Chapter 65: The Real Culprit
Han Cheng told Jiang Yu to keep an eye on trending topics. After six days, Jiang Yu finally got his phone back—and when he opened the hot searches, he saw himself right there.
[Drugs found in Jiang Yu’s home]
[Jiang Yu arrested]
[Conclusive evidence—Jiang Yu to face the death penalty]
[Jiang Yu hospitalized, suspected to have been beaten by righteous citizens]
Six days had passed, yet his trending tags were still occupying the top spots.
That last one—“righteous citizens”—made Jiang Yu both angry and amused. Were those three rapists “righteous citizens”? Or was the lunatic who hacked three drug dealers to death the “righteous citizen”?
The comments section made Jiang Yu’s liver ache with rage. Everyone seemed utterly convinced, as if the evidence were ironclad, that he had hidden drugs at home. Every last one of them seemed eager for him to die.
Some even claimed to have personally witnessed Jiang Yu forcing newly debuted young stars to take drugs and coercing them into buying from him. One after another, they produced so-called “hard evidence,” driving a mob of copycat netizens into a frenzy—calling on each other to report him under the police department’s official account, demanding that scum like Jiang Yu be sentenced to death as soon as possible.
Jiang Yu went to check the official account of the police bureau that had detained him. Sure enough, he saw a long string of reports. Judging by the timestamps, they were submitted on the second day after he was arrested—the night he woke up and was transferred from the holding room to the cell.
These people weren’t just reporting Jiang Yu; they were also questioning Han Group Entertainment and Han Cheng, reporting Han Cheng along with him.
A bunch of brain-dead idiots! The more Jiang Yu read, the angrier he got. That was the only conclusion that could describe those so-called righteous netizens.
He tossed the phone aside, so angry that even his waist started to hurt. He might as well not look at the trending topics anymore.
“What’s wrong, Brother Yu? Is your waist hurting again?” Wang Huan was always paying attention to Jiang Yu’s condition. Seeing him holding his lower back, he immediately asked.
“No. Just help me keep an eye on the trending topics. If there’s anything about me, tell me,” Jiang Yu said. He didn’t want to miss anything, but he didn’t want to look himself, so he had Wang Huan monitor them.
“So you’ve seen the hot searches, Brother Yu. Don’t mind those people’s nonsense. President Han has already found evidence proving you were framed. Don’t worry—soon the truth will come out.”
“He found evidence? Do you know who framed me?” Jiang Yu wanted to know who had harmed him, but Han Cheng stubbornly refused to say.
“I don’t know who framed you, but I heard President Han installed a hidden camera in your bedroom, and it just happened to capture someone sneaking in to stash cocaine there.
“I heard the person’s already been caught and confessed, but it hasn’t been made public yet. Brother Yu, who did you offend? That bag of cocaine was enough to get someone killed.”
“You’re saying Han Cheng installed a hidden camera in my bedroom?” Jiang Yu latched onto a different, shocking point.
That bastard—he actually put a camera in the bedroom. Didn’t that mean Han Cheng watched him every day? He slept naked, for crying out loud. And when the two of them rolled around in bed, was that recorded too? What kind of fetish did that bastard have?
“Uh… I don’t know the details either. I just heard it from someone else,” Wang Huan answered vaguely. He really didn’t want to get involved in these two masters’ business.
“Bastard,” Jiang Yu cursed angrily, all he could do for now.
That evening, Wang Huan excitedly shoved his phone in front of Jiang Yu. A massively trending topic had overtaken Jiang Yu’s own.
[Minister Wang Wei of XX Department Accepts Bribes, Arrest Approved]
[Video Exposing Jiang Yu’s Framing Released; Suspect Arrested]
[Jiang Yu and Han Group Entertainment Are Innocent]
[Who Framed Jiang Yu? A Review of Jiang Yu’s Life]
“Who is Wang Wei to Wang Wan’er?” Jiang Yu spotted the key detail at a glance.
Wang Huan shook his head. Meng Zhao suddenly spoke up coldly, “Her father.”
“Hmph, I knew it.” Jiang Yu sneered. The real culprit had been found.
That woman was far more ruthless than Ji Xu. Ji Xu only ever ran his mouth—at most spreading rumors and pulling small tricks. But she really wanted him dead.
It was all Han Cheng’s fault—that pretty-faced bastard, attracting bees and butterflies all day long, provoking one troublesome person after another. If Jiang Yu kept following Han Cheng, he might end up assassinated someday.
Jiang Yu looked at the back of Meng Zhao’s head. At least Han Cheng still had a bit of conscience—he knew to arrange someone to protect him. But could this kid really protect him?
No. He still had to run.
Holding his phone, Jiang Yu glanced at Wang Huan and said, “Wang Huan, I want to eat lychees. Go out and buy some for me.”
Wang Huan didn’t suspect anything and nodded before leaving. Jiang Yu looked at the back of Meng Zhao’s head, but couldn’t think of a reason to send him away, so he quietly sent Han Li a text message.
[Miss Han, do your words still count? When will you send me abroad again?]
Not long after the message was sent, Han Li called. Jiang Yu glanced at Meng Zhao and didn’t dare answer, hung up, and sent another text.
[I’m not convenient to talk on the phone right now. How about adding WeChat and chatting there?]
[Okay. Just search this phone number.] Han Li replied quickly.
Jiang Yu searched the number and added Han Li on WeChat.
As soon as she accepted, Jiang Yu impatiently asked again: [Miss Han, when can you send me abroad?]
[You really want to leave Han Cheng that badly?]
Jiang Yu was full of question marks. Why would Han Li ask that? Hadn’t she always wanted to break him and Han Cheng apart?
[Didn’t Miss Han always want me to leave President Han? My waist can’t move for now—Miss Han can take her time planning. Once my waist recovers, we’ll go abroad immediately.]
[But my brother seems to have really fallen in love with you. Do you still want to leave him?]
?????
What was wrong with this woman?
[Miss Han, you might be mistaken. I’m just a scapegoat, someone who takes the fall for President Han’s beloved.
This time, being framed by Wang Wan’er, I’ve suffered enough. I think I’ve repaid President Han for the care he’s shown me over the years. I want to leave, and Miss Han wants me gone too—our goals are the same.
Miss Han, you’re not planning to stop helping me leave, are you?]
[Let’s talk after your waist heals.]
[Then please don’t forget, Miss Han.]
After waiting a long time, Han Li didn’t reply. Jiang Yu felt uneasy. Her attitude today didn’t seem very proactive—he needed to find another way out.
Would Ji Xu be willing to help him?
No. Ji Xu might take the opportunity to sell him off to Africa. Han Li was still more reliable by comparison.
You only realize how few friends you have when you really need them. Jiang Yu scrolled through his WeChat contacts—there wasn’t a single one who could help him.
Just as he was scrolling, Han Li called again. Jiang Yu hung up, planning to send a WeChat message instead, but Han Li’s call came through again.
Jiang Yu frowned slightly. She was in such a hurry to reach him—something must be going on.
He answered the call and quietly said hello. Han Li’s furious roar nearly pierced his eardrums. This woman really liked shouting into the phone.
“Jiang Yu, you little bastard! Why did you call me for no reason? Why did you add me on WeChat? Everything you just said was answered by Han Cheng—he knows our entire plan now!
It’s all because of you! From childhood to now, Han Cheng has never yelled at me—but because of you, that slut, Han Cheng actually wants to send me abroad and not let me come back.
Damn it, I can’t send you abroad anymore. I’ve been sent abroad by Han Cheng myself. I’m at the airport right now. Just you wait—when I get a chance to come back, I’ll sell you to Thailand to be a ladyboy.”
Click. After cursing him out, Han Li hung up, not giving Jiang Yu the slightest chance to argue.
Jiang Yu didn’t even have the heart to argue. He was panicking now. He should’ve known something was off about Han Li’s tone on WeChat earlier—turns out it was Han Cheng all along.
He had just been discussing escaping with Han Cheng himself. Wasn’t that like walking into the bathroom holding a lantern—plainly asking for death?
Now he’d offended Han Cheng again, and his only escape route was completely blocked. Jiang Yu was immensely grateful that his waist was injured right now; otherwise, Han Cheng would definitely be tormenting him again.
