Feng Yiqian looked skinny, but he was incredibly heavy to carry.
Tao Zhiyan supported him by one arm as they headed upstairs. His legs felt weak, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Even after several attempts, he still couldn't haul him up.
Just as he pulled hard again, dragging Feng Yiqian forward, the weight on him suddenly lifted.
Feng Ze grabbed Feng Yiqian by the collar and pulled him over against himself. "Go get some rest."
It took Tao Zhiyan a moment to react before he turned to look at Feng Ze.
For some reason, Tao Zhiyan felt as though his brain had slowed down, and his face was getting hot.
"Take a hot shower."
"Okay." Tao Zhiyan glanced at the coat he was wearing. "I'll wash this tomorrow before returning it to you."
"Mm." Feng Ze didn't seem particularly concerned about that. He merely looked at Tao Zhiyan's flushed cheeks and frowned slightly.
By the time Tao Zhiyan returned to his room, he felt dizzy, and his feet were so heavy he could barely lift them.
He had intended to shower, but just brushing his teeth and washing his face left him too sleepy to keep his eyes open. In the end, he collapsed straight onto the bed and fell asleep.
I feel awful.
Oh no. Please don't let this be a fever...
Tao Zhiyan thought hazily.
When Feng Yiqian opened his eyes again, it was already noon the next day.
He had absolutely no idea how he had gotten back to his room, much less who had stripped him naked.
He only vaguely remembered Tao Zhiyan dragging him upstairs yesterday.
Then Butler Tao must have helped me undress.
He's pretty nice.
Feng Yiqian let out a lazy yawn, put on his shoes, and prepared to go thank Tao Zhiyan.
"You're awake, Third Young Master," Aunt Li said as she cleaned. "Are you hungry? Would you like lunch?"
"Sure, I could eat." Feng Yiqian looked around. "Where's Butler Tao?"
"He hasn't gotten up yet."
"He's still asleep this late? I'll go wake him." Feng Yiqian bounded upstairs and banged loudly on the door. "Butler Tao?"
"Butler Tao! Time to get to work!"
"What are you hiding in there for? Don't pretend you can't hear me!"
"Butler Tao?" After knocking for ages without hearing a response, Feng Yiqian raised his eyebrows in confusion, then leaned against the crack in the door to peek inside.
Aunt Li smiled at the sight. "Third Young Master, you can't see anything that way."
Of course Feng Yiqian knew he couldn't see anything. He just wanted to try.
"The eldest young master specifically told me to give Butler Tao the day off today." Aunt Li stood at the foot of the stairs. "If you don't need anything, Third Young Master, let him rest a little longer."
Feng Yiqian really didn't need anything. He only wanted to chat with Butler Tao.
Whatever. Let him sleep.
I have nothing to do anyway. I'll just wait until he wakes up.
Feng Yiqian happily went off to eat lunch.
They had made curry rice for lunch, and Feng Yiqian scrolled through Weibo as he ate.
Trending Topics were buzzing, with two dark-red topics blowing up!
#Explosive# LS Music Festival organizers suspected of tax evasion
#Explosive# Su Liran 32 GB archive
Feng Yiqian didn't understand what the 32 GB archive meant, so he first tapped on the LS Music Festival topic to check out the drama.
The first post in the feed was an official announcement:
[Big Eye Entertainment V: Tao Zhiyan, the Feng family's butler, has filed a real-name report accusing the LS Music Festival organizers of evading a total of 86.3 million yuan in taxes. @State Taxation Administration is currently investigating.]
Immediately beneath it was a clarification from Zhao Ming, the LS Music Festival organizer.
[Zhao Ming V: No need to say more. I'll cooperate fully with any government investigation! /fist/fist/fist]
That statement made his position perfectly clear.
Netizens voiced their support for the organizer.
[We support you, Zhao!!]
[That butler, seriously. How much did the Feng Family pay him??]
[Feng Yiqian sleeps with fans! And now here comes his brain-dead butler /vomit/vomit/vomit]
[Hasn't this kind of slander already caused extremely serious damage? Isn't he afraid of going to jail???]
"Going to jail?" Feng Yiqian bit down on his spoon. "I think you should worry about Zhao Ming going to jail instead!"
Feng Yiqian scrolled a few more times, and a memorial portrait appeared in the feed.
The grin instantly vanished from his face.
Frowning, he reported the edited memorial portrait of Tao Zhiyan, along with all the personal attacks.
After a moment's thought, he opened Zhao Ming's Weibo post again.
He typed a response, then reposted it.
When he refreshed, a new post appeared at the top.
[Feng Yiqian V: Woof woof woof, woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof! /fist/fist/fist //@Zhao Ming V: No need to say more. I'll cooperate fully with any government investigation! /fist/fist/fist]
With Zhao Ming still at the top of Trending Topics, Feng Yiqian's barking was undoubtedly digging his own grave.
Countless netizens swarmed in to attack Feng Yiqian.
In less than thirty seconds, reposts, likes, and comments passed a hundred thousand! The comments were so filthy they were unbearable to read.
The post even briefly shot onto the real-time Trending Topics list.
"That's more like it." Feng Yiqian took the spoon out of his mouth and bobbed his head. "Just curse me out. Why go after Butler Tao?"
Leaving that trending topic, Feng Yiqian moved on to the second piece of drama.
The name Su Liran seemed familiar, but even after racking his brains, Feng Yiqian couldn't remember who she was.
Not until he saw her Weibo profile picture did past memories suddenly resurface, making him frown involuntarily.
[Su Liran V: Hello, everyone. I'll be livestreaming on Sina at eight tonight. As a preview, I've put together an archive containing several videos. [attachment.zip]]
Looking at the size of the archive, Feng Yiqian was seized by an inexplicable sense of foreboding.
He downloaded it. Inside were two large archives.
The first could be opened directly without a password. The second required one, but Su Liran hadn't provided it, so he couldn't open it.
Feng Yiqian opened the first archive. It contained five short videos.
He clicked through them one by one.
The first showed a girl sitting in a private club wearing only a bra and panties.
In the second, the girl removed her bra.
The third showed the girl naked.
The videos grew increasingly explicit.
The last one even showed the girl being abused. Her hair was disheveled, her gaze unfocused, and her body rocked back and forth.
The footage was painfully clear. Su Liran hadn't even censored it; every feature and expression was exposed.
Feng Yiqian's grip tightened. Every second, every shot before his eyes felt like a powerful electric current jolting his nerves.
These were videos of Su Liran being abused.
What was she doing?
Had she lost her mind?
The videos were far too shocking. The comments were flooded with "666" and sexual rumors.
More than curses, the comments were full of insults and appraisals of her "performance."
For a girl, those words were undoubtedly the vilest, filthiest knives.
Feng Yiqian couldn't smile anymore. An inexplicable emotion welled up inside him-not quite anger, nor disgust, just an oppressive heaviness, a suffocating feeling rising from deep within him.
He couldn't understand.
Why had Su Liran posted these videos?
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