishment for the perpetrator!”
Public opinion began to shift; more and more netizens chose to believe in me and condemned Zhang Yichen and Wang Manni. The narrative they once controlled had now turned into a weapon against them.
Sitting at home, I watched the news and comments updating on my phone, a cold smile creeping onto my lips. Zhang Yichen and Wang Manni, did you really think you could turn the tide like this? How naive. The evidence I held was far more than they could imagine.
I dialed Chen Mo Yan’s number. “Mo Yan, help me get in touch with Li Zekai.”
“Li Zekai? Sister Qing, why do you want to contact him?” There was a hint of confusion in Chen Mo Yan’s voice.
“There are some old scores that need settling.” My tone was icy, devoid of any emotion.
Li Zekai, my ex-husband and Xiao Xing’s father—the instigator of this tragedy. Did he think he could escape punishment by staying out of it? Not a chance. I wanted him to experience what it felt like to fall from heaven into hell.
When Li Zekai found me, I was staring blankly at Xiao Xing’s memorial portrait.
He looked haggard, unshaven—gone was the charm of the former movie star.
Upon seeing me, he suddenly knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face as he cried out, “Wanqing, I was wrong! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for you and for Xiao Xing…”
I looked at him with a blank expression, my heart devoid of any emotion. Once, this man was my entire world; now, he was nothing more than an inconsequential stranger. His confessions and tears felt as cheap to me as the weeds by the roadside.
“ Wanqing, I know I deserve to die a thousand deaths. I shouldn’t have abandoned you and Xiao Xing. I shouldn’t have been deceived by that wretched woman, Wang Manni…” He cried out hoarsely, trying to grasp the hem of my clothes, but I coldly stepped aside.
“Li Zekai,” I said in an icy tone, “isn’t it too late to say all this now? Xiao Xing is gone; what significance does your so-called repentance hold?”
He froze, his cries abruptly silenced, his face turning a deep shade of red. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, no words came out.
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