After her declaration, Fang Liuliu opened her phone’s photo album and used the event hall’s Bluetooth to project the images onto the screen behind her.
The first photo showed the gate of K University, timestamped from the morning of the second exam. In it, Jiang Fuyue was captured bending to enter a black Mercedes. Through the half-lowered window, a blurred male profile could be seen.
Fang Liuliu spoke loudly, “Jiang Fuyue is from Linhuai, that much we all know. So let me ask you this—why would a student from Linhuai taking an exam in the capital be picked up in a luxury car?”
Someone in the audience shouted back, “What if that’s her family’s car?”
Fang Liuliu sneered and zoomed in, “Look closely. License plate starts with Jing-A. That’s a capital city plate!”
“I know some of you won’t be easily convinced, so I’ve brought more proof…” She swiped to the next photo.
This time the photo was taken in front of the Chunfeng Hotel, also from the previous day. The black Mercedes was gone, replaced by a silver Bentley. Jiang Fuyue once again sat in the front passenger seat, but this time it was a different man picking her up.
“Also a capital license plate,” Fang said. “I looked it up. This is a limited edition—only three in the entire capital.”
“Isn’t this all obvious? She’s supposedly here for the CMO, but in reality, she’s cozying up to rich men, hopping from one to another. Morally corrupt and a terrible influence!”
“I demand an explanation from the organizers! Is a student like her fit to be selected for the national team? Fit to represent our country at the IMO? If she goes, it’ll be a disgrace to the competition and a stain on our nation!”
Fang Liuliu’s tone was righteous, as if she were justice personified.
Immediately, curious eyes turned toward Jiang Fuyue.
And there she was—calmly seated, relaxed posture, faint smile on her lips, utterly unfazed, like a detached observer.
“She’s giving off such regal contempt.”
“You shout all you want; I’ll listen or not. You rage; I smile. Legendary composure.”
“No wonder she’s our Sister Yue. Absolute poise.”
“But… what about the photos? Are they fake? Misleading?”
“Doesn’t look fake.”
“Even if she rode in those luxury cars, it proves nothing. Jumping straight to sugar daddy accusations from two photos? That’s brainless.”
“More than brainless—seems calculated. Someone clearly has a motive to smear her.”
“Someone = Fang Liuliu. Might as well read out her ID number at this point.”
“What’s she trying to gain? Even if she drags Jiang down, it’s not like she can take her place.”
“You clearly don’t understand how terrifying jealousy can be. Some people would rather destroy both sides than let the other win.”
“Dear God, women can be scary.”
“Do we just let this mad dog on stage bark unchecked?”
“Relax. Sister Yue hasn’t spoken yet.”
“She’s too calm… I think she’s about to drop a bomb.”
Seeing the murmurs grow, Fang Liuliu thought she had succeeded, oblivious to how clownish she looked.
“I officially request the committee cancel Jiang Fuyue’s score and qualification, and ban her from future competitions!”
“D*mn, this girl is vicious.”
“And presumptuous. None of the officials have spoken, yet she’s here dictating punishment like she runs the place.”
“Could she look any more desperate?”
She was still expecting applause.
Instead, the crowd’s stares grew increasingly strange. No support. No cheers. Just silence.
“You all saw the photos! She seduces rich men for money! Why aren’t you angry?!”
A male student stood. “You know Jiang Ji?”
“…What?”
“Her family’s private restaurant. Do you know how well it does? Do you know she owns a Cullinan? It’s used mostly to shuttle chefs and supplies.”
Seeing her blank face, he added, “They have lines hours long. Daily revenue hits six figures. Seven on holidays. You think she needs money?”
Fang Liuliu scowled. “No one hates having too much money!”
“Same logic as your photos—pure speculation, no real proof.”
“Exactly!” Another male stood. “We aren’t sheep. You think we’ll just believe whatever you say?”
A third stood. “We don’t agree with you. None of us.”
Then a fourth. A fifth…
The entire hall began rising.
Fang Liuliu stood frozen in shock.
Even the boys she claimed were “seduced” were defending Jiang Fuyue.
“She’s still got boys defending her!”
“Who said we’re all boys?” Two girls stood. “We support her too!”
“And us—” A chorus of voices.
In moments, everyone was on their feet, voices united.
Even the officials were stunned.
Only now did the committee truly realize just how much respect Jiang Fuyue commanded among her peers.
At last, Jiang Fuyue rose and walked onstage. She picked up a mic and faced Fang Liuliu.
“According to Article 246 of the Criminal Law of the People’s Republic of China, any public defamation or fabrication of facts to insult another may result in up to three years’ imprisonment, detention, probation, or deprivation of rights.”
“Fang Liuliu, right?” Her lips curved faintly. “I’m suing you. And I called the police fifteen minutes ago.”
Gasps filled the room.
“She doesn’t miss—just lethal!”
“While the clown was bouncing, Sister Yue already locked onto her vitals.”
“Report her. Sue her. Drag her out. Yes, please!”
“I want to marry her.”
“Learned something today: when slandered, cite the law and call the police.”
On stage, Fang Liuliu was stunned.
“You—you’re serious?”
Jiang Fuyue checked her watch. “Police should arrive in ten minutes.”
“You called the police?!”
“Yes. The law is the best defense.”
“I didn’t slander you! The photos are real! You did those things! How dare you call the police?!”
Suddenly, the auditorium doors opened.
Two tall figures entered.
The crowd turned—and gasped.
“Who is that? So handsome!”
“He looks like Han, the actor… Wait—isn’t that the man in the Bentley?”
“He’s here! Real life plot twist incoming!”
The second man walking in sparked an even bigger stir.
“Wait! I know that face…”
“No way—is that…?”
“Y-y-you’re kidding—Professor Xie?! Xie Dingyuan?!”
The room collectively lost it.
Han Shen walked on stage and placed a hand on Jiang Fuyue’s shoulder, taking the mic.
“That’s him!” Fang shrieked, pointing. “He’s her sugar daddy! Now that he’s here, she can’t deny it!”
Han Shen didn’t even look at her.
“I’m Han Shen. Jiang Fuyue’s maternal uncle.”
Explosion in the crowd.
“Uncle?! She’s his niece?!”
“Fang Liuliu, how blind do you have to be?!”
“Secondhand embarrassment is off the charts.”
“She really tried to report her own uncle as a sugar daddy.”
Fang Liuliu’s eyes widened. “No! You’re covering for her!”
Han Shen coolly replied, “You can explain to the police. Truth never hides from the law.”
Her expression crumbled.
Then she gasped, remembering something. “Fine, he’s her uncle—but what about the other man?! The one in the Mercedes?! That’s the real sugar daddy!”
A cold voice cut through.
“How laughable.”
The second man stepped forward. As he faced the crowd, silence fell.
The committee chair, trembling, stuttered, “I—is that… Professor Xie?”
Han Shen passed the mic over.
Xie Dingyuan took it calmly. “Hello. I’m Xie Dingyuan. Jiang Fuyue’s… business partner. Also, collaborator.”
Boom—
The crowd erupted.
“Lord have mercy—every new reveal slaps harder!”
“I thought Fang Liuliu’s fake sugar daddy story was wild. She accused Jiang Fuyue of being with Professor Xie?!”
“She played with fire and got scorched.”
“She’s done for. Nobody defames Professor Xie and lives peacefully.”
Fang Liuliu looked from Han Shen to Xie Dingyuan in growing horror.
“No! I saw it with my own eyes! She was with a sugar daddy!”
She lunged for Jiang Fuyue.
Xie Dingyuan quickly pulled her back, shielding her.
Han Shen stepped between them. “What are you trying to do?”
The crowd gasped.
“Did Professor Xie just save her?!”
“Where?! I missed it!”
“Uncle Han is so cool—he just stepped in like a knight!”
Fang Liuliu still tried to shout, “Why don’t you speak?! Who’s your sugar daddy?!”
Jiang Fuyue replied calmly, “You can’t wake someone pretending to sleep. Explaining is pointless.”
Just then—
Police arrived.
“Who called?”
Jiang Fuyue stepped forward. “I did. I have a recording. No mediation. I want to press charges.”
“Understood. Who slandered you?”
She pointed. “Her.”
“Take her in.”
“Yes!”
Two officers approached.
Fang Liuliu panicked. “No! I didn’t slander! I won’t go!”
Too late.
Dragged away, screaming.
The farce ended. Fang Liuliu became the ultimate loser.
“Serves her right!”
“She wanted to ruin someone and ruined herself instead.”
“From now on, we do it the Sister Yue way—call the cops, press charges, end it in one move.”
But the top topic wasn’t her arrest.
It was—
“So uh… aren’t y’all curious what exactly is going on between Professor Xie and Jiang Fuyue?”
