Chapter 100: Cyberbullying
Meng Yier’s eyes flew wide in shock, as though a bolt of lightning had struck her straight from above and set her whole head ringing.
She opened each item one by one. In every trending post, the accompanying image showed her. Frowning, she shook her head helplessly, marveling at the media’s utterly ridiculous imagination.
The comments beneath those trending topics were even more varied:
“It’s rare to see the eternally abstinent Yan Yichen with a woman [satisfied].”
“I always thought he was gay.”
“Goddess Ouyang Xi crying her eyes out in the bathroom [snicker].”
“I’m crying my eyes out in the bathroom [sob].”
“Countless girls are crying their eyes out in the bathroom [sob].”
“My husband is already secretly married? I don’t want to live anymore [sob].”
“I don’t want to live anymore either. Don’t stop me [sob].”
“This woman isn’t worthy of my idol [angry].”
“Honestly, I can’t really make out her face, but overall she looks decent enough. Pretty innocent.”
“Playing innocent [disdain]. Who knows how many men she’s slept with.”
“One look and you can tell she’s had plastic surgery.”
“Her face and chest have definitely both been under the knife.”
“Kid, if she could seduce Yan Yichen, her methods must be anything but ordinary.”
“Who exactly is this woman? Dig up her identity.”
“Cheap woman, stealing my husband [angry].”
“She’s obviously from the entertainment industry. What kind of decent person could she be?”
Reading those unspeakably vile comments, Meng Yier trembled with rage, her face darkening with a terrifying chill.
The veins at her temples throbbed violently. She could feel the boundless fury inside her, on the verge of eruption.
Words could be terrifyingly destructive. What gave these people the right to judge her so recklessly?
These self-righteous keyboard crusaders, standing on the moral high ground to pass judgment on others—how hypocritical and despicable could they possibly be?
Hidden behind a screen, no one knew who anyone was, so they could do whatever they pleased, was that it?
Without the restraint of the law, they could use the internet to bully and hurt people without consequence?
Shameless.
Suddenly, Yu Mingxin’s worried voice came through the phone.
“Xiao Yi, are you all right?”
Meng Yier blinked stiffly, her voice trembling faintly with anger. After a long moment, she finally managed to say, “I... I’m fine.”
“Xiao Yi, stop overthinking it. Internet trolls are always like this—no morals, no bottom line. Don’t take it to heart...”
Meng Yier forced down the fire raging in her chest and cut Yu Mingxin off.
“I know. I have something to do, so I’ll stop here.”
“All right. If you need any help, just tell me.”
“Okay...”
Just as she was about to hang up, Meng Yier’s voice came again, trying to hold the call.
“Wait, Mingxin.”
“Mm?”
“That... don’t let my brother find out about this.”
If Gu Yunchen learned what had happened, he would definitely explode.
She did not want to add any more trouble.
Yu Mingxin paused for a moment, then agreed readily.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”
“Mm.”
Meng Yier nodded, finally letting out a slight breath of relief, and then hung up at once.
After the call ended, she snapped the laptop shut with a sharp crack and stormed out the door.
“Yan Yichen, open the door!”
Standing outside, Meng Yier pounded furiously on the doorbell.
A moment later, the door suddenly swung open. She looked up and saw Yan Yichen leaning carelessly in the doorway, dressed in a black silk bathrobe.
The robe hung loose, tied only at the waist, revealing a bronzed, powerful chest, the faint outline of hard abdominal muscles, and below them long, sturdy calves.