My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back - Chapter 34 - Injured, Overnight Surge of 410,000 Followers...

The video with the highest play count across the entire network begins with Xu Xining explaining something to the camera.

Netizens commented:

“Never seen her before, is she a new reporter?”

“Her first time on camera and she speaks so well, props from an older school sister.”

“Help, that moment she pursed her lips and smiled, I was gone.”

Amidst the crowd, the sounds of scolding and breaking up fights continued. Xu Xining turned her head, then turned around and passed the microphone to the camera man with a cold expression.

“She’s angry now, she’s really angry!”

“Damn, she got so close suddenly, I can’t even breathe.”

“Oh my, that beautiful face… Why isn’t she in showbiz?”

Next, the pursuing cameraman recorded a man hitting a woman with a bouquet, throwing her against the wall, and slapping her-a series of actions.

“I’m so fucking mad! Angry left hook! Uppercut!”

“Destroy it if you can’t have it? Who do you think you are?”

“He doesn’t recognize her? That’s Jiang Jiahao, the heir of Huanyu Group! His dad is Jiang Chengyu! And it’s not his first time hitting someone, right?”

Then came a barrage of comments: “High energy ahead!” “High energy ahead!!” “High energy ahead!!!”

The girl ducked low, her long hair scattering, stepping on a trash can to launch a fierce kick that cut through the air!

Flamboyant blonde hair, beautiful brows and eyes, as a float passed by playing a holy chorus, petals fell like in slow motion from the sky.

The man was heavily knocked back, and the girl landed gracefully, her wide red pleated skirt swirling and slowly gathering around her slender calves.

“Great kick! So satisfying!”

“Ah, I’m ecstatic!”

“You have to be able to fight back too! Only women can truly empathize! I’m about to cry! Way to go, sister!”

“He wants you weak and obedient, but you insist on being confident and strong!”

The girl turned her head, looking into the camera, a strand of loose hair tenderly falling in front of her eyes.

Deadly and fierce, yet with a face so beautiful it softened one’s heart.

It would be strange if she didn’t become popular!

Netizens quickly dug up her information.

Videos of her from various stages were crazily shared:

In her karate belt promotion test, she appeared dashing and confident, running barefoot and leaping for a high kick, landing neatly as the wooden board broke with a loud crack;

At her graduation ceremony, she walked down the stairs while taking off her academic gown, under the spotlight in a pure white dress, her lashes lowered as she focused on playing the violin;

There was even a secretly taken photo of her from high school military training, where she wore a green camouflage uniform, her slender figure upright and her small face pale and lovely under the wide brim of her cap.

Xu Xining’s Weibo account was soon discovered by netizens. Its name was quite peculiar-@What kind of lemon candy is not sour candy.

To be honest, her Weibo was rather dull. Hundreds of posts were just pictures and videos of a fox-sleeping, pooping, eating-like a doting mom obsessed with showing off her child.

There was only one selfie of her holding the fox.

In the photo, it was still winter. The girl wore white cotton pajamas and fluffy slippers, struggling to hold a large, fluffy fox. The fox squinted its eyes, its gaze slyly upward, turning its head to gently kiss her temple.

Netizen: Tonight, my soul is in the fox.

More people couldn’t help but wonder: with her blonde hair and lemon-related name, and having interviewed Xie Yi, could she be “Ning”?

Countless people tagged Xie Yi in the comments.

Regardless of the truth, @What kind of lemon candy is not sour candy gained 300,000 followers overnight.

The next day, Huanyu Group issued a lawyer’s letter, claiming that during the relationship, due to the woman’s infidelity, a quarrel occurred. Jiang Lin was not harmed, and Pianyu Media’s Reporter Xu attacked Jiang Jiahao without understanding the situation, causing his nose to be severely fractured and obstructing his breathing. They would pursue criminal charges against Reporter Xu to protect Jiang Jiahao’s legal rights…

Attached were Jiang Lin’s health check reports, photos of her entering and leaving hotels with other men, and a rather pitiful picture of Jiang Jiahao with his head wrapped like a mummy.

The online narrative shifted quickly. The Jiang family bought numerous marketing accounts and trolls, painting Xu Xining as a “criminal who distorts facts and assaults people in the street,” and Jiang Lin as a “clingy woman who cheated the man out of 300,000 yuan and then slept with another man.”

Xu Xining: Isn’t it just writing an article? Who can’t do that?

She contacted Jiang Lin personally, gathered evidence of her interactions with Jiang Jiahao, organized call logs and chat records, and stayed up all night to write a report: “300,000 to Silence, 300 Days of Harassment.”

The article detailed Jiang Jiahao’s relentless pursuit of Jiang Lin. At the time, she had a boyfriend, the one she was caught with, who was repeatedly beaten by Jiang Jiahao until he was severely injured, forced to break up with Jiang Lin, and only received 300,000 in compensation, ending unresolved.

In response to the lawyer’s letter, she replied on Weibo:

“According to Article 20 of the Criminal Law, acts to stop ongoing illegal infringement to protect the state, public interest, personal, property, and other rights, causing damage to the infringer, are considered justifiable defense and do not bear criminal responsibility.”

Xu Xining posted photos of Jiang Lin’s ex-boyfriend, covered in injuries and lying in a hospital bed: “I acted in self-defense, what about you?”

This stirred up a storm.

The injustice of allowing the powerful to act with impunity while the common people suffer was already a public grievance. Jiang Jiahao himself beat someone to severe injury, casually settled it with money, and then slandered the woman as a scammer. Now he even wanted to sue the righteous Reporter Xu…

It was outrageous!

Xu Xining’s reputation spread, and many people came forward. There were those previously harassed by Jiang Jiahao, forced to submit to him just after turning eighteen, and employees at Huanyu Group who were harassed by senior executives, only to be dismissed to cover it up. There were even families of victims who died from overwork without compensation.

Xu Xining worked tirelessly, conducting interviews and writing news. The harassed girl, write! The former employee who was harassed, write! The victim who died from overwork, write!

Huanyu Group’s stock plummeted by five points within a week, resulting in a market value loss estimated to be as high as one billion.

Xu Xining was so busy she barely touched the ground, forgetting to eat and barely sleeping throughout the week.

As she bent down to get some water at the office, she stood up too quickly, her vision went black, and she nearly fell backward.

A pair of warm, strong hands steadied her.

Xu Xining turned around and, looking up into a pair of concerned emerald eyes, smiled, “Teacher Wen, perfect timing. I’d like you to review my new article.”

Wen Nansen responded gently, “Come to my office.”

His office was always quiet and tidy, with vibrant green plants by the corner and the computer, filling the air with the pleasant scents of citrus and lavender.

Xu Xining sat on the sofa, sipping hot milk that Wen Nansen had prepared, with chocolate and bread he brought along.

“It’s just low blood sugar; it’s not as dramatic as all that. Even our revolutionary forebears had to eat belts on the grasslands!” Xu Xining remarked.

Wen Nansen knelt in front of her, his fingertips gently brushing over her panda-like dark circles, wondering how she managed to get so thin in just a few days, “How many hours of sleep did you get last night?”

His reproachful gaze was too intense, making Xu Xining guiltily lift her cup to hide her face, “Unpaid overtime and you’re scolding instead of praising me; what kind of leader does that?”

Wen Nansen sighed and went to review her article.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional sound of a mouse wheel.

After reading, Wen Nansen commented, “Some of the wording is too subjective; you wrote with emotion. I’ve removed some parts.”

Xu Xining walked over and glanced at it, “Okay, let’s go with your changes.”

Wen Nansen continued to watch her.

“Is there something else wrong?” Xu Xining asked, puzzled.

Wen Nansen shook his head, “It’s not about the article.”

His light golden lashes cast deep shadows, making his eyes look like the calm surface of a secluded lake, “You’re being too aggressive. I’m afraid they will take action against you.”

As Wen Nansen predicted, the online narrative was maliciously manipulated to target Xu Xining.

First, someone connected the dots proving she was “Ning,” then they dug up her history at Pianyu Media, starting with that explosive interview with Xie Yi.

“What high achiever? What prodigy girl image? Isn’t it all just sleeping her way to a job? Otherwise, who would even know her?”

“An intern getting to interview Xie Yi, I don’t believe there’s no connection /sarcasm”

“Getting a big scoop by flattering Xie Yi, I’d flatter him too if I were in her shoes.”

Further vicious digging revealed her relationship with Professor Wen during her university days, including photos taken unintentionally by other students on a campus forum.

From behind the vague shadows of greenery, in front of the women’s bathroom, a man in a khaki trench coat slightly bowed his head, the girl seemingly in his arms.

“An old offender, boasting about a 3.9 GPA; who knows how many professors she slept with to get it.”

“Can’t believe someone would do that sort of thing in a school bathroom? What sort of delinquent behavior is this?”

“Xie Yi probably doesn’t know about her and the professor; she must have deceived him terribly!”

“I knew it! Xie Yi’s long absence from events is completely abnormal. She must have ruined him! This woman clearly knows how to manipulate people!”

Some even dug into her middle school days, where she had been disciplined for fighting, having smashed a classmate’s head with a chair.

“I told you, she’s been trouble since she was young.”

“‘I acted in self-defense, what about you?’ Well, looks like the boomerang hit her back, huh? Hilarious, always ‘self-defense’ since she was a kid.”

“She probably goes around hitting people all the time, just happened to hit the right one this time. Who else would randomly fight guys? I can tell she’s not normal.”

Digging deeper, Xie Yi’s bold confession amidst a storm of rumors was brought back to light, and netizens were shocked to find that the man closing the window next to Xu Xining was none other than Professor Wen!

A university professor actually quit his job to become an editor at Pianyu Media for her!

“I’m in the industry, I can testify that she got her position through connections.”

“She was just an intern when she ousted the previous editor, conveniently replaced by Professor Wen. I’ll leave it at that, those in the know understand.”

“Publishing four investigative interviews in such a short time? Industry folks know what that means. Does she have 48 hours in a day? If Professor Wen didn’t write those articles for her, I’ll eat my hat.”

Someone summarized all the gossip: “In short, your so-called righteous genius girl is just someone who fought and fooled around in school, relied on men for grades, relied on men for work, and relied on men for fame. Open your legs, and you can do it too.”

…

Suddenly, all sorts of scandalous rumors flooded the internet, claiming she had affairs with school leaders, dated multiple people in high school, and self-proclaimed colleagues, classmates, and even a supposed cousin all came forward.

Initially, netizens supported Xu Xining because she had fiercely embarrassed a rich second generation and a scumbag, giving them a sense of satisfaction.

But gradually, people noticed Xu Xining’s follower count was skyrocketing daily, nearing a million!

At just twenty, with a prestigious university background, stunning looks, and skills in both writing and martial arts, she became an overnight sensation. Who wouldn’t be envious?

Why her? She didn’t do anything special, just wrote some news and happened to know karate, right? Does she deserve it?

When an ordinary person suddenly becomes famous, it’s the most envy-inducing, because someone who was just like them suddenly rises to a place they can only look up to.

Then someone claimed she got everything by sleeping with men, and suddenly those people felt balanced again.

Right, I’m not much different from her, she just has no morals, no shame, so netizens were once again eager to judge her from their moral high ground.

It seemed as though overnight, Xu Xining was submerged in a world filled with malice.

Her private messages, once filled with praises and inquiries, and even requests from past victims to speak out, were now crammed with obscenities and insults, too vile to behold.

Men sent her sleazy messages proposing hook-ups, claiming they had “resources” in the industry that she could benefit from if she “played her cards right”. Others mocked her, saying she was nothing more than a pretty face, while a large number of Xie Yi’s fans accused her of cheating.

Dispelling rumors was always tough; baseless accusations were impossible to explain away. Proving something you did was easy, proving you didn’t do something was much harder.

Xu Xining was already exhausted, yet she couldn’t help but keep scrolling.

That photo from university, taken secretly, captured just as she had forgotten her period and stained her pants. Teacher Wen had bought her a sanitary pad and brought it to the restroom.

A trivial matter, twisted into rumors of her and Teacher Wen engaging in an inappropriate act in the restroom…

Xu Xining felt a tightness in her chest, indescribable, leaving her gasping for breath.

Fortunately, Wen Nansen was such a technophobe that he probably would never find out about how he was being misrepresented online.

He was truly a good person.

Yet, because of her, he faced baseless criticism and malicious slander.

Xu Xining’s fingers stiffened as she scrolled, and suddenly, as if struck, her phone slipped from her grasp and crashed onto the floor with a dull thud.

She stared in shock for a long moment before stooping to pick it up, finding a crack across the screen.

Her fingers gently touched the screen, on which there was just one post-a photo of a young and handsome man in a crisp white shirt, smiling brightly.

It was an old ID photo of Old Xu from his days as a math professor.

…Someone had maliciously edited it into a black and white obituary photo.

Why would they do this? These netizens knew nothing. They were merely venting their frustrations online, previously on Jiang Jiahao, now on her.

They didn’t care who Old Xu was, nor about his goodness or his pain. They merely hid behind their screens, intent on hurting her-and they had succeeded.

Xu Xining curled up, burying her head in her knees.

After a while, her phone rang abruptly, and she answered reflexively, her voice loud with greeting.

On the line was Aunt Liu, the mother of a deceased employee: “Is this Reporter Xu? I have important evidence to give you… not just from Xiao Di, but from other employees too… No, I want to give it to you personally because it’s very important. Can we meet now? I’m at Guangmao Building Station.”

Xu Xining stood up, Guangmao Building was just two stops away from her office: “Alright, I’ll come over now.”

It was raining outside. Xu Xining held her umbrella as she stepped off the bus. Aunt Liu called again, saying she didn’t bring an umbrella and was waiting in a coffee shop located in an alley.

Xu Xining thought of nothing else, her mind still numb, as she walked straight into the alley under her umbrella.

The heavy rain pattered loudly against her umbrella.

She walked deep into the alley, not seeing any coffee shop.

She lowered her head to message Aunt Liu, when suddenly, chaotic footsteps sounded around her.

Lifting her umbrella, Xu Xining saw four or five tall men, wearing black masks, approaching from both sides of the forked path ahead.

It felt as if overnight, Xu Xining was suddenly engulfed by a world of malice.

Her private messages, once filled with praise and inquiries, and even requests from past victims for her to speak up, were now flooded with obscenities and insults, unbearable to read.

Some men sent lewd messages proposing hookups, claiming to have “resources” in the industry, suggesting she could get a share if she performed well. Others mocked her, saying she was nothing but a pretty face. A large number of Xie Yi’s fans questioned why she had cheated.

It’s always hard to dispel rumors. It’s easy to prove you’ve done something, but proving you haven’t is nearly impossible.

Xu Xining was already exhausted, yet she couldn’t help but scroll through each message.

The photo taken secretly during her university days was simply a result of her forgetting her period, staining her pants. Teacher Wen had bought sanitary pads for her and delivered them to the restroom.

Such a trivial matter was twisted into a story about her and Teacher Wen doing inappropriate things in the restroom…

Xu Xining felt a tightness in her chest, unable to express her feelings, just struggling to breathe.

Thankfully, Wen Nansen was a clueless guy who didn’t use Weibo. It would probably take him a long time, maybe forever, to find out how the netizens had fabricated stories about him.

He was genuinely a good person.

Yet, because of her, he was subjected to baseless criticism and malicious slander.

Xu Xining’s fingers stiffly scrolled down, and suddenly, as if struck, her phone slipped from her hand, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

She stared blankly for a long time before crouching to pick it up. A crack ran across the center of the screen.

She gently touched it. The Weibo post contained only one photo, showing a young and handsome man in a neat white shirt, smiling brightly.

It was Old Xu’s ID photo from when he was a math professor.

…Photoshopped into a black-and-white obituary.

Why did they have to do this? These netizens knew nothing. They were just venting their anger online, first at Jiang Jiahao, and now at her.

They didn’t care about what kind of person Old Xu was, his goodness, or his suffering. They didn’t want to know. They just hid behind their screens, wanting to hurt her, and damn it, they succeeded.

Xu Xining curled up, burying her head in her knees.

After a while, her phone rang suddenly. She answered reflexively, greeting loudly.

It was Aunt Liu, the mother of the employee who had died suddenly: “Is this Reporter Xu? I have important evidence I want to give you… not just about Xiao Di, but other employees too… No, I want to give it to you in person because it’s very important. Can you come now? I’m at the Guangmao Building station.”

Xu Xining stood up. The Guangmao Building was only two stops away from her office. “Okay, I’m on my way.”

It was raining outside. Xu Xining got off the bus with her umbrella. Aunt Liu called, saying she didn’t have an umbrella and was waiting in a café in the alley.

Xu Xining didn’t think much of it. Her mind was still numb as she walked straight in with her umbrella.

The torrential rain pounded on the umbrella.

She walked quite a distance into the depths of the alley, but still didn’t see any café.

She lowered her head to message Aunt Liu when suddenly, chaotic footsteps echoed around her.

Xu Xining lifted her umbrella, and through the broken chains of rain, four or five tall men wearing black masks approached simultaneously from both sides of the alley.

The relentless beating left no room for escape, as if every organ was being churned into a mess.

The girl rolled on the ground, seemingly devoid of the ability to resist, doing her best to protect her head, face, and the back of her neck.

In the midst of the relentless assault, a fleeting gap appeared, and Xu Xining suddenly, without warning, sprang up from the ground and drove her knee into the groin of the man before her!

The others couldn’t react in time, unable to believe she still had the guts to fight back. Only Scarface, the victim of her strike, bellowed in pain. After all, the knee is one of the hardest bones, and she had precisely hit his most vulnerable spot!

This move was sinister and lethal, completely disregarding the differences in weight and skill-a strike even an ordinary person could deliver devastatingly!

In the pouring rain, her eyes shone as if they were on fire!

Just take the beating? Why should she? Even if it killed her today, she was determined to take a few down with her!

Someone stepped forward and stomped hard on her knee, forcing Xu Xining to kneel, her lips bleeding from biting down hard.

A buzz-cut man lifted his leg to kick, but Xu Xining quickly dodged to the side, grabbing the leg of the buzz-cut man standing on the ground and throwing him forward in a leg takedown.

The buzz-cut man’s balance was off, and he crashed heavily onto the ground, his head smacking against it. However, Xu Xining was then grabbed by the throat and lifted against the wall by another man, the intense choking sensation nearly blinding her. Her slender legs kicked helplessly in the air.

The man choking her was none other than Scarface, who had been struck in the groin earlier. His stance was comically knock-kneed, yet his facial expression was ferociously twisted.

He gasped for breath and pulled a knife from his waist, stabbing directly towards Xu Xining’s abdomen!

“Stop!” a man shouted from the side.

They were here to beat, not to kill! Their client had said they wanted her disabled, not dead!

But Scarface, likely crazed from the pain, was intent on killing, and as he thrust the knife down, a sharp clang resounded!

He froze in shock.

What was that sensation? It was like stabbing a steel plate!

Was this girl’s stomach made of reinforced concrete? How else could it send such a shock through his wrist, numbing it?!

A golden-green light emitted from the girl’s collarbone, projecting in front of her like a giant transparent butterfly wing that flashed by.

Xu Xining suddenly smelled a faint aroma of citrus and lavender in the air.

Someone was approaching from behind her… but there was a wall behind her, how could someone come through the wall?

Xu Xining’s mind was overwhelmed, unable to comprehend.

Scarface, as if witnessing something incomprehensible, released his grip in horror and retreated, allowing Xu Xining to fall. Someone lightly steadied her, but she was too caught up in her violent coughing to notice.

The newcomer stepped forward from her side, and the suffocating air began to flow again. A cold wind lifted his thin trench coat, revealing neatly pressed trousers.

He removed his rain-drenched gold-rimmed glasses and placed them in his chest pocket.

Wen Nansen stepped forward, grabbed Scarface by the collar, and delivered a powerful punch straight to his face!