Han Heng, caught in the middle of the storm, got an earful from his mom, who chewed him out so fiercely it felt like blood was raining from the sky.
Feeling guilty and knowing he was in the wrong, he didn’t even dare to argue back.
“Is everything arranged yet? When is the clarification post going up? And the lawyer’s letter—you better slap that on there too. I swear I’m gonna sue those rumor-mongering marketing accounts into oblivion!”
On the other end of the line, the agent was listening to Han Heng’s roar while barking orders at the staff, busy enough that his feet barely touched the ground.
“My ancestor, I know all that already—please stop making things worse, will you?”
“…Oh.” Han Heng sheepishly hung up.
At 1 p.m., Han Heng’s studio posted an official clarification:
Han Heng has always been dedicated to his film career, never distracted by anything else. Just as he stated in an interview half a month ago, he currently has no plans for a relationship or marriage. The so-called ‘romantic GIF leak’ that’s been spreading online is entirely a misinterpretation, plus outright fabrication.
In truth, Han Heng was simply picking up his niece after her exams to bring her home. We ask the media to respect his privacy. These baseless rumors not only smear Mr. Han Heng but also hurt his family.
Rumors stop with the wise—let’s all keep our heads clear while surfing the web.
Four attached images:
- A bouquet of pink roses—note: pink, not the romantic red, rarely given to girlfriends.
- A back-view photo of Jiang Fuyue playing with Little Mang.
- Jiang Fuyue playing chess with the old man, her profile showing a tall nose bridge and thoughtful expression—a perfect match with the paparazzi’s shots.
- A meme of Han Heng rolling his eyes.
Netizens began reacting:
【So it’s his niece?! No wonder she has such a good figure—runs in the family!】
【That side profile is stunning! Wish I could see the front.】
【Wait—is this the same niece who got the pink princess room?! I’m crying with envy…】
【No wonder Han Heng is the hardest-core movie emperor in the biz—this last meme is gold.】
【This must be what he’s thinking: “You blind fools! That’s my niece and you think she’s my girlfriend?!”】
【Brother, do you need another niece? I can be the cleaning lady for the princess room.】
【Even the dog’s biased! Little Mang used to ignore Brother Han but loves his niece? Gender discrimination?】
【Am I the only one who noticed her amazing posture and figure? That chin-in-hand chess pose could be straight out of a magazine.】
Of course, for every reasonable voice, there were also chaotic, toxic ones—
【Niece? Yeah right. She’s living in his house and we’re just supposed to believe it’s a niece?】
【Think about it carefully. This is creepy as h*ll! Han Heng is terrifying.】
【There’s long been talk in the industry that this guy has a weird fetish. This just confirms it. Interpret that however you like, hehe.】
【Do they really think posting a few staged photos and dragging in family will trick us? Sure, you’ve got the resources and connections—but the people aren’t blind!】
【If you’re so confident, show us a DNA test!】
【That girl’s clearly a gold digger, relying on her youth and looks to steal someone’s wealth.】
【Birds of a feather flock together. If you’re a pile of sh*t, you attract flies. You really expecting a phoenix to show up?】
【Come on, seriously with the poop metaphor? Even the flies would feel wronged.】
【I heard that girl works the underground escort scene. Got lucky catching a movie star, now she’s latched on and won’t let go.】
【Well duh. If you let go of a free meal ticket like that, where else are you gonna find another?】
The negative voices were growing louder and more ridiculous.
Han Heng, seeing the narrative slipping out of control, frowned and called his agent again.
“What the h*ll is going on online? We’ve already clarified, so why are there still so many trolls?”
The agent looked like he had eaten a bitter melon: “If I’m right, it’s He Yan’s team buying trolls.”
He Yan—one of the fastest-rising actors in recent years. A late bloomer who only became famous at forty, with a public persona and career track nearly identical to Han Heng’s.
Naturally, the two competed for similar roles and attention.
Because He Yan rose late, he constantly felt the pressure of losing momentum. His team had been piggybacking off Han Heng for years, using him as a stepping stone to elevate He Yan’s status.
“D*mn it!” the agent cursed. “We’ve already mobilized our two troll squads to control the comments, but the other side came hard. We can’t keep up. And hiring more help takes time…”
Han Heng sank into thought.
Suddenly, the agent let out a surprised “Huh,” as if discovering something curious.
“Han Heng, look at the trending plaza. There’s another group that just showed up.”
Han Heng swiped his screen. The homepage updated instantly—
【To the people calling Goddess Yue a gold digger—open your D*mn eyes. That’s your ancestor you’re talking about! Wtf!】
【Escort?! Your mom’s an escort! Sister Yue is beautiful, brilliant, athletic, artistic, and charitable. You’re the one with the whole family freeloading off society!】
【Yes, my Goddess Yue is radiant and drop-dead gorgeous. Jealous? Crawl back to your cave, red-eyed trolls—】
【Where are the Yue Army troops?! Some dumbasses are insulting our Sister Yue! ATTACK! Spray them into the sewer—no, the septic tank!】
Within moments, a flood of real accounts surged in—authentic fans, brimming with fury. Their scolding power was leagues beyond the bought troll bots.
Not a single insult was repeated. Every one was original.
The agent gaped: “H-Han Heng… just who exactly is your niece?”
She came with her own combat-ready fanbase?
Even third-rate celebs don’t get this kind of turnout when they get into drama!
Han Heng’s worried face finally relaxed into a smile, though his voice remained calm and light.
At least to his agent, it sounded deceptively casual.
“Oh, Yueyue? She’s nothing special—just a national gold medalist in both physics and informatics. People online like to call her a ‘genius girl.’”
Agent: “???”
“She can play piano, paint, write calligraphy… Sometimes scores full marks across every subject. And when the occasion calls for it, she’ll put foreign troublemakers in their place to uphold national pride.”
Agent: “???!”
Han Heng: “That’s all I can think of for now. I’d have to check the list. There are too many little things like ‘top score at the National Math Olympiad Winter Camp’—I lose track.”
Agent: “…” Are you f***ing serious?
Suddenly, a gulp was heard through the phone.
“Don’t tell me… your niece is Jiang Fuyue?!”
“Huh? Didn’t I mention that?” Han Heng replied innocently. “Maybe I forgot.”
“…Ancestor, do you know how obnoxiously smug you sound right now?”
Han Heng: “Do I? Well, I am smug. And proud.”
Agent: “…” D*mn it!!
With this wave of real fans joining the fight, scolding and educating trolls alike, the gossip-hungry public fell into stunned silence.
【Wait wait wait—Han Heng’s niece is Jiang Fuyue?!】
【OMG! My idol Goddess Yue—the one I pray to before exams—is Brother Han’s niece?!】
【Sister Yue is like a heroine straight out of a novel. She’s got all the spotlights. I live for this Mary Sue queen!】
【I knew that profile looked familiar—it’s really her!】
【I’M LOSING IT!!】
【Ladies, grab your keyboards! DEFEND OUR GODDESS YUE!】
【Anyone else wonder why, even after the clarification, all those paid posts are still popping up? If those aren’t trolls hired by the other side, I’ll eat my laptop.】
【Heh. Case closed. That washed-up actor always hides behind dirty tricks—gross.】
…
Meanwhile, at a certain talent agency’s conference room.
“Where the h*ll did this new wave of accounts come from? Han Heng’s troll teams are all already deployed—no way they could summon another batch. Find out! Now!”
Five minutes later—
“Sister Coco, we’ve found the source!”
She walked over. “What’s going on?”
“These aren’t bots. They’re real accounts.”
“Han Heng fans?”
The staffer shook their head. “They’re from two fan supertopics: one called ‘Genius Girl’ and the other ‘Jiang Ji’s Private Kitchen.’”
“What the h*ll?” Coco frowned.
“In plain terms, they’re fans of genius student Jiang Fuyue. Ages range from 8 to 58. Many are highly educated and know how to spot fake narratives. They’re not easily manipulated or provoked. If we keep trying to smear them, it might backfire—and draw even more aggressive retaliation.”
“Wait… this Jiang something…”
“Jiang Fuyue.”
“What’s she got to do with Han Heng?”
Uh…
“She’s his niece.”
Coco’s eyes narrowed. “No way. This is a rare opportunity. We finally caught dirt on Han Heng, and we already paid for it. I don’t care if she’s Jiang Fuyue or Li Fuyue. If we don’t peel a layer of skin off them, all this effort goes to waste!”
“But Sister Coco—”
“Enough! Double down on the trolls. Shift public opinion back!”
Just then, her phone rang. Without looking at the caller ID, she picked up impatiently.
“Hello? …Director Liu? What can I do for you—”
In the next second, her expression completely changed.
She froze, rigid as a statue.
