014 I spoil my child,

A small account without any followers posted it, with a simple five-word nickname—Call Me Invincible Hero.

The Weibo post didn't have any description, it just tagged the topic #YingFamilyFosterDaughter, Ingrate#.

But because it appeared in the top hot search, every Weibo user who clicked in from the trending list would see this video at first glance.

After seeing the video, those previously active fans stopped their hopping and began frantically deleting their prior comments.

If they didn't delete, weren't they just leaving evidence for a slap in the face?

As soon as they finished deleting, the user Call Me Invincible Hero leisurely posted a second Weibo.

[Call Me Invincible Hero: The internet has a memory]

Below were fourteen images, all screenshots of the abuse Ying Luwei's fans had hurled at Ying Zijin.

This alarmed the top fans of the Ying Luwei camp, who kept sending private messages, trying to persuade Call Me Invincible Hero to delete the post, but their efforts disappeared without a trace, with no response, infuriating them so much they stomped their feet in outrage in the fanclub.

Moreover, since the hot search was purchased, it stayed steadily in the seventeenth position, leading to more and more people clicking in, and finally different voices began to emerge.

[What kind of brain-dead fans are these, saying transfusion is a matter of course? Moral kidnapping?]

[These brain-dead fans are really something, the victim hasn't even spoken, and they start imagining someone is out to harm her, what's wrong with them? Paranoia?]

Among these comments, there were other voices as well.

[Doesn't anyone think that Ying Luwei's fall looked deliberate? What is she aiming for?]

[The more I think about it, the more terrifying it is. Could it be that she just wanted the other to give a blood transfusion? Has the foster daughter threatened her position?]

[Where did these haters come from, Luwei is so kind-hearted, she wouldn't even step on an ant, reported. ]

[Luwei didn't know anything, Luwei didn't say it was the foster daughter's fault, it's all the fans' fault, we apologize to everyone here, please don't take it out on Luwei. ]

[I never liked Ying Luwei, she didn't point it out directly, but everyone knows what she meant behind the scenes, such a grandiose white lotus, why not speak frankly?]

[Yeah, where is Ying Luwei, the main character? Won't she come out and apologize?]

[Why should Luwei apologize? How many times have we said it's not Luwei's fault!]

[Ying Luwei's mindless fans are plentiful, everyone run fast to avoid catching such brain damage. ]

On Weibo, a chaotic battle between fans and haters was raging, completely out of control, attracting a bunch of onlookers, yet the old Ying residence remained eerily silent.

This segment of video had laid bare all the facts, as if a loud slap had been thrown in the faces of Zhong Manhua and Old Madam Ying.

Ruthlessly, without any mercy.

Blood rushed to Zhong Manhua's face from shame.

Her lips quivered slightly, her voice strained, "Zijin, if you had told Mom, Mom wouldn't have…"

As she caught sight of the girl's clear, emotionless eyes, the rest of her words got stuck, her body felt cold, and she couldn't utter another word.

Even Old Madam Ying didn't know what to say at this moment.

She intended to save herself some embarrassment and regain a bit of dignity, but who knew that she would end up losing even more face now.

She simply wanted an apology, but now things had turned out this way, Old Madam Ying was furious, yet she had no face left to say anything else.

"It seems the Ying Family's tradition of smearing others is passed down." Ying Zijin removed an earphone, indifferent, "Good, keep it up."

With a single sentence, another slap was delivered.

Old Madam Ying's face turned ashen, her breathing quickened, clearly very angry.

But the girl had already pushed the door and left, paying no attention to anyone.

The cool breeze from outside slipped in, causing Zhong Manhua to shiver.

She couldn't help but wrap her arms around herself, watching the girl's retreating figure, a vague panic suddenly rising in her heart.

As if something was irretrievably leaving her grasp.

How absurd.

Zhong Manhua shook her head, laughing at herself for overthinking.

If she left today, she left; she would eventually return; the Ying Family was her real home, where else could she go?

Impossible to leave.

Off to one side, Ying Luwei bit her lip, her heart in turmoil as she scrolled through the comments on Weibo.

Her expression was calm enough, but her trembling fingers betrayed the restlessness within.

Ying Luwei had never imagined that her careful preparations would be ruined by these two Weibo posts.

Far from achieving her goal, she had instead drawn a storm of criticism upon herself, and to her dismay, she saw that some fans were posting about un-following her. Although there were only a few, she had indeed taken a real fall.

Who on earth was this alternate account?

Ying Zijin?

Ying Luwei dismissed the thought.

A bumpkin from a county town, without influence or power, how could she have gotten hold of this video?

Had she angered someone recently?

Ying Luwei furrowed her brows and pondered for a long time, but couldn't come up with a name.

She took a deep breath and had no choice but to post another Weibo message.

[ @YingLuweiV: Everyone, please don't argue. It was really an accident that I fell down. I'm sorry for making the people who love me misunderstand. Here, on behalf of my fans, I apologize to @YingZijin. I'm sorry. ]

After this post went live, her fans felt extremely sorry for her.

[Luwei, it's all our fault, don't blame yourself.]

[Those who insulted Luwei's niece before aren't our Lu Shui, we don't acknowledge them!]

[Some fans might have used extreme words, but the majority of fans truly love Luwei. Please don't stereotype all fans based on the actions of a few; Luwei's niece is very nice.]

Seeing that the public sentiment had finally stabilized, Ying Luwei closed Weibo and let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she was prepared, and the matter wasn't too damaging, but being forced to apologize left her feeling suffocated and she just couldn't let it go.

Ever since that night at the hospital, it seemed like everything had changed.

Ying Luwei's gaze fell, and her expression darkened. She took Old Madam Ying's hand and said obediently, "Mom, I'm going to find Moyuan."

"Alright, alright," Old Madam Ying responded enthusiastically, nodding repeatedly at the mention of Moyuan, "Spend more time cultivating your relationship with Moyuan. You'll be getting married sooner or later."

"I know." Ying Luwei's spirits lifted slightly at the mention of it, and she smiled, "Mom, Moyuan even asked me yesterday if we should move up the wedding date."

Old Madam Ying patted her hand, "That would be good, getting it done early. So you don't have to worry about being coveted by certain people. And don't be too nice to everyone, I think that foster daughter is up to no good."

Ying Luwei pursed her lips into a smile, but said no more.

**

In the city center, a single-occupancy apartment.

Fu Yunshen held a glass cup, filled with goji berry and jujube tea, with steam rising from it.

Just then, a "ding" sounded in his ears. He turned his head to see his computer screen suddenly go dark, his eyebrows rising as he casually tapped a few keys.

"What's happening?"

A line of text soon appeared on the completely dark screen, red and striking.

"Who is this person, asking me to take action?"

"It's my kiddo."

"?"

"?"

"?"

The other party sent three question marks in a row.

Fu Yunshen set his cup down, curled his lip slightly, and typed back, "Of course, I have to spoil them."

"..."

With nothing else to add, Fu Yunshen asked, "Anything else?"

The screen was still for ten seconds before another line of text emerged.

"Someone asked me to investigate you."