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

"Bang!"

A fax copy of an IACF lawyer's letter was slammed onto the desk.

"Wei Jing! What's wrong with you?!"

The usually well-mannered head of the science department was trembling with anger, and was about to point his finger at Wei Jing and yell at him.

He pointed to the document on the table, his voice hoarse with extreme anger.

"How could our college have such an idiot like you! You always had good grades, and we've always nurtured you as an elite student. And what did you do? You actually went online to spread rumors about the IACF?!"

Wei Jing's face turned pale. "Director, I... I was just angry for a moment, and besides, what I said was all true—"

"What facts? Do you have evidence that the IACF received money?"

"I didn't, but I—"

"But what but! Do you think the IACF is some third-rate, makeshift organization?"

The director, enraged, laughed coldly and slammed his fist on the table. "They manage top art galleries and academic research funds in over forty countries, backed by countless multinational corporations and top research institutions! Because the interests and academic authority involved are so enormous, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, they employ the strictest three-round double-blind review system for all their entries!"

He took a deep breath, his eyes sharply fixed on Wei Jing: "I admit, there are indeed some shady competitions in this world where you can buy a ranking by bribing your way in or using connections. But that absolutely does not include BIMMA! That's a top-tier journal linked to Cambridge and MIT! Spreading rumors that they rigged things is tantamount to pointing your finger at these top universities and accusing them of academic fraud!"

Wei Jing gritted his teeth. "Director, Jiang Chu used to be my girlfriend, and I know her capabilities very well—"

"What do you know? Are you a dance student?" the director interrupted him coldly. "Or are you questioning the admission standards of the art academy?"

Wei Jing was speechless. "No, I'm not talking about dance. I've seen her homework. Her writing skills aren't strong. Some parts of her writing are grammatically incorrect. Her college entrance exam scores weren't high to begin with, and the college entrance exam essays have some fixed scoring standards. As long as you follow the template, you can still get a certain score..."

"Alright," the director said impatiently, "Wei Jing, you've also won awards in the International Mathematical Modeling Competition. If right now, some other students went online and anonymously posted rumors that all your achievements were bought for you by your parents or friends, would you feel comfortable with that?!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Jing reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, gritting his teeth and saying, "I relied on my own hard work, staying up all night to practice problems, and on my genuine talent and knowledge—"

The director sneered, "What if that classmate saw you get out of a luxury car? What if that classmate said, 'Your family is so rich, they could buy you a Porsche and definitely get you a good ranking'?"

Wei Jing's face turned a deep purplish-red.

The director slammed his fist on the table again. "If you yourself can't accept this baseless slander and feel it's a trampling on your hard work, then what right do you have to slander other students?!"

Wei Jing hesitated, then said, "We are different, I am..."

"The school will absolutely not protect you in this matter."

The director sat back down and issued an ultimatum, "Don't forget, Kyoto University is also one of the co-initiators and partners of this IACF competition! Spreading rumors about unfair competition is damaging Kyoto University's own reputation! The Academic Affairs Office has decided that if you lose this lawsuit and are found guilty of defamation, in order to minimize the damage and salvage the school's reputation—you will be expelled immediately! Kyoto University cannot afford to lose face like this!"

When Wei Jing came out of the department head's office, he looked like he had lost his soul.

He then sought help from several professors he used to know, but the teachers who were usually quite warm towards him now treated him as if he had seen a plague god.

The cold wind blowing in the corridor made him shiver.

Wei Jing took out his phone and contacted the lawyer who was preparing to sue his parents.

"Hello, Attorney Zhang! It's me!"

Wei Jing explained the situation in a low voice, "But I have evidence! I have photos of Jiang Chu getting out of those multi-million dollar luxury cars! Although someone else took them secretly and they're not very clear, it absolutely proves that she has a sugar daddy behind her, and that award she received must have been bought with his money! You help me with this lawsuit, and submit these photos as evidence..."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Attorney Zhang sighed, "Young Master, you still don't understand the situation."

"What?"

"Not to mention that your photos were taken illegally and without proper authorization, they have no legal standing in court and could easily be rejected on the spot."

Attorney Zhang coldly dissected reality: "Even if the photos are usable, how can a few photos of someone getting out of a luxury car prove that the other party 'bought an international academic award'? The chain of evidence is completely broken and has no probative value whatsoever."

Wei Jing panicked: "What should we do? You're a top lawyer, aren't you best at handling these kinds of defamation disputes?"

"I'm sorry, if it were someone else, I might be able to think of a solution. But the other party is the IACF."

Attorney Zhang's voice turned completely cold. "The legal department of the IACF Asia Pacific region is full of notorious mad dogs and top-notch lawyers. If you sue them, forget about winning; you'll be lucky to walk away unscathed. I'm not going to ruin my own firm's reputation for your petty matter."

"What do you mean?!" Wei Jing stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"That means our cooperation ends here," Attorney Zhang announced emotionlessly. "Also, I'd like to inform you that our firm has decided to withdraw from the case concerning your parents' alleged economic crimes and tax evasion. The other side has too many cards to play; imprisonment is a foregone conclusion, and there's nothing that can be done."

"Zhang Zhe! You bastard!" Wei Jing roared. "You took so much of our Wei family's legal fees, and now that we're in trouble, you're kicking us when we're down? What kind of lawyer are you?!"

"That's the truth. I'm just a businessman who gets paid to do things. I messed with a behemoth I shouldn't have, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Attorney Zhang sneered, delivering the final, brutally honest blow, "Young Master, save your energy for next Wednesday's pre-trial conference. Good luck."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The phone call was abruptly ended.

Wei Jing stared blankly at his phone.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

Xu Kang is suddenly exposed to a cold case and faces the death penalty.

He only posted one anonymous comment, but within hours he was precisely targeted, and the lawyer his family had hired at great expense terminated the contract overnight and tried to avoid him.

All of this happened so fast!