From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of life

Back in the small courtyard by the river, the night was quiet and the evening breeze was cool.

Su Qing changed out of her elegant dress and put on loose and comfortable loungewear.

Without the slightest slack, she sat down at the computer and instantly got into work mode.

I used to think that she was just a spoiled, arrogant, and willful rich girl who needed to be cared for and tolerated.

But after getting to know her, I realized that she had a deep-seated pride.

On the overpass, she seemed impulsive and extreme, but in reality, she was using her own way to resist family constraints and fight for her right to make her own choices.

When faced with a problem, she never gets emotional, argues, cries, or complains; she always takes immediate action to solve the problem.

Seeing me standing there lost in thought, Su Qing didn't turn around and urged me quickly, "Don't waste time daydreaming, get to work!"

"I just checked the online public opinion, and the online trolls are still spamming and controlling the comments. The previous negative keywords are still there, and there are even new trends emerging."

She paused, sighed, and her tone turned cold:

"There are rumors all over the internet now, saying that your footage of the No Man's Land was all edited and staged, that it wasn't that dangerous at all, and that you deliberately played the victim and used a tragic persona to gain popularity and climb the ladder."

I walked slowly to her side and leaned down to look at the computer screen.

The screen was filled with a dense barrage of malicious comments, misleading marketing accounts, and fabricated posts that took things out of context, all deliberately trying to smear my character.

I remained calm, unsurprised.

I had anticipated Fang Heng's tactics. He wanted to eliminate me completely, destroy my reputation through public opinion, and force me to admit defeat.

Seeing my calm expression, Su Qing looked up at me and asked in a crisp voice, "Aren't you panicking?"

I straightened up and calmly asked, "Why should I panic?"

Su Qing was silent for a moment, then suddenly her eyes brightened and she said in a crisp tone:

"Yes! Don't panic! Fang Heng has money and resources; he can manipulate public opinion and create an industry blacklist, but we have real, hard-hit material!"

"Rumors stop with the truth. No matter how ruthless the online trolls are, they can't cover up the real desperate situation."

A hint of approval flashed in my eyes; this was the real Su Qing.

Gentleness is her preference for me, but decisiveness and strength are her true nature ingrained in her bones.

"That's right."

I nodded in agreement and quickly got to work.

"The best way to fight back against public opinion is never to argue, but to crush it with absolute strength."

"They spread rumors that I staged the photos, fabricated the story, and created a persona. Well then, I'll release the most original footage so that everyone can witness firsthand the life-or-death situations I went through."

For the next two hours, the courtyard was quiet, with only the crisp sound of keyboard typing and mouse clicking.

We worked together efficiently, without a single unnecessary word, and our teamwork was perfect.

I was responsible for sifting through all the original footage and selecting the most impactful clips.

Su Qing was responsible for editing, proofreading, image processing, and material integration.

From the risk assessment of entering Shuanghu County, to the environmental survey of the uninhabited area boundary, and then the account of the confrontation with criminals halfway through the journey...

From survival skills in sub-zero temperatures and the arduous journey across frozen ground, to the perilous scene of being surrounded by wolves in the dead of night, and determining location when out of contact...

The entire twenty-plus days of perilous journey are filled with breathtaking realism in every frame and thrilling soundtrack, depicting life-or-death moments that ordinary people simply cannot endure.

There was no narration or emotional manipulation, only the purest original sound and real footage.

At 3 a.m., the complete two-hour video, "Full Documentary of Crossing the No Man's Land in Desperate Conditions," was fully edited.

Su Qing checked the footage frame by frame to identify any flaws. After confirming that the GPS positioning was entirely correct, she looked up at me and asked:

"Publish directly? No need for accompanying explanation?"

I shook my head and said calmly, "Send it. No need to explain. The truth is right in front of us, no further words are needed."

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Qing clicked the mouse and published the article across the entire network in one click.

The moment the video was uploaded, I immediately turned off all comments and message notifications on my phone.

Su Qing raised an eyebrow at me, slightly puzzled: "Aren't you afraid the online trolls will continue to spread rumors and distort the facts to smear you?"

I lit a cigarette, walked slowly to the window, gazed at the dark, calm river, and said in a steady tone, "It's no use."

"Online trolls can control comments, manipulate public opinion, and brainwash passersby, but they can't control the real scene, nor can they erase the sub-zero temperatures of the frozen plains and the dense fog that blankets the no-man's-land."

"Netizens may blindly follow the crowd, spread rumors, but after watching the entire documentary video, everyone will have the fairest judgment in their hearts."

"Fang Heng went to great lengths to smear and blacklist me, just to force me to lose my composure and become emotional."

"I'll do the opposite of what he wants. The calmer I am now, the more all his underhanded tricks and schemes will seem like punches hitting cotton, futile and ineffective."

Seeing my composed and confident demeanor, Su Qing felt a warmth in her heart. She stood up, gently took my arm, and said with a smile:

"Okay, whatever you say. Let the netizens handle the verbal battles; on the real battlefield, we'll let our work speak for itself."

I gently ruffled her hair and said in a softer tone, "Alright, you're done with your work. Go to sleep. Don't worry about what's going on online anymore."

"Ugh, this is exhausting."

Su Qing yawned widely and stretched lazily.

Her loose-fitting loungewear rode up slightly with her movements, revealing a glimpse of her fair and slender waistline.

The lines are tight and smooth, and incredibly slender.

I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took a second look.

Su Qing noticed my gaze, stopped what she was doing, and looked at me with a puzzled expression: "What are you looking at?"

I raised my hand and gestured in a mock-sounding manner, my tone tinged with surprise: "I didn't realize you had such a slim waist!"

Hearing my praise, Su Qing instantly became proud and simply lifted the hem of her clothes, generously revealing her slender and fair waist.

"How about it? Isn't my figure amazing?"

The light fell on her fair and delicate skin, revealing soft and firm lines without an ounce of excess fat, making her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

She wasn't shy or coy; she was naturally confident and radiant.

"Stunned?"

Su Qing took half a step forward, stood in front of me, lowered her head slightly, and her eyes were full of sly smiles.

I raised my hand and lightly traced a circle around her waist with my fingertips.

Just right, it's firmly held in place by one hand.

The warm, delicate touch spread from my fingertips; it was incredibly soft.

I looked up at the girl so close to me, my Adam's apple bobbing slightly involuntarily, and chuckled softly, "I was truly stunned. I never realized you had such a great figure."

"There are many things you don't know."

Su Qing leaned over and gently placed her hands on either side of my body, pressing her body against me softly.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance that instantly enveloped all my senses.

She has always been passionate and straightforward, flirting openly and never hiding anything.

Her nose was almost touching my forehead, her breath soft and gentle as she murmured:

"My parents made things difficult for me during the day, and I'm being targeted by others. I've been feeling depressed all night. Do I need to relax a bit?"