The Person Who Filmed This Video Was a Real Bastard

For a time, the internet erupted into an uproar.

Many people who had already doubted Ye Chen's abilities watched Gao Zuo's video, then blindly grabbed their keyboards and began cyberbullying Ye Chen.

"I knew this kid was no good. He looks decent enough, but who knew he was a violent maniac?"

"That uncle is so pitiful. He was beaten until his nose bled. Singing Orange doesn't deserve to sing at all, much less be a singer. Get out of the entertainment industry."

"No matter what, hitting someone is wrong, especially when he hit an elder. Is there no law anymore? This Singing Orange is utterly deranged and morally bankrupt."

"Exactly. Does Singing Orange not have a father or any uncles at home? This is terrifying. How could he bring himself to do it?"

"What's the point of being able to sing? What's the point of singing so well? With such terrible character and such hypocrisy, why hasn't a lunatic like Singing Orange been locked up? It's far too dangerous to let him roam free."

"..."

Of course, there were also rational netizens who firmly supported Ye Chen.

"This video has no beginning or end. Who knows why they started fighting? Singing Orange can sing such positive songs, so his character can't be that bad. Maybe Singing Orange was just standing up for justice, or acting in self-defense."

"That's right, I support the comment above. If you've got the guts, release the full video. Don't let people with ulterior motives lead everyone astray."

"Singing Orange, get online and explain yourself already. I believe you must have had a reason for doing this."

"..."

Meanwhile, Ye Chen was focused on writing a piece of music and had not looked at his phone at all.

Naturally, Ye Chen had no idea someone had posted a video online to smear him.

Judging by the time, the three babies should be waking up soon.

Ye Chen got up and returned to the bedroom, preparing to take his wife and children to the glass conservatory to bask in the sun.

Xiaobao had a bit of physiological jaundice and especially needed more sunlight.

Inside the bedroom.

The three babies had just woken up.

They were all crying at the top of their lungs, one after another.

Su Ningwei was flustered and had no idea which one she should soothe first.

Taking care of three babies alone really was difficult.

"I'll do it. Go lie down on the bed, and I'll bring the babies over for you to feed." After entering the room, Ye Chen spoke gently to Su Ningwei.

When Su Ningwei saw Ye Chen, she said in surprise, "You came at just the right time, didn't you?"

"Of course. I figured out the three babies' schedules ages ago." Ye Chen smiled as he picked up Xiaobao, who was crying the hardest. "Let Xiaobao drink first this time. He's crying so fiercely, so he must be the hungriest."

"So the child who cries gets milk first?" Su Ningwei lay down on the bed and lifted her shirt, laughing at Ye Chen's words.

"Of course. If you don't say it, how will anyone know what you're thinking? If something is on your mind in the future, you have to tell me directly. Guys can sometimes be less attentive than girls." As he spoke, Ye Chen handed Xiaobao to Su Ningwei.

Smelling the scent of milk, Xiaobao immediately stopped crying, latched on precisely, and drank contentedly.

After a flurry of activity, Ye Chen and Su Ningwei finally got all three little ones settled.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and get some sun."

Ye Chen took Su Ningwei and the three babies to the glass conservatory.

They had just settled the three babies down.

When Su Ningwei drifted off to sleep again.

The phone in Ye Chen's pocket began to vibrate.

It was a call from Ke An.

Thinking it might be about work arrangements, Ye Chen got up, walked out of the glass room, and quickly answered.

"Ye Chen, have you seen the video online? What exactly happened? Is there some hidden reason behind it?" Ke An was so anxious on the other end that she was practically scratching her head.

If this matter could not be resolved perfectly, Ye Chen would not only fail to become the King of Songs—he would struggle even to join Star Shine Media.

Star Shine Media would not cultivate a singer with a notorious record. After investing so much manpower and money, if he fell from grace, it would all go down the drain.

"What video?" Ye Chen was utterly confused.

"The video of you hitting someone. It spread far too quickly—I didn't even have time to suppress it. It's already fourth on the trending searches. Go take a look yourself, then call me back after you're done." Ke An hung up after saying that.

Though Ke An was anxious, she was not panicking.

This matter had alerted the board of directors, and they were about to pull Ke An into a meeting.

Ke An intended to stall for a while first. Once Ye Chen told her the full story, she believed he was not the sort of person who would casually hit someone. There had to be a reason.

As for the video of him hitting someone, let it go viral if it wanted to.

If Ye Chen could produce solid evidence later and prove that the person he hit deserved it.

Then this matter could turn into a good thing and add more fuel to Ye Chen's rise to fame.

Ye Chen frowned and opened the video app.

Sure enough, he saw the video of himself hitting someone.

Good lord, the person who filmed this video was a real bastard.

They had only posted a short clip of him hitting the man.

They had not included a single bit of the middle-aged man beating his wife and child, smashing up the stall, or forcing his wife to pay off his gambling debts.

Come to think of it, this had happened back when Ye Chen was a sophomore.

At the time, Ye Chen had taken on several part-time jobs to gather enough money for his father's medical bills, and he often returned to school very late.

Whenever he passed Auntie Yang's Stir-fry Stall, he would get an order of fried rice or fried noodles to fill his stomach before returning to the dormitory.

Auntie Yang's Stir-fry Stall had decent business. Auntie Yang was named Yang Qiufang, and she had a sixteen-year-old daughter, He Qiaoqiao, who was in her third year of middle school and often came to help at the stall.

Auntie Yang was hardworking and kind-hearted. After Ye Chen came by a few times, she learned about his difficulties.

Whenever Ye Chen ordered fried rice or fried noodles, Auntie Yang would add an extra egg and give him a larger portion than everyone else, afraid that he would not get enough to eat or eat well.

He Qiaoqiao was sweet and pretty, with a sweet mouth as well. She called him Brother Ye Chen at every turn, which inevitably reminded Ye Chen of his younger sister, Ye Yao, and made him feel especially close to her.

So whenever the stir-fry stall became too busy, Ye Chen would stay behind to lend a hand.

That night, Ye Chen ordered a serving of fried rice at Auntie Yang's Stir-fry Stall as usual.

At that hour, there were only a few people at the stall having late-night snacks.

He Qiaoqiao brought Ye Chen a bowl of pork rib and corn soup. After setting it down, she smiled and secretly made a shushing gesture at him.

Usually, they only had clear tofu and seaweed soup.

The pork rib and corn soup was clearly something Yang Qiufang and He Qiaoqiao had made for themselves, yet they had specially saved a bowl for him.

Ye Chen took a sip of the hot pork rib and corn soup, and his heart felt especially warm. It felt as though much of the day's exhaustion had melted away.

The pork rib and corn soup Li Juan made tasted just like this.

Gao Zuo was returning from a night out at a bar and happened to pass by.

When he saw Ye Chen sitting by the roadside eating fried rice like some poor wretch, Gao Zuo quickly told the driver to pull over and took out his phone to record a video.

Gao Zuo planned to show the video to Chen Lingling, the class beauty, and let her see what kind of poor loser Ye Chen was. He actually ate fried rice from a roadside stall—it was truly shabby and embarrassing.