Chapter 2803 - 2865: Peeking at Privacy

Someone else has revealed that this person’s character in school is extremely problematic, almost to a disgraceful level—poor academically, often skips classes, and plays with women, relying on his wealth and influence, even forcefully... In short, these exposés sprouted up like mushrooms after rain, quickly emerging. These posts also drew massive attention: many people are less concerned about the truth, just eager to join the hubbub, driven to satisfy their curiosity.

Li Yifei and Wu Shuwei made their way back to school, and it was already late at night. Entering the villa, Li Yifei asked Wu Shuwei to take a shower and tidy up. He went to another bathroom to freshen up, emerging in sleep pants and bare-chested, only to find his phone flooded with messages—all from family members. Li Yifei glanced through them and realized the internet was in turmoil, his family was aware of what he did. He Fangqing messaged: "Honey, are you okay? I saw some blood on you in the video, please don’t be injured!"

Li Xinyue wrote: "Honey, are we going to have a new sister? I spotted a gorgeous lady, hehe. Once you finish your studies this time, why not bring her home for everyone to meet?"

Chu Xiaoyao messaged: "Uncle, you’re trending again, your online buzz index is off the charts, but I’m more concerned about those two bastards. Will they be sentenced to death? A life for a life kind of justice?"

Of course, not all daughters were discussing this issue. Su Mengxin’s message was about matters concerning the Northern Province, which is reported daily—a constant watch on changes there, which is very necessary.

Li Yifei replied with short voice messages to each of them, briefly explaining. Most people were asleep at this hour, and surprisingly even Chu Xiaoyao was asleep, which caught Li Yifei off guard.

Wu Shuwei came out after showering, wearing a slightly conservative and very loose nightgown. Seeing Li Yifei replying to messages, she sat across from him, poured two cups of milk from the fridge, warmed them in the microwave, handed one to Li Yifei, and sat beside him sipping her milk. Observing Li Yifei’s alternating frowns and smiles, she was curious but hesitant to ask, assuming he was messaging his family.

"Come over, check out the online comments," Li Yifei suddenly said.

"Huh?" Wu Shuwei seemed not to hear clearly, so Li Yifei said, "It’s about tonight’s events. Come and have a look!"

"Oh, oh!" Wu Shuwei finally understood. She stood up, moved next to Li Yifei, took a quick glance, and realized Li Yifei was a super Internet Celebrity on Twitter. She also used Twitter but mainly for posting about cats or occasionally some literary content, having just over a thousand followers, including many ghost followers. Now, seeing Li Yifei’s follower count nearing twenty million, she was a bit shocked.

"That’s not important; if you dare to post photos, occasionally interact with followers, share about your work, life, gaining hundreds of thousands of followers would be easy," Li Yifei said.

Wu Shuwei rolled her eyes, saying: "What’s the point? Such followers can’t compare to yours, but I didn’t expect you had this side."

"I thought you’d say you were my fan," Li Yifei said.

"Nah, I don’t follow this kind of stuff—it’s just cat pictures occasionally!"

"Look," Li Yifei handed over the phone, and Wu Shuwei took it out of curiosity. After a while, she realized the night’s events had erupted online. Reading comments from some people, she couldn’t help but smile, finding some fans adorable. Yet she frowned at negative messages, especially those top-voted exposés. When Wu Shuwei saw them, she frowned and said: "Is it really like this?"

"Probably close enough—they’re spoken quite convincingly. Besides, there are exposé photos; it really is that car," Li Yifei said.

Meanwhile, Wu Shuwei didn’t notice she was practically touching Li Yifei, shoulder to shoulder, body to body; appearing very intimate to any observer. Still frowning, she said: "This is just vile, simply scum; even with just one piece of this exposé, I’d want to punch him!"

Wu Shuwei referred to internet exposés about a drunk driver suspecting involvement in a strong, [incident censored] event; as a woman, Wu Shuwei has zero tolerance for such matters, no matter the excuse—the perpetrator is scum, a bastard.

"See how the police handle it; we’ve done everything we could to help and prevent more tragedies," Li Yifei said.

"Ugh, it’s infuriating the more I read!" Wu Shuwei said. Noticing Li Yifei had many private messages, she asked: "Comrade veteran, may I check the private messages?"

Li Yifei nodded, "There’s nothing to hide; I haven’t done anything wrong."

"You consented, it’s not me sneaking a peek at your privacy," Wu Shuwei said with a smug expression.

"Yeah, check them out!" Li Yifei said.

Wu Shuwei stuck out her tongue discreetly, opened the private messages, and read a few. These were simple greetings, from both men and women, some expressing admiration, viewing Li Yifei’s actions as incredibly positive, praising him as a good person.

There were also senseless requests, like one from a woman claiming to be a poor student wanting to borrow ten thousand from Li Yifei, promising to repay. Li Yifei had too many private messages, so he hadn’t seen them, and even if he did, he wasn’t stupid. He had money, but he wouldn’t lend to just anyone, right? That’d be ridiculous. So, the person sent more messages, starting civilly, then resorting to insults, with extremely vulgar language.

Wu Shuwei was dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting to get angry, pointing at the screen, saying to Li Yifei: "There are people like this!"

"Quite a few; I just ignore them," Li Yifei said indifferently, while Wu Shuwei found it unprecedented, incredulously saying: "I can’t imagine who these people are. Are they students or society rejects? The latter wouldn’t say such things; they work hard to earn their keep. What’s this self-proclaimed student mean by being poor is justifiable?"

"Calm down; there are lots like these. Often they claim some illness needing urgent funds, hoping to borrow or outright demand donations from me. I initially struggled with this too—I have money but can’t give it away like that. God knows if they really need it, or are scammers. Even if I believed their desperate need, I have no obligation to give money, right?" Li Yifei comforted Wu Shuwei instead.

Wu Shuwei enjoyed solitude but wasn’t unfriendly, and Li Yifei knew she was reserved with men—not that she was bad or eccentric. Witnessing someone demanding money from Li Yifei under the guise of need, turning hostile upon refusal, Wu Shuwei was entertained yet shocked by its reality. Wu Shuwei felt some of her views shifting.

"Is this that ’if you’re weak, you have a right’?" Wu Shuwei asked, pursing her lips.

Li Yifei spread his hands, saying: "Indeed, this is it—most classic. I’m fine, but look at the long-established, wealthy celebrities; their Twitter feeds are flooded with people calling them dad or grandpa or handouts. When disasters strike, endless people bombard their feeds with accusations and demands for donations. Honestly, I hail from the grassroots, a rural child with limited education, considered uncultured in today’s society. Regardless of my accomplishments, even as my former self, I would never do such things."

"If someone lacks capability, they should strive to improve. If poor, then earn; can’t be a civil servant, a coder, or a teacher? At least exert some labor, right? As far as I know, laborers earn a couple hundred a day, skilled masons—even those who renovate homes—make four to five hundred daily. On project contracts, they can earn thousands easily. If work’s regular, it’s more than many salaried people, untaxed, saving the majority. Being weak doesn’t make it right; don’t expect sympathy. There’s no equality anywhere globally—not in Huaxia nor anywhere else. Fairness exists only in stories. If not striving but blaming society, such people aren’t just uneducated; their ingrained values from parents and relatives are skewed. Put plainly, it’s parental education failure or they mirror those traits!"

Once Li Yifei began speaking, he couldn’t stop, while Wu Shuwei nodded along. Li Yifei continued: "Looking back at coercing wealthy individuals to donate, many view them as ruthless, making money through wrong means. Such views stem from grassroots hearsay or misleading media, emboldening them to curse the wealthy, demanding donations vehemently, oblivious that such ignorance leads to mockery. If encountering friends like this, it’s best to stay away lest their misfortune drags you down too."