A name Zhao Chen had almost forgotten suddenly resurfaced at the worst possible time—Chen Hao.
After lying low in the class group for several days, Chen Hao became active again, like a hyena that had caught the scent of blood.
He sent screenshots of the media reports to the group one by one, pairing them with all kinds of sarcastic, insinuating comments:
"Look at that—this is what you call a wealthy family! Even the stepmother can become a 'personal assistant.' Who would believe that relationship is pure?"
"Some people usually put on a respectable front, but they really know how to have fun in private. No wonder he was ruthless enough to send his own father to prison. What does morality matter to him?"
"We ordinary people should still stay far away. Wouldn't want to soil our eyes."
His comments immediately caused an uproar in the class group.
A few people echoed him, some gleefully watched the drama unfold, and others remained silent.
Young students were naturally ill-equipped to resist gossip laced with romance and power. For a while, the group was filled with all sorts of whispered discussions.
These days, Su Wantang was basically helping handle all the trivial matters and public sentiment related to Zhao Chen.
She silently watched the group's activity. As the speculation grew more and more sordid, her brows drew tightly together.
She did not care how Chen Hao slandered her. Those words could not hurt her in the slightest.
But she keenly realized that if these rumors continued to spread, they might very well affect Shen Zhiyi.
Young women were sensitive by nature. No matter how much Shen Zhiyi trusted Zhao Chen, hearing such rumors every day would inevitably leave a knot in her heart.
After hesitating for a moment, Su Wantang picked up