IMPGS Chapter 107

The day the marketing account exposed the scandal, the victim’s Weibo account was also revealed. However, she had remained silent all this time.

From last night until now, she had received countless hateful messages in her private inbox.

Not only that, but people had flooded the comments on her past posts with insults and doubts.

If she were just an innocent girl being cyberbullied like this, she might have already collapsed from the pressure.

People didn’t stop at just attacking her on Weibo—they even doxxed her personal information and spread it online.

Last night, Xiao Cheng had asked Luo Jingshu about her safety. Only after learning that she had been placed under their protection did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He could never trust Jiang Ying’s character. This was precisely why, even after suffering such a grave injustice, the girl had been too afraid to speak out against him.

In fact, convincing her to step forward and expose Jiang Ying had taken an enormous amount of effort.

Many victims of harassment or assault don’t even tell their closest loved ones—let alone publicly reveal what they’ve suffered for the entire world to see.

On Weibo, the girl—one of the victims—did not just describe what had happened that day in detail; she also explained how Jiang Ying had later threatened her and her family.

She even released a recording.

The video itself showed nothing—just a black screen. But the audio captured a conversation between several people.

First came a few seconds of chaotic noise, followed by a man’s voice:

“You’re a smart girl. You know what choice to make.”

Then came the sound of the girl crying, mixed with the curses of two other people.

The voices were muffled and distant, making it hard to make out the exact words.

Then, that man spoke again, this time with even greater composure—almost a hint of disdain:

“You have to think about your family, don’t you?”

A blatant threat.

What followed was beyond what anyone could have imagined.

From start to finish, the man’s tone was superior, almost condescending. Though his words seemed placating, they were laced with intimidation. His goal was clear: to force the girl into silence.

Finally, the Weibo user, [Salted Fish Won’t Eat Dumplings], revealed:

[The man in the recording is Jiang Ying’s trusted secretary. He was the one who came to threaten me, forcing me to forget what happened.]

Jiang Ying’s secretary had spoken at numerous major events. A simple online search pulled up videos of his speeches.

When people compared the voice from the recording with those public speeches, it was undeniable—they were the same person.

Despite some remaining skeptics questioning the authenticity of the recording, public opinion was no longer entirely one-sided against the girl. Some people had begun to suspect Jiang Ying.

[Could Jiang Ying really be innocent? Someone verified that the audio isn’t fake.]

[Wow… I never would’ve guessed. He looks so well-mannered, yet he’s capable of such monstrous things.]

Still, many remained neutral, unwilling to believe anything without further proof. They were waiting for the full truth, suspecting another twist in the story.

–

Jiang Ying finally lost his temper, throwing all the documents off his desk. Papers scattered across the floor, leaving no space to even step.

But that wasn’t enough to ease his anger. He grabbed a file folder and hurled it at his secretary.

The folder’s hard cover scraped across the man’s cheek, leaving a thin, bleeding cut.

Despite the stinging pain, the secretary didn’t dare wipe the blood away. He simply bowed his head and apologized repeatedly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jiang. I never expected—”

Jiang Ying cut him off, the mask of civility finally torn from his face.

“You never expected a damn thing!”

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?!”

He truly hadn’t seen this coming. He had destroyed all the evidence—where had this recording even come from?

Jiang Ying felt like he had just been slapped in the face.

Last night, he had used his company’s official account to issue a statement, swearing that he was being framed. And now, today, he has been exposed.

What could he do? Deny that the voice in the recording belonged to his secretary?

But what if they had more evidence?

Jiang Ying didn’t dare take that gamble.

He had been arrogant for so long, and now he was about to be brought down—by a woman, no less.

And one more person.

Xiao Cheng.

If it weren’t for Xiao Cheng, none of this would be happening.

Instead of reflecting on his own actions, Jiang Ying directed all his hatred toward Xiao Cheng—furious that he had dared to oppose him.

He had already smashed almost everything in his office, but the rage in his chest still wouldn’t subside.

Just then, a knock came from the door.

His assistant peeked in hesitantly.

“Mr. Jiang, the second young master is here.”

Jiang Ying’s expression froze for a split second.

At such a critical moment, what was Jiang Zihe doing here?

His face twisted through several different emotions before he finally suppressed his anger and forced himself to speak in a calm voice.

“Take him to the reception room. I’ll be there shortly.”

The assistant scurried away.

Jiang Ying cursed at his secretary a few more times, ordering him to handle the situation immediately. Only then did he storm out of the office.

…

Jiang Zihe was waiting in the lounge.

The moment the office door opened, he shot up from the couch, his face ashen.

Jiang Zihe almost never gave Jiang Ying the cold shoulder. He had always been in awe of his older brother—always obeying, always afraid of angering him.

But this time was different.

Jiang Ying was already holding back his anger, and seeing this situation, he became even more furious.

“What are you here for?”

His tone was stiff and icy, not like he was speaking to his own younger brother, but as if he was facing an enemy.

Jiang Zihe had originally been somewhat skeptical. On the way here, he had been checking the trending topics on Weibo.

He knew Jiang Ying’s secretary’s voice better than anyone. The moment he heard it, he was certain—it was indeed Jiang Ying’s secretary.

Jiang Zihe couldn’t quite describe what he was feeling.

There was anger, of course, but beyond that, there was also a vague sense of disappointment and melancholy.

He had always had a rough idea of what kind of person his brother was. But because Jiang Ying had an intimidating presence, Jiang Zihe never dared to ask about his affairs. Even when he had suspicions, he pretended not to know and never looked deeper into it.

Was it because he was too cowardly that Jiang Ying had become more and more reckless?

Most of what was on Weibo was probably true, including what Xiao Cheng had said…

Thinking back to the phone call he had just made, Jiang Zihe felt even more stifled.

He couldn’t blame Xiao Cheng for not trusting him—he didn’t even trust himself.

It was precisely because he had always feared Jiang Ying too much that Xiao Cheng had felt unable to tell him about this.

Jiang Zihe had lashed out at Xiao Cheng earlier, but now that he had calmed down, he couldn’t help but feel a little regretful.

This whole situation wasn’t entirely Xiao Cheng’s fault. If he were in the same position, he probably wouldn’t have been able to bring it up to a friend either.

How would you even say it?

Would you just go, “Your brother molested me, now what are you going to do about it?”

The moment those words came out, even the friendship would be over.

The more Jiang Zihe thought about it, the more he felt that everything was Jiang Ying’s fault. If Jiang Ying weren’t such a scumbag, there wouldn’t be all this ridiculous, disgusting drama.

While Jiang Zihe was lost in thought, Jiang Ying had already sat down on the couch.

Because both brothers looked extremely tense, the assistant quickly placed the tea on the table and left.

Jiang Zihe snapped back to reality, his expression dark.

“Brother, is everything they’re saying on Weibo true?”

Jiang Ying’s face was even darker than his. “Are you interrogating me?”

So what if he had really done those things?

As his younger brother, Jiang Zihe wasn’t even trying to help him, and instead, he had come here to question him.

Jiang Ying didn’t think he had done anything wrong. At his level, what couldn’t he get if he wanted it?

There were plenty of people who had done worse than him. He had only taken a liking to a woman while slightly drunk—hadn’t he compensated her afterward?

Even though the girl didn’t accept it, Jiang Ying felt he had already taken responsibility. Whether she accepted it or not had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Zihe saw through Jiang Ying’s mindset and felt an even deeper disappointment.

“So you’re admitting to it?”

The high and mighty image of his brother seemed to crumble. Jiang Zihe’s eyes stung, and his voice choked up. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything.

Jiang Ying felt the urge to throw something again, but remembering the mess on Weibo, he forced himself to suppress his anger and massaged his temples.

His rage-filled face instantly transformed into one of regret. He put on an apologetic expression and spoke to Jiang Zihe in a low voice.

“Zihe, I didn’t do it on purpose. That night, I was drunk…”

Jiang Zihe’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

If a man was truly drunk, he wouldn’t be able to get it up.

Jiang Ying being able to do what he did meant he was at least somewhat sober.

Jiang Ying trailed off, sensing that Jiang Zihe clearly didn’t believe him.

He grew even angrier but also a little disappointed—his own brother was siding with an outsider.

Men often got mad when others didn’t believe their lies.

Jiang Ying was no exception.

Still, he controlled his temper and continued, “Zihe, you know what kind of person I am. I really was a little drunk that night, not completely clear-headed. I regretted it afterward and even had my secretary send her compensation.”

He shifted all the blame onto his secretary. His face carried an exhausted, apologetic look, as if he was the one who had been wronged.

“I didn’t even know her well, and I didn’t follow up on what happened after.”

In other words, however the secretary handled it had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Zihe didn’t say whether he believed it or not—he just remained silent, staring at his brother.

Jiang Ying pressed on, “This happened so long ago. Why is it suddenly being exposed now?”

“Zihe, someone is trying to set me up.”

Set him up?

Jiang Zihe really wanted to ask—didn’t you do it yourself?

He remained silent for a long time before finally asking, “Even if this wasn’t intentional, what about Xiao Cheng?”

Jiang Ying’s expression stiffened for a moment. Right now, the person he hated the most was Xiao Cheng.

If it weren’t for Xiao Cheng, none of this would have spiraled out of control.

Besides, he hadn’t even done anything—he didn’t even get what he wanted, yet he had ended up in this mess.

Just thinking about Xiao Cheng made Jiang Ying furious.

He had only touched him a few times—did Xiao Cheng really have to take it this far?

“Did Xiao Cheng tell you something?”

Jiang Ying sighed as if exhausted. “Zihe, I swear, I never touched Xiao Cheng.”

“I don’t know if I did something that made him misunderstand.”

“He’s from the Xiao family—why would I ever force him?”

Jiang Ying sighed heavily. “I know you and he are friends, but Zihe, has he ever truly treated you as a friend?”

“Would a real friend smile at you in person while scheming against your brother behind your back?”

Jiang Zihe’s expression visibly darkened at those words.

Jiang Ying wanted to push further, but Jiang Zihe suddenly stood up.

“I will find out the truth. Brother, you should take care of yourself.”

With that, Jiang Zihe strode out.

The tea in front of him remained untouched, slowly cooling down.

Jiang Ying cursed under his breath, his face unreadable.

–

Xiao Cheng didn’t sleep well. When he returned to City S in the afternoon, his head was still groggy.

Luo Jingshu, worried about him, had arranged for someone else to drive while he sat with Xiao Cheng in the backseat.

Xiao Cheng leaned against the seat, eyes half-closed, unwilling to say a word.

His mind kept replaying Jiang Zihe’s words from that morning, piercing his heart like needles. The pain spread in waves, leaving his chest tight and aching.

Could he and Jiang Zihe still be friends after this?

Xiao Cheng couldn’t find an answer.

In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it and instead played with Luo Jingshu’s fingers to distract himself.

Luo Jingshu rested one hand on Xiao Cheng’s leg while using his other to reply to messages on his phone.

Suddenly, his expression darkened.

He glanced down at the screen, where the latest message from Fu Ju was displayed.

[Your boyfriend’s secret Weibo account has been exposed.]