Chapter 135

  It's as if a certain wound had been ripped open, and the consequences of all these problems swarming in was to stare blankly at the blood gushing out, pain, grievance or some other emotion surging up, yet he found himself suddenly becoming helpless... it's as if there were too many things to do, and he didn't know what to do first.

  So many days of evasion and glossing over with indifference have finally been broken by two people who were chatting idly in the bathroom while doing their business... Standing outside the bathroom door, Jian Yan finally realized that turning a blind eye to this matter would not bring about the so-called "letting things go" but rather allow those with dark hearts to become more and more arrogant - as if they had expected Jian Yan to not dare respond to these rumors. From the beginning when they were still somewhat restrained and emphasized the importance of evidence, they have now become unscrupulous, even fabricating facts and continuing the story in a tone that made it seem like they had personally witnessed Jian Yan's infidelity.

  Jian Ran's brain became unusually calm after being empty, and he quietly left this floor to the bathroom on another floor to solve his internal urgency. On the way back, he logged onto Weibo for the first time in many days, and his own Weibo was already in a mess, with his fans and anti-fans waging war.

  On the other hand, Yuan Jinyan, you have no shame. Jiang Luo became your boyfriend and you still hooked up with Jiang Chuan. You pretended to be so elegant and innocent, without any scandals, but in reality, you were so messy. This is not all, I didn't expect that for the sake of popularity, you would stoop to such low methods, hurting people who care about you. Do you think this is fair to your fans?

  Another person said, "Get out of here, you black liar! You've been talking nonsense for so long, do you have any real evidence that Jian Ran cheated on him? Even if the oil painting is really of Jian Ran and Jiang Luocheng, what's the big deal? Even if they were together before, what's wrong with that? Does it mean that after marrying Jiang Bailian, he can't break up with her and be with someone else? Otherwise, isn't that cheating? You two are just talking nonsense, do you have any evidence?"

  Jian Ran: "......"

  His fingers slid down, his eyes rolled in their sockets, and he calmly read through most of the comments. Then, he felt that what he wanted to say had already been said by his fans or slightly rational passersby. However, he also knew that this couldn't guarantee that from now on, there wouldn't be people who would mention him, Yuan Zhenran, with great interest and say "I know, it's that two-timing guy", even though no one had ever verified the claim.

  And this is probably exactly what those blacks are aiming for.

  They don't need to win big, just being able to stir up trouble and smear some blackness is already a kind of victory - after all, it's the internet, typing away with fingers, they only need to pay for traffic costs, they basically don't need any cost.

  These principles are indeed understood, so no matter what people say about him, he doesn't care.

  But...

  He quietly logged out of his Weibo, searched for Jiang Chuan's name in the search bar, and immediately jumped out related words such as "Jiang Chuan steals love" and "Jiang Chuan and Yuan Jinran have an affair", which pierced his eyes, fiercely furrowed his brow, and at that moment, Jinran felt that his entire chest cavity was like a pair of invisible hands stirring, even breathing became difficult...

  He clicked into Jiang Chuan's homepage and found that his Weibo was also in a mess, with a large number of water army insulting him and Jiang Chuan's fans weakly arguing back.

  Although he and his scolder used almost the same language, those black curses under Jiang Chuan's Weibo were like needles piercing into his eyes. He thought about it for a moment, he had been in contact with Jiang Chuan these days, but the latter didn't mention anything about this... just as if he hadn't seen anything.

  And he couldn't have not seen it.

  But he didn't say anything.

  He casually walked into an empty dressing room, the dimly lit room was filled with costumes and props for the upcoming movie shoot. He closed the door behind him, as if his whole body had lost its strength, and collapsed onto the sofa. He held his phone aimlessly browsing through the internet, looking at the overwhelming criticisms questioning his character, lifestyle, and even his acting skills. His eyes numbly scrolled through the comments, if he had already seen enough of these kinds of comments in his over a decade-long career and was used to them, then it was probably the hurtful comments about the people around him that were the real key to making his world collapse.

  Everyone around him was attacked.

  It's not just Jiang Chuan, as those two gossipers said, Li Rui's Weibo was once again flooded with the three words "Yuan Zhenyan", and various black materials were ridiculed. Why didn't Li Rui express his views on Yuan Zhenyan? Is it because he has a guilty conscience? Some people even said that if Yuan Zhenyan continues to act in this movie, they will boycott it, reasoning that an actor with poor morals has no right to star in such a patriotic movie...

  Apart from Li Rui, the official Weibo of IM company, CEO Luo Cheng, and some of his friends in the circle also received harassment to varying degrees. Even Fang Yu's nickname "Li Dog High" was not spared.

  But as long as ordinary netizens objectively express their opinions, they will be attacked until they are forced to shut up, and only then will those villains leave in triumph.

  Everything can be summed up in one sentence by those black ones: If he really felt wronged and aggrieved, why didn't he come out to explain and clarify?

  Although they clearly knew that it was impossible for him to come out and say even a single word at this time.

  And yet, these people have somehow managed to do some things right, such as they probably wouldn't guess that everything now is exactly what Jian Ran fears the most. It's only at this moment that he truly feels like the world is collapsing: everyone is standing in front of him, fending off all attacks for him, while he hides behind them, just like a weak and timid coward.

  What should I do?

  What should I do for you guys to shut up?

  What you want is to get new topics to attack me after I respond, but if I don't respond, you will tirelessly attack the people around me - this is an unsolvable multiple-choice question, isn't it?

  Mechanically and numbly flipping through the address book, at this moment the mobile phone's SMS suddenly rang out, jumping out a line of words from the top of the screen.

  "Wife: How's the try-on? It's so hot outside, wearing a military uniform must be sweltering. My flight arrives in H city two hours later and I'll stay with you for two days, do you want to pick me up?"

  Staring at this line of words with a calm and peaceful feeling, he pressed the reply page, typed "It's okay, why didn't you say it earlier, I'm so happy to death" and chose another joyful emoticon, then pressed send. He stared at the message changing from "Delivered" to "Read".

  Suddenly, the image of him sitting in a car on his way to the airport thousands of miles away, staring blankly at his phone screen as he reads my text and helplessly watches me use emojis to be cute.

  For some reason, at this moment, Jian Ran suddenly felt as if his chest was being smashed by a huge boulder. He felt suffocated and heard the sound of his own breathing growing heavier. Then, even before he could react to what was happening, he felt scorching tears falling from the corners of his eyes and into his hair...

  The phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "thud", and after the fluorescent light continued to flicker for a few more seconds, it returned to darkness.

  In the quiet and empty dressing room, only a faint light filtered through the thick curtains into the room. A young black-haired person hiding in the shadow cast by the sofa slowly curled up silently after a brief pause.

  At that moment, it was as if the world had lost its voice.

  ……

  It's probably all thanks to your kindness.

  So this world is suddenly contrasted and looks very bad.

  Including me who is also very bad inside...