Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

A Beast in a Fool's Mask! Kindergarten Teacher Forces Three-Year-Old Child to Kneel and Apologize!

"Rampant Privilege? A student seduces the vice principal at school; a deputy bureau chief's relative abuses power; a child is scratched but only expelled?"

Exposing Zhou Xuechong: Ten Years of Teaching, a Record of Misconduct Yet a Steady Rise in Power

Not only were there detailed written descriptions, but also some audio clips provided by an "anonymous insider"—Zhou Xuechong's arrogant remarks in the office, such as "It's an honor for my nephew to beat them up" and "I can fire whoever I want," were clearly recorded and spread virally on the Internet.

The video was blurred, but the malice and arrogance in the voice was enough to send chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.

The trending topics list was instantly flooded with related keywords.

#Zhou Xue forces young children to kneel#

#Corruptions in the Education System#

#Privileges for relatives of deputy bureau chiefs#

#Seducing the Vice Principal#

The comment section completely exploded:

"How can someone like that be a teacher? They're a cancer on society!"

"Listening to the recording made me so angry I was shaking! That was just a three-year-old child!"

"The Education Bureau must provide an explanation! Is expulsion enough? This is intentional assault!"

"I support severe punishment! I recommend a prison sentence!"

"Am I the only one curious... where can I watch the original version of that censored video? (doge)"

"Although... this kind of person should be exposed across the entire internet!!"

Public opinion erupted like a landslide and a tsunami, with almost unanimous condemnation of Zhou Xuechong and increasingly louder calls for severe punishment.

Mo Ye swiped the mouse, scrolling through the comments one by one, his expression remaining calm.

He knew that an individual's power was ultimately limited, but the power of public opinion was sometimes enough to overturn a mountain.

He not only wanted Zhou Xuechong to receive the punishment she deserved, but also wanted to use this incident to send a wake-up call to all those who bully others and have poor professional ethics—don't touch his daughter, or you won't be able to pay the price.

After doing all this, Mo Ye switched interfaces and logged into an encrypted communication channel.

He edited a concise message, attaching a detailed chain of evidence showing that Zhou Xuechong had used his brother's authority over the years to accept bribes and engage in favoritism in areas such as professional title evaluation, project allocation, and even student admissions—all of which he unearthed in just one hour, cleanly and efficiently, leaving no trace.

Recipient: Jiang Shuya.

The third young lady of the Jiang family in Beijing, He Wanqing's mother, and Tongtong's maternal grandmother.

He is also one of the few people who can still make He Yanzhou bow down.

Mo Ye knew that with the Jiang family's power, as long as Jiang Shuya spoke up, Zhou Xuechong would never be able to get out of prison again in this lifetime.

The "knife" he handed over was sharp enough.

Click send.

Mo Ye leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. He had no qualms about dealing with this kind of person. Besides, she had touched Tongtong.

His bottom line has always been clear.

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The living room of the He family's old house.

He Yanzhou sat on a large leather sofa, wearing reading glasses, holding a financial newspaper in his hand, reading it intently.

Suddenly, the sound of rapid high heels approached from afar.

Jiang Shuya rushed downstairs in a flurry, her usual elegance and composure gone, replaced by barely suppressed anger and heartache.

She walked up to He Yanzhou and snatched the newspaper from his hand.

"He Yanzhou! You still have the mind to read the newspaper?!" Jiang Shuya's voice trembled slightly with agitation. "Do you know your granddaughter has been bullied?!"

He Yanzhou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his reading glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose: "What?! Tongtong is in an accident?! Which hospital is she in?!" His voice changed, and he turned to rush towards the door, forgetting even to grab his coat.

Seeing his reaction, Jiang Shuya's anger subsided by a third.

This stubborn old man says he's cutting ties with his daughter, but what is he really doing?

He was more anxious than anyone else when he heard that his granddaughter was in trouble.

She knew this father and daughter too well; they were practically cut from the same cloth, both stubborn and headstrong, one refusing to back down and the other refusing to give in, and they had been stuck in this stalemate for so many years.

This puts her, as both a mother and a grandmother, in the middle, forcing her to sneak around to see her daughter and granddaughter.

"Stop!" Jiang Shuya called out to him. "Tongtong is fine, she didn't go to the hospital."

He Yanzhou stopped in his tracks, turned around, his anxious expression still evident: "Then tell me you were bullied..."

Jiang Shuya handed over her phone and pulled up the videos and articles that had just gone viral: "See for yourself."

He Yanzhou took the phone, put on his reading glasses, and the more he looked at it, the more gloomy his face became.

When he heard Zhou Xuechong's extremely arrogant remarks in the recording and saw the scene described in the text where Tongtong and another child were forced to kneel and were scratched, his fingers gripping the phone turned slightly white from the force.

A long-lost, sharp aura belonging to "Over the Mountain Tiger" He Yanzhou slowly emanated from him.

The temperature in the living room seemed to drop a few degrees.

"When?" He Yanzhou's voice was low and slow, yet it carried a sense of impending doom.

"My family, He Yanzhou's family, are being bullied like this? Right under my nose?"

Looking at his dark face, Jiang Shuya felt a sense of relief. She deliberately spoke in a slightly provocative tone, "Old Zhou, are you sure you can handle this? If not, I'll ask my brother for help. For the Jiang family, dealing with these small fry is just a matter of a word."

He Yanzhou was already on the verge of a fit of rage, and his wife's provocation only fueled his anger, causing him to blurt out, "I can't? Jiang Shuya, don't you know whether I can or not?!"

The moment the words left their mouths, both of them froze.

Jiang Shuya raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping downwards meaningfully, a half-smile playing on her lips. Without saying a word, she turned and left.

He Yanzhou: "..."

He stood there, watching his wife's graceful departure, a breath stuck in his chest, unable to rise or fall.

In the end, all the anger was directed at that reckless woman.

Zhou Xuechong...you're really asking for it.

He Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Over the years, he has cultivated his character, practiced vegetarianism and chanted Buddhist scriptures, and in the business world, he also believes in making money through harmony. Many people have forgotten how he fought his way up from the bottom to earn the nickname "Over the Mountain Tiger".

In just a few seconds, dozens of ways to make Zhou Xuechong disappear from this world in a "reasonable" way flashed through his mind.

But soon, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to turn the prayer beads on his wrist.

Fine, since we've decided to stop, let's do it in a more civilized way.

"Then... let her stay in jail for the rest of her life! And while we're at it, let's find someone to make her 'happy' for the rest of her life." He muttered to himself, his tone calm, yet he decided on another person's future.

Meanwhile, Jiang Shuya had just returned to her bedroom when she discovered that her phone had received an anonymous, encrypted message.

She clicked on it and raised an eyebrow slightly.

How could someone bypass her phone's multiple security measures and send messages directly to her private number?

Although the content was favorable to her—providing more evidence of Zhou Xuechong's crimes—the technical capabilities and the stealthy methods made her somewhat uneasy.

She immediately contacted the top-notch hacker team she had on hand and asked them to trace the source of the information.

However, ten minutes later, the feedback was that the other party was highly skilled and had excellent anti-tracking techniques. They could only determine that the IP address was in City S, and all other information had been erased.

S City...the city where Tongtong lives.

Jiang Shuya narrowed her still beautiful eyes, pondered for a moment, and then relaxed.

Well, since the other party has sent evidence of Zhou Xuechong's crimes, they are obviously not an enemy.

As for who he is... the truth will come out someday.

She had no time to think about any of that; all she wanted was to see her precious granddaughter immediately.

After packing her things, Jiang Shuya went straight down to the underground parking garage, got into her understated but high-performance sedan, and drove out of the He family's old residence.

Her precious Tongtong has suffered such a great injustice; Grandma has to go and comfort her herself...