Chapter 29 Part 1

Ying Lin was indeed finished. As Xingyao officially took the lead in speaking out, more and more classmates came forward to recount their nightmarish school experiences.

【I thought that incident would never see the light of day, but karma really does turn around. This world still has retribution!

To be honest, if Classmate Qi hadn’t chosen that path first, I might not have been able to endure it either. Back then, going to school was like surviving a tribulation for me. I had to do a lot of mental preparation every day just to step into the school. Because I was sick and taking medicine, I grew fat, and Ying Lin always called me “fat pig” and “pig girl.” He instructed his little minions to drag my desk next to the trash can, saying that a pig spirit like me only deserved to study by the garbage. He often threw dust and dirt into my food while I was eating, flipped over my lunchbox, and told me not to eat anymore or I’d die fat… Even now, I’ve slimmed down to skin and bones, but I still have to struggle with anorexia.】

【Oh my god, just reading the above description makes me suffocate. I can’t imagine what that male classmate went through!】

【I used to have a neutral view of Xingyao, but after this wave, I can only say Xingyao did a great job! By the way, Xingyao’s stock is probably going to rise. Everyone, hurry up and buy some.】

At first, some clueless fans tried to whitewash Ying Lin, saying he was young and didn’t know what he was doing.

But as more exposés poured in and Ying Lin’s increasingly vile deeds were brought to light, most of his fans had liked him because of the sunny and clean boy image from Youth. Now, their filters shattered into pieces, and collapsing houses and unfollowing momentarily became a Heat Tide.

“Brother Lin, what do we do? Almost all the fans in the group have run away…” Ying Lin’s assistant, who had once been one of his little minions, called weakly.

He actually suspected that the remaining hundred or so fans were either too busy to check Weibo or just sticking around for the drama. Not a single one was speaking up for him now.

“Why are you panicking? I’m not panicking yet!”

Ying Lin vented his anger by cursing out his assistant. He had originally planned to hire a water army to continue whitewashing, but midway through, he received a call from his mom: “Ah Lin, your dad saw your news today. In his panic, he missed a step and fell down the stairs. He passed out on the spot. Little Zhang and the others have already taken him to the hospital, and I’m heading there now. Just now, some disciplinary inspectors came to the company, saying they’re investigating how your dad got the bid through bribery. Come back quickly. Mom is completely at a loss right now and doesn’t know what to do…”

“How could that—” Ying Lin’s face turned pale. His hand shook, and the phone slipped to the ground.

He remembered when he bought the Kuman Thong, the wizard had warned him that if the Kuman Thong left him or backlashed against its master, all the benefits he gained would return tenfold or a hundredfold.

People always avoid harm and seek fortune. He had desperately ignored this issue before. He had clearly just wanted to stir up some hype and get revenge for himself, but things kept going wrong as if he had run into evil; now his dad and the company were in trouble too—was it all because of him?

Ying Lin didn’t dare think about it. He hastily bought a plane ticket, bundled himself up tightly, and flew back to his hometown.

When he returned, it would surely be a full suite of contract termination and compensation. If his dad was fine, that was one thing, but if his dad went down, the fines the company would face would be astronomical…

Chu Yi knew none of this. He had secluded himself for a day and night, just in time to refine the finished talismans before Wu He departed.

At Beijing Suburban Airport, preparing to board a special plane to Sixin City in Meng Province, Wu He received the call and was both shocked and delighted: “Really? You made it?!”

The weather had been good these past few days with no thunder or lightning, so he thought it was hopeless.

“Mm, but time was tight. I only managed to refine three. Their power is a bit stronger than before,” Chu Yi said modestly.

“Alright, where are you? I’ll come get them right away.”

Chu Yi gave him the address.

Wu He hung up and apologized to the two masters traveling with him, asking them to wait another hour before departing. Even though he could tell they weren’t too happy, he insisted on getting the Purple Thunder Talisman first.

In the days that followed, every time Wu He thought back, he was endlessly grateful for this decision…

Meanwhile, Chu Yi rubbed his growling stomach, planning to go upstairs for some food while waiting for Wu He.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw a familiar figure standing in the dining hall.

He was still dressed in a rigorous suit, elegant and aloof, completely at odds with the buns, steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks, and soy milk he was arranging on plates in his hands.

“Why are you here?” Chu Yi was stunned for a moment.

He then felt his words were ambiguous. After all, the man had lent him the house; asking like that made him seem like he was occupying the magpie’s nest…

Yu Qingxian turned and glanced at him: “I figured you’d be hungry by now, so I stopped by with some food on the way. How did the experiment go? Success?”

His villa had surveillance. It automatically recorded anyone entering or leaving. On a whim, he checked and saw that Chu Yi had been in the basement since entering the villa, so he came over out of concern.

“It succeeded.” Chu Yi nodded. “I just notified Director Wu. He said he’s coming right over.”

He walked to the dining table and glanced at it. President Yu had bought way too much breakfast—not just enough for him alone, but for three people.

“Have you eaten? Want to join me?” Out of principle against waste, Chu Yi invited him.