Ai Xin'Er was already quite famous in school. In her freshman year, she was ranked first on the campus beauty list and had held that position for a long time, even gaining considerable notoriety online.
And now, the whole venue was in an uproar.
"It's really Senior Sister Ai!"
"Is it true? Does the great campus beauty Ai have a boyfriend now?"
"Damn! All the beauties get taken by the rich guys!"
"Wah wah wah, I'm heartbroken."
"..."
Surrounded by the noisy chatter and illuminated by the lights, Ai Xin'Er's face looked a bit pale.
What should she do?
Even if she grabbed the microphone to refute and even lashed out, the other side had countless ways to counter. In the end, public opinion was like a paste; when the other side was well-prepared with money, power, and people, she basically had no chance of gaining the upper hand.
Call the police? Accuse him of slander?
That was indeed an option, but slander charges involving individuals are inherently vague, and only if the circumstances are severe can someone be detained. What qualifies as severe? If she really filed charges, the other party's family certainly wouldn't sit idly by. Could she really win a lawsuit against such a family?
Furthermore, the purpose of the other party was likely to ruin her reputation, and today might just be the beginning!
After all, as long as she chooses to pursue a career as a pianist, with the Vienna Golden Hall as her life's dream, she can never escape the spotlight, fame, public opinion, or even the influence of capital!
Her hand gripping the phone turned a little white.
Looking at the "photos" of her and Han Guangchao on the backdrop made her stomach churn.
For the first time.
She truly felt the massive malice surrounding her.
And at this moment, Han Guangchao, holding a guitar, looked at Ai Xin'Er under the spotlight, seeing her helpless expression and feeling incredibly delighted!
He had chased after this woman for two years, and she had never given him a good look, but today, finally, everyone knew that this woman was someone he had grown tired of!
"Xin'Er." Han Guangchao showed no sign of the viciousness he felt inside and stepped forward, his gentle voice echoing through the speakers, "I know you're still mad at me, but think about the happy times we've shared. Please forgive me, okay?"
He even pre-emptively blocked Ai Xin'Er from speaking!
Clearly, he was prepared for Ai Xin'Er to lash out.
In this situation, no matter how Ai Xin'Er tried to argue, many people might just see it as a "lovers' quarrel."
And the "plants" within the crowd began to play their part.
"Forgive him!"
No one knew who started it, but such voices grew louder and louder!
Even turning into "Marry him!"
Even the girls hired to be around Ai Xin'Er were looking at her with envy.
"So you two were together all along, seriously." One girl even pouted in dissatisfaction and murmured softly, "I really thought we were here to help deal with a bully today."
Meanwhile, Han Guangchao picked up the guitar and said passionately, "I have a love song I've prepared for a long time, and I want to dedicate it to you, commemorating our two years of love."
He seemed addicted to his performance!
Ai Xin'Er's gaze finally changed, becoming resolute.
Call the police!
Even if she couldn't take him down today, even if she couldn't beat the publicity army in public opinion, even if she had to thoroughly offend such a wealthy and powerful scoundrel, she had to call the police!
At this moment.
The sounds around her, even Han Guangchao's voice, seemed to blur.
In her eyes, there was only her phone, the only possible means to protect herself against this enormous malice.
Then ——
"Beep——!"
A deafening horn sound suddenly blared!
Not just one car, but many!
The sound even drowned out the speakers, and the high beams shone down, overshadowing Han Guangchao's carefully arranged lighting!
Who is it?
Han Guangchao angrily turned his head.
Then he heard a huge uproar around him!
"God! Is that a Lamborghini?"
"That's a Rolls-Royce Phantom!"
"Ferrari! Bugatti Veyron! Maybach!"
"Oh my God, where did all these luxury cars come from!"
"One, two... oh my, at least over a billion worth is here!"
"..."
Young people, whether rich or not, generally know a bit about luxury cars, especially when this row of luxury cars drove right up to them, stopping right at the square, with the headlights facing them directly, completely surrounding the stage set for the confession and the crowd watching!
Not just the onlookers, even Han Guangchao was dumbstruck.
This wasn't part of the plan.
Where did all these luxury cars come from?
But this was only the start of the shock!
As the car doors opened, those stepping out weren't the imagined young heirs of wealthy families but well-dressed enforcers!
Uniform black suits and overcoats, uniform cold expressions, uniform strong builds!
A total of over thirty people, walking in step towards them.
The impact of their approach caused these students to keep retreating!
Are they part of a gang?
Who has gangsters driving luxury cars and wearing suits? It's not like they are the mafia!
In any case, they're impressive!
Even Ai Xin'Er, who was originally preparing to call the police, held her phone in a daze, forgetting what she was supposed to do, evidently just as stunned by the scene.
But she truly widened her eyes when she saw Shen Shi stepping out of a Rolls-Royce.
Yes, it's Shen Shi!
He wore a white T-shirt and trousers with a burgundy coat over his shoulder, and behind him followed a man and a woman, akin to a domineering president from a drama, or like a war god returning from a novel!
His presence was overwhelming!
The formerly densely packed crowd involuntarily parted to make way for him!
If it weren't for recognizing that somewhat familiar face, Ai Xin'Er would have doubted if she was hallucinating.
No, she was already doubting.
Is this really Shen Shi? That hardworking, timid, sensitive old schoolmate?
Is this a dream?
Ai Xin'Er just stared blankly as Shen Shi walked step by step up to Han Guangchao, stretched out a hand, and the beautiful female secretary beside him immediately handed him a microphone.
"Is this a confession?"
He looked at Han Guangchao, and the massive voice boomed from the speakers in all the luxury cars simultaneously.
"Or is it a proposal?"
He turned to look at the screen still cycling those photos.
"The Photoshop job is atrocious."
"Who are you?" Han Guangchao couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Who am I?" Shen Shi laughed, stepping forward as his voice suddenly intensified, "You're here using doctored photos to defame my friend, and you're asking who I am?"
Suddenly, there was a massive uproar all around, far louder than the previous commotion.
This was certainly an unexpected turn.
Originally, people thought it was a wealthy second-generation proposing to a campus beauty girlfriend, but another clearly more impressive wealthy second-generation appeared, declaring that the other was spreading slander with Photoshopped images?
It was just like the plot of a TV drama!
But that was the reality unfolding before them; those dozens of luxury cars were real!
This intense reversal and dramatic change left many onlookers flushed with excitement.
Exclaiming how spectacular it was!