A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Xie Qingyang was absolutely furious.

How dare Jiang Chu speak to her like that?!

"Jiang Chu!" She practically ground her teeth to powder. "You...apologize...to...me!"

Jiang Chu sneered, "On what grounds?"

Xie Qingyang said coldly, "You have no right to interfere in my parents' affairs! This isn't the old days anymore—"

Jiang Chu scoffed, "Then what right do you have to ask about my relationship with my partner? Only you can use me as a pretext. You get defensive when I do talk to you? Who told you to start this? Don't blame me for saying something harsh!"

"You!" Xie Qingyang took a deep breath. "I was just acting in the interest of protecting the school's reputation, after all, I study here too..."

Jiang Chu smiled and said, "That's enough. The fact that the school has even admitted someone like you means they probably don't care about this."

Xie Qingyang's face was ashen. "What do you mean?"

Jiang Chu remained calm. "Whatever you mean, that's what I mean."

Xie Qingyang had rarely argued with anyone since she was a child, and people usually gave her some face, so even though she felt she was in the right, she found it difficult to speak up.

After all, Jiang Chu clearly felt that he had a powerful backer and therefore didn't take her seriously at all!

Xie Qingyang took several deep breaths, feeling a tightness in his chest. "You..."

"Stop making trouble," she said, glancing at Yu Wanzhou, "Apologize to Wei Jing!"

Jiang Chu was about to speak.

"No." Yu Wanzhou crossed her arms. "He hit me first! There are security cameras in this area. You can just call the police."

"I didn't mean to hit anyone!" Wei Jing's body was still throbbing, and he couldn't help but gasp as he spoke. "You're the one who threw me down right away!"

Xie Qingyang frowned and stared at Yu Wanzhou.

Jiang Chu stepped forward, shielding the junior student behind him.

"If you two have any complaints, come at me directly. Stop causing trouble here, or the video of Wei Jing being taken away by the police will be all over the campus forum tonight!"

Jiang Chu said calmly.

Wei Jing's expression turned extremely ugly. "Jiang Chu, you're getting more and more stupid. I advise you to keep a low profile and not think that you're safe just because someone is protecting you."

He said coldly, "If you offend someone you shouldn't, you won't even know how you died."

"Oh," Jiang Chu sneered, "You're so jealous to see me being protected, huh? After all... it seems like the target you chose isn't protecting you at all."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xie Qingyang, "I wonder how your research and development investments are going? They must be thriving!"

Xie Qingyang looked like he wanted to strangle her too.

Xie Qingyang: "...Jiang Chu, you'd better watch yourself."

Jiang Chu rolled her eyes at her. "I was just walking along the road, and you guys had to come up to me and act like idiots. When you can't argue with me, you resort to this. Have some shame."

Without waiting for their reaction, he grabbed Yu Wanzhou and left.

Xie Qingyang stared at their backs, took a few more deep breaths, and finally caught his breath.

"...Do you know that woman?" She looked at Wei Jing, "The one next to Jiang Chu?"

"No," Wei Jing frowned, "but I think I saw him in the cafeteria before. He said he studied martial arts?"

-

A few streets away, in the police station's interrogation room, the lights were blindingly white.

Sun Zhiqiang sat in an iron chair, with several pages of printed materials on the table in front of him.

The police officer opposite him looked young and spoke slowly and deliberately, but every word he uttered sent chills down Sun Zhiqiang's spine.

"Do you know how many views that video you posted got?"

"Uh," Sun Zhiqiang licked his lips, "...a few hundred thousand, I guess."

"It's 1.7 million," the police officer said, flipping through a page of the report, "and it's still rising. Where did you get the original footage you edited?"

"My nephew's dashcam..."

"Have you edited, spliced, or rearranged the order of the dashcam footage?"

Sun Zhiqiang fell silent.

"We're asking you questions," the police officer said. "Don't even think about lying; the other driver also has a dashcam."

"...I cut a little bit."

Sun Zhiqiang lowered his voice.

"What was cut?"

Sun Zhiqiang's forehead began to sweat.

He knew, of course, that the Bentley owner also had a dashcam.

however--

This kind of propaganda war aims to seize the initiative by using various eye-catching elements to attract attention and gain popularity among netizens.

Even if the other party produces evidence, no one will care. Instead, they will think that those rich people are lying and that what they are producing is edited.

As for police intervention?

In his mind, this propaganda war would take at least two or three days to attract official attention, by which time the Bentley owner would have already succumbed to the pressure and come to him for a private settlement.

He even prepared several negotiation plans, intending to squeeze a good sum of money out of him.

But before he could receive a call from the other party, the police arrived at his door.

This is too fast!

"I cut out... the part where he was about to hit someone."

Sun Zhiqiang began with difficulty, "My nephew, he was drunk and agitated at the time. He tried to hit the female car owner, but her bodyguard held him back. I felt that part was disadvantageous to us, so..."

"So you cut it off?"

Sun Zhiqiang remained silent.

"Do you know what kind of impact your edited video has had online?"

The police officer turned the phone around, and on the screen was the comment section below the video—rows of people insulting the female driver, spreading rumors that she was being kept by a sugar daddy, and threatening to dox her.

Sun Zhiqiang glanced at it, then quickly looked away.

"I...I didn't expect it to escalate this much..."

"Didn't expect that?" The police officer put down his phone. "As someone who runs a social media account, didn't you check the public opinion after posting the video? The comments section escalated to the point of personal attacks, rumors, and defamation. Don't you have an obligation to control it? Or did you actually want to see this effect?"

Sun Zhiqiang's lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

The police officer closed the folder, stood up, and said, "Think about it carefully here for now. Tomorrow morning, we will transfer you to the branch's legal department. Your case involves more than just a civil dispute—fabricating facts to defame others, if the circumstances are serious and cause a negative social impact, can lead to criminal prosecution."

Sun Zhiqiang abruptly raised his head: "Criminal liability?! I just posted a video!"

"You think it's just about posting a video?" The police officer walked to the door, glanced back at him, and said, "Some people are already saying they're going to the school to find the car owner. His personal safety is being threatened."

The door closed.

Sun Zhiqiang was the only one left in the interrogation room. The overhead light hummed, making his face appear even paler.