My Ex Posted Me on the Confession Wall for Using His Meal Card

A photo of me buying food at the cafeteria was posted on the confession wall. My roommate winked at me, "Our Shi Ning truly is a regular feature on the confession wall—even buying food gets you noticed."

I thought this was just a small incident in my ordinary life, but then the poster appeared in the comments section.

【Computer Science 23rd year Zhang Shi Ning, right?】

【Are you so poor you can't even afford food? You have to use someone else's boyfriend's meal card?】

【Does being the other woman feel good? Do you know my sister is in the hospital because of you?!】

Chapter 1

Staring at the three new comments, I froze for a moment. Within a minute, the post had already piled up with replies.

【What's going on??!】

【Zhang Shi Ning is the other woman??】

【How did this end up with someone in the hospital? What happened?】

【Honestly, I always thought she was kind of a green tea type...】

I had always been somewhat popular on campus, and this person's words directly sparked public opinion, instantly triggering various discussions. I frowned tightly, looking at the speaker's ID—I had no recollection of them at all.

The dorm room fell silent. I saw my roommate's gaze fall on my meal card, a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "It's okay, Shi Ning. We know you're not..."

Zhang Wei, my closest roommate, spoke up, but her comforting words were interrupted by another roommate's exclamation: "Everyone, look at that person's social media posts!"

In the poster's social media were screenshots, one after another.

【Why, why did you give away the things I bought you and immediately give them to her?】

【Does she know that Pikachu charm I waited in line all night to buy? What right does she have to accept such a valuable gift so shamelessly?】

【You said there's nothing between you, but what a coincidence, you even ended up in the same elective class...】

...

【You told me you were going to a conference, and I waited obediently for you to come back for Qixi Festival, but my friend told me you two stayed alone in the meeting room for a long time. The cake that day was so bitter.】

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【I felt bad that your family situation wasn't good, so I saved my living expenses to top up your meal card, but I saw you hand the milk tea with a heart sticker into her palm...】

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【I'm just an ordinary girl, I can't compete with those campus goddesses. Sometimes when I see you two together, I even get confused—was my happiness actually stolen?】

【If you two like each other, could you tell me... I don't want to be a fool, and I'm not that clueless...】

These scattered short notes, from early February last year until today—a full year and one month. They revealed a girl's disappointment and tears, like a colorless, overcast sky that drains one of all strength.

The dorm room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Zhang Wei cleared her throat, and everyone's gaze followed hers to the gray Pikachu on my shoulder bag. The pile of pink milk tea bags on my desk had grown quite thick.

"Last Qixi Festival..." Another roommate spoke up. Last Qixi Festival, I had spent a lot of effort dressing up before going out.

The most humiliating thing wasn't the curses but my friends' hesitation. I saw Zhang Wei's lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but the descriptions in those screenshots, one by one, matched reality.

My phone, lying face down on the desk, vibrated. Turning it over, I saw the two most glaring words at that moment—Chen Shi.

Also the person who gave me the charm, bought me milk tea, and was flirtatious with me—Chen Shi.

Chapter 2

Sunlight streamed through the high windows but not a single ray fell on me. "So you were flirting with me while dating her, is that right?"

My tone wasn't good. The face across from me, one I knew intimately, was now covered in a haze I couldn't see through. His eyes darted around, his side face tense.

I spoke up, interrupting his hesitation: "I had no idea about this 'other woman' situation. This is your fault. You need to clarify it, and we shouldn't see each other anymore."

"I'm truly sorry for the hurt I caused your girlfriend."

Throughout this entire affair, I had never known about his relationship with that girl. If I had known, I would never have gotten so close to him. Chen Shi and I were childhood friends. He moved away in middle school, and I never expected to meet him again in college.

I did have feelings for him, but not so shameless as to pursue him knowing he had a girlfriend. This situation was a consequence of his concealment and poor boundary management. Only he could clarify it.

I proposed a solution, but Chen Shi remained silent for a long time before slowly shaking his head. "I can't agree to your request."

I stared at him intently, but his expression didn't soften at all. "I only see you as a sister. I don't know if my actions gave you the wrong impression, making you think we were flirting."

"I'm just used to taking care of girls younger than me. I never had any improper thoughts about you. This matter made my girlfriend unhappy. I hope you'll apologize to her face to face, and I'll definitely keep my distance from you in the future."

His words made my head buzz. "What do you mean? This is clearly your fault, and now you're telling me you see me as a sister."

He spread his hands and shrugged: "Otherwise? Haven't you been the one misunderstanding all along?"

"You suggested the milk tea, you asked for the Pikachu as a birthday gift, I had no choice but to give it to you. Who knew you'd actually accept it?"

"Everyone knows I have a girlfriend. Why didn't you know? You said you lost your meal card, I kindly lent you mine, but you never returned it and even deliberately let my girlfriend see it. Isn't that provocation?"

"I was nice to you out of politeness. You kept acting inappropriately, and now Qiao Qiao is still in the hospital. You must apologize to her."

In that moment, I felt like I couldn't recognize the person in front of me at all. The meal card incident—he had clearly suggested it himself, saying he didn't need his card since he was working part-time off campus, and the money on it was my own top-up.

I'm not the type to romanticize every male interaction. I can clearly distinguish between familial love and romantic love. Chen Shi's past actions toward me were standard courtship behavior. Those intimate nicknames, his completely different attitude toward me compared to others.

I had always thought we were in a "more than friends, less than lovers" relationship. Out of rather traditional values, I was waiting for his confession. But it turned out he wasn't afraid to confess—he couldn't confess.

And now, those little moments of coquettishness I showed during our flirtation had all become evidence of my shamelessness? He said everyone knew he had a girlfriend, but I was precisely the one who had never heard!

The conversation ended badly. I thought he had come to admit his mistake and discuss countermeasures, but instead, he pushed everything onto me. How ridiculous.

And the very next day, my social media was flooded with messages. The audio recording of our conversation was actually edited and posted online. With key sentences removed, it sounded like conclusive proof that I was the other woman, making me the completely active party.

The victim was still in the hospital. Chen Shi cried and got her forgiveness, saying he just hadn't handled the boundaries well. Now, only I was at fault. I was the one who deliberately seduced him, who was shameless, who used my beauty to bully classmates.

Once the seed of doubt is planted, all your actions will be over-analyzed. The way I drink coffee, my WeChat step count, even my clothes and style—they were all placed under a moral microscope.

In a department team-building photo, I stood next to the department head, and that became evidence that I was a "serial homewrecker." Chen Shi and Jin Qiao's silence directly put me in the eye of the storm. My clarification post didn't make any waves.

Gossip-fueled excitement spread throughout campus. I could hear rumors everywhere I went. My social media, even my parents' TikTok accounts, received numerous curses. Some said I was fake pure, some felt sorry for the girl whose relationship I ruined, some said I looked innocent but was probably promiscuous behind the scenes. They called me a bitch, called me an attempted murderer...

One vicious remark after another was heaped upon me. This was clearly a rumor about two people, yet Chen Shi was completely unaffected. I even heard guys around me secretly admiring his skill, amazed that he could win the hearts of two beautiful women.

Those sharp blades all seemed to have eyes, avoiding him completely and stabbing fiercely at me. The atmosphere outside was bad, and the dorm wasn't much better.

Except for Zhang Wei, who still talked to me, the other two roommates treated me as if I were invisible. "Don't blame them. They just can't accept it right now... Everyone has a strong sense of morality..." Zhang Wei said this as if comforting me.

I pressed my lips together. "Chen Shi never told me he had a girlfriend." Unsubstantiated defenses are so pale. Those unspoken budding feelings, those secret emotions too shy to share with outsiders—none left a single trace that could prove my innocence.

I tried to contact Jin Qiao to explain the truth, but only received her response that she hadn't recovered from her illness and couldn't face me right now. One self-defense attempt after another only brought more criticism.

The rumors showed no signs of stopping, instead growing more intense. From time to time, another chat record or photo would emerge to prove my promiscuity. The matter reached its climax at the campus evening party.

Chapter 3

I was always the host of the evening party. But this time, even colleagues I was usually familiar with seemed awkward when they saw me. An invisible oppression flowed through the backstage area.

They didn't speak, but I knew—this was my last time hosting. They hadn't replaced me only because there wasn't enough time to find a substitute. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

As expected, there were various scrutinizing gazes and whispers—judgment, mockery... My hand holding the microphone trembled slightly. My mind wasn't strong enough to remain calm in the face of these rumors.

Fortunately, as the party progressed, the attention on me lessened considerably. At nine o'clock, the party ended, and I took the stage to deliver the final blessing.

Everyone's hostility had dissipated considerably during the party. Most were distracted, waiting for the orderly conclusion. I smiled: "This evening party has concluded successfully. Next time..."

Before I could finish, I felt something cold splash in my face. Dirty water soaked me from head to toe, my hair matted in strands, my white dress stained with leaves and cigarette butts. I didn't need to think to know how disheveled I must look.

This was the first time I saw the poster. His eyes held only naked malice. "My sister is still in the hospital. How dare you act like nothing happened, looking so glamorous!"

"You vicious bitch don't deserve this!"

The students who should have been leaving in an orderly fashion all pulled out their phones. Round camera lenses silently watched this righteous judgment. No one showed sympathy for my situation. Below, there were only cheers and the joy of witnessing an unexpected scandal.

"Whoa, so satisfying!"

"That's how it should be! Why should Jin Qiao be in the hospital while she stands under the spotlight!"

"I'm so satisfied!"

My helplessness and embarrassment became the spark that ignited fireworks. The scene erupted in chaos. Jin Qiao's brother and I were both called away by the counselor.

That six-foot-tall man's eyes reddened before mine did. Talking about his sister's condition, he sobbed: "I couldn't stand it..."

"Why should my sister suffer so much because of her... while she remains unharmed..."

"I wish I could..."

...

"...I was a bit impulsive..."

The counselor talked with him at length, comforting him considerably. His voice finally softened, as if some kind of reconciliation had been reached. But when he looked at me as he left, there was no relief in his eyes.

I knew that in his eyes, I deserved all this, and even this wasn't enough to satisfy his hatred. The office fell silent again, like the dorm room, the classroom when I was present...

The counselor took a sip of tea and finally spoke after a long time: "Ultimately, you were at fault first. Although Student Jin went a bit too far, it's understandable..."

"Let's just leave it at that." Her fingers tapped the table, as if putting the final word on this matter.

I looked up at her: "I didn't do it." She waved her hand: "It's already come to this. Don't think about it anymore. You young people are so messy."

"Because of this incident, you probably won't get the scholarship. There's nothing to be done about it." "After enough time passes, the rumors will naturally die down. Leave it all to time."

She spoke so casually, but I felt my body trembling. Why did everyone think I deserved to endure all this? Why was every attempt at self-defense drowned in this tide of public opinion?

The truth wasn't like this, so why was all the blame placed on me? I looked at some clues I had found in my phone and opened that chat window. Soon, another confession wall post exploded.

【Breaking news—Tomorrow at 3 PM, Zhang Shi Ning will livestream to admit her crimes of being the other woman, kneel and apologize to Jin Qiao, and voluntarily offer compensation.】

Looking at the rapidly increasing comments, my eyes darkened. Perhaps from the beginning, I shouldn't have thought about explaining. When dirty water is thrown at you, squatting down to wipe your dress is the most useless action.

Chapter 4

That post made this incident, which should have gradually faded, once again become the center of campus discussion. Everyone was watching my every move. After all, in that message, I had written such severe terms—abandoning dignity, abandoning face to kneel down.

And this behavior could clearly put the final nail in the coffin of this matter. My crimes would become an indelible mark carved in stone.

That morning, I received a call from Chen Shi. He seemed to choose his words carefully before speaking: "It doesn't have to be so extreme. You could just post an article admitting your mistake and expressing your apology to Qiao Qiao."

"We were all friends before. I don't want things to get too ugly. And Qiao Qiao's emotions aren't very stable right now. I'm afraid your appearance..."

I raised my voice to interrupt him: "How can there be sincerity without apologizing in person?" "Has this matter developed to a point where an article can resolve it?"

"From the moment she chose to harm herself and had her brother post this on the confession wall, this matter couldn't be small, and it couldn't just quietly go away."

"Since you all say I'm the sinner, let's have a proper apology in person." "You want my admission of guilt, and I want a result too."

After saying this, I hung up directly. The priority now was to organize the evidence I had recently collected, not waste time communicating with Chen Shi.

I had already found out which hospital room Jin Qiao was in. On the third day, at exactly the right time, I knocked on the door. Footsteps scurried inside.

The Media Department member following me stepped forward to communicate and got permission to record. When the door opened, I saw Jin Qiao for the first time. Delicate and slender was my first impression of her.

She curled up in her hospital gown, her bangs slightly covering her eyes. When she looked at me, there was only timidity in her eyes. Like a startled fawn, she forced a smile at me: "Classmate Zhang... Thank you for making the trip..."

She looked just like her writing—harmless to people and animals. I looked at her and forced a smile too.

After a moment of silence, Jin Qiao spoke first: "Classmate Zhang, there's really no need. I don't need you to kneel and apologize, and I don't need your financial compensation."

"Whether I misunderstood or you really went astray, Chen Shi has already promised that he won't contact you anymore."

"Let's just let the past be the past. I won't blame you anymore." Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, the corners of her eyes reddened. Facing the camera, she still seemed uneasy.

Her timidity formed a strong contrast with the calm I had honed through years of stage performances. Just sitting there made people feel sorry for her. I placed the fruit basket I was carrying on the small table by her bed and gently gathered the stray hairs by my ear that had fallen when I lowered my head.

"How could it be unnecessary? You're in the hospital after all. Can you really let it go so easily?" My tone wasn't harsh, but she trembled slightly, gently pulling on Chen Shi's sleeve.

Jin Qiao's brother blocked my gaze toward Jin Qiao, his expression unfriendly: "My sister has already forgiven you. What more do you want?"

"You said you came to kneel and apologize today, but I don't believe a single word of it!" "She's already suffered like this because of you. Can't you just let her recover in peace?!"

His eyes were sharp, his tone full of defensiveness and impatience. Chen Shi stepped forward to mediate: "We've met face to face. Just say you're sorry and that's enough. Take your things and leave. We won't mention this matter again."

"Those things you posted on the confession wall, we'll just treat them as jokes. Let's both take a step back."

I smiled, staring at Chen Shi: "Just forget it?"

"On what grounds?"

Chapter 5

"What do you mean?" Chen Shi looked at me defensively. "Are you trying to turn things around? Do you think anyone will believe you?"

"I've already posted those chat records. The one speaking ambiguously was always you. I just occasionally responded to you, and you could go on and on."

"The chat records show it clearly—you deliberately approached me!"

I nodded. Of course, there wasn't much evidence in the chat records. That was because Chen Shi had been extremely careful from the beginning! The persona he created for me from the start was enthusiastic offline, socially anxious and reserved online.

From the beginning, he was calculating. "Classmate Zhang, Chen Shi has already explained everything to me. I believe him."

"I know you just took a wrong turn for a moment. I really don't have any resentment toward you now."

"Actually, I never dared compete with you. You're so excellent and beautiful. Sometimes I even think, if I were Chen Shi, I would choose you too."

The sunlight made her eyes exceptionally clear, her gentle words filled with sincerity. "I accept your apology. Can we end this now? I'm not feeling well."

She frowned slightly, holding her wound, expressing her intention for us to leave. I narrowed my eyes.

Here we go again. Always finding excuses to avoid communicating with me, always using the image of the underdog, sounding like she was praising me but actually pushing me toward the opposition of the gossipers, adding more criticism points to my name.

I didn't respond to her but pulled over a chair and sat down. "I'm sorry, I know you're not feeling well, but coincidentally, I'm not feeling well either."

"But unlike you, your discomfort is performed in front of everyone, can be seen by all, and is taken for granted."

"Mine is the unspeakable discomfort hidden behind emotions."

"You say you've forgiven Chen Shi, that you know the cause of the matter, that you believe him—do you know I'm not his only flirtatious partner?"

"Did you only discover me, or am I the one among all his flirtatious partners that you dislike the most?"

"Or perhaps, you simply hate me?"

"Slandering someone's reputation out of jealousy—you've done that quite a bit, haven't you?"

My words echoed in the room. I saw Jin Qiao's originally downcast eyes gradually widen, her trembling fingers betraying her inner tension. Chen Shi's side face was tense, his expression full of disbelief.

I laughed and leaned back, though sitting in a lower position, my momentum didn't lessen at all. I looked at Chen Shi amusedly: "Do you want to know how I found out?"

I waved the meal card in my hand. The card holder was a custom pattern, likely costing considerable effort to make. Jin Qiao must have recognized this meal card because of the card holder.

The meal card flipped between my fingertips. The Media Department student moved the camera closer to me, as if waiting for my explanation. "This meal card has really been with you for a long time."

"No wonder you knew to eagerly buy milk tea the first time you asked me out to eat. Practice makes perfect, huh?" The meal card records can be checked. Before meeting me, he had already started buying various flavors of milk tea.

Unsweetened, 30% sugar, 50% sugar, full sugar—sometimes two or three cups a day. I looked at Jin Qiao amusedly: "Have you looked into these people?"

"How many owners has this exquisite card holder actually protected?" Chen Shi panicked, stepped forward, his voice trembling: "Don't slander me! Can't I drink milk tea myself? What's wrong with liking to drink it?!"

Seeing his flustered and exasperated appearance, I cleared my throat: "Chen Shi, there's an old saying—walls have ears."

"Do you really think all your actions were done without anyone knowing? Do you think all your flirtatious partners will always obediently endure in silence?"

Chapter 6

I raised my phone toward the screen. In recent days, many people had contacted me. I had blurred the faces in these images. I wasn't the only one flirting with Chen Shi, nor was I the only one deceived by him.

He was a master at fishing, very skilled at manipulating girls' hearts. Those girls all encountered the same situation as me—meeting a Chen Shi who was cold online but warm offline. He even chose camera-free forest paths for our private walks.

"You're really good at counter-surveillance, a master of time management. I can't help but applaud you." My sarcastic words made Chen Shi's face turn red and white.

He stared at my phone screen, his eyes darting around before returning to his hardline stance: "Who knows if these chat records are forged? Can you prove this isn't something you directed yourself?"

I scoffed. Just then, the student handling the livestream exclaimed: "Lots of comments saying the confession wall just exposed more explosive material about this matter!"

Jin Qiao and Chen Shi immediately started scrolling through their phones. As his fingers moved, Chen Shi's expression grew worse. I smiled. Of course, I knew what was posted on the confession wall.

It was evidence from several girls collectively coming forward to expose Chen Shi. They also included forensic analysis of the Photoshop痕迹 on some photos Chen Shi had posted before. The pixel mismatches at the seams were clearly more effective than our various evidence.

Who was lying was clear at a glance. Sobbing sounded softly. Jin Qiao's face was pale as tears slowly streamed from the corners of her eyes: "Chen Shi, how could you do this to me."

She cried heartbrokenly, sobbing intermittently, the very picture of a victim. The livestream audience was full of regret, with many feeling indignant on her behalf. Some cursed Chen Shi, some felt sorry for Jin Qiao, and some said I was deliberately taking revenge.

Jin Qiao hugged her knees, her sobs intermittent. Her delicate butterfly bones created an arc against her hospital gown.

Clap, clap, clap—

The crisp applause sounded particularly eerie in the quiet hospital room. Jin Qiao's brother looked at me, his eyes red. His fist raised high toward me: "What do you mean?!"

"Get out, both you and Chen Shi! You're not welcome here! My sister doesn't want to see you right now!" Saying this, he tried to push us out.

Looking at this person so protective of his sister, I coldly said those words: "Your sister's life is precious, but other people's lives aren't?"

"I have to say, your sister shouldn't have studied science. She should have become an actress."

Jin Qiao's brother froze for a moment at my words. He frowned, his eyes full of confusion: "What do you mean?"

I patted my clothes and stood up. Jin Qiao had already raised her head. Her face was fragile, not particularly outstanding, but combined, it created a pitiful appearance that made it hard to imagine she had done those things.

Looking at her innocent face, I spoke: "Jin Qiao, do you still remember the name Zhang Meisheng?"

A flicker of dullness passed through her eyes, as if trying hard to remember. After a long time, her pupils suddenly contracted, and the timidity on her face was replaced by disbelief and horror.

I stared at her and began reciting the story I had heard last night. "In 2018, you had a crush on a boy in your class, but unfortunately, he didn't like you—he liked a girl completely different from you."

"You smoked, drank, and hung out at nightclubs, while that girl was a bookworm who buried herself in her studies."

"You were jealous and angry, so you gathered a small group to take embarrassing photos of her."

"You twisted her normal act of going to the teacher's office to ask questions into having an improper relationship with the teacher."

"You used the girl's kindness to act, portraying yourself as the victim."

"You're quite skilled at manipulating public opinion."

"We're both women. I can't understand your behavior of spreading false rumors about another woman without any bottom line!"

Chapter 7

I shoved a pixelated video in Jin Qiao's brother's face. The girl in the video was in extremely poor mental condition.

Not the deliberately crafted fragility of Jin Qiao, but a weary look that at a glance showed she had suffered severe mental torment. In that video, the girl spoke with blood in her voice, recounting that dark past—those times of being slandered, rumored about, isolated by classmates, and misunderstood by family.

She said: "I didn't do anything, but overnight everything changed."

"Because of those baseless photos and rumors, my life underwent a dramatic transformation."

"When the rumors intensified, no one was willing to listen to my explanation."

"They only believed what they saw, only celebrated those messages that interested them, while no one cared about the truth."

"At that time, I really didn't know how to go on living. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those pointing fingers."

"Clearly, these were things that never happened, but hearing those words, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and blush, as if I had really done those things..."

"As if... I was really the promiscuous person they described..."

Talking about the past, the girl's teeth chattered. I couldn't bear to continue watching and turned off the screen. This girl was an unexpected discovery during my information search.

For all these years, she had been silently watching Jin Qiao's life. She had never forgotten her. I noticed her because of a comment she left in Jin Qiao's social media space: 【On what grounds?】

But Jin Qiao had already forgotten her, only replying with a simple question mark. The perpetrator had long moved on, while she remained trapped in that rainy 2018.

After learning about my situation, the girl gathered great courage. She shared that experience once again. What she suffered was far worse, a hundred times more severe than what I experienced. But for me, she was willing to personally tear open her bleeding wounds and drag those memories out again.

I exhaled and looked at Jin Qiao's brother: "Your sister is the real bitch."

I pulled out a stack of documents and threw them at him: "Her injury assessment was forged. She just lightly scratched her skin with a small knife, barely even drawing blood."

"The nurses and doctors she bribed will be suspended and investigated. Forgot to tell you—my aunt is the director of this hospital."

Jin Qiao's brother's fingertips trembled uncontrollably. Looking through the documents I handed him, his originally arrogant demeanor had completely disappeared. When he looked at Jin Qiao again, there was no trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes.

"You..." I could see tears welling in his eyes. The raised hand didn't land on Jin Qiao.

Jin Qiao completely changed from her weak appearance, becoming fierce and glaring at him. "You dare hit me? How dare you hit me?! Who are you putting on this show for?!"

"My parents raised you for so many years, and now you're siding with an outsider to hit me?! Do you believe I'll have my parents kick you out?!"

Jin Qiao's voice was sharp, full of arrogant self-importance. She stood up, turned off the Media Department student's phone, her slightly raised brows holding only arrogance.

"So what if you know? You fools are only worthy of being played with in the palm of my hand."

"So what if you don't like me? My parents have already paved the way for me. Once I get the award, I can study abroad. Who will know about these past events then?"

"I'm not like you pathetic creatures. Even if I cause big trouble, I have backing behind me."

She looked at me and gave a malicious smile. "As for that bitch, she actually dared to backstab me. Seems she forgot the suffering she endured back then. I don't mind helping her remember."

She seemed certain I couldn't do anything to her, not showing the slightest retreat. Chen Shi pressed my hand: "Shi Ning, forget it. You don't know her background..."

He didn't finish, but I understood his implication.

Chapter 8

Jin Qiao's diary was forged. Actually, she and Chen Shi were in an open relationship. Chen Shi's actions would only disgust the audience, not Jin Qiao.

And that diary of Jin Qiao's wasn't written over years—it was something she had forged in a single day just to expose me. I had compared her handwriting—the words in the diary didn't match hers at all.

And her reason for targeting me was simple. We participated in the same competition, and I beat her to take first place. Plus, she had always disliked me, so she set this trap for me—a scheme that could destroy my reputation and bind me with moral shackles.

Chen Shi was just a dog clinging to her. After all, Chen Shi's tuition and living expenses all came from her. This livestream ended bizarrely.

Nothing like what was announced. Returning to the dorm, I learned how lively the comments section of this livestream had been, even trending on local social media.

What I didn't expect was that soon, many videos related to this livestream appeared. Many girls who had been slandered by Jin Qiao spoke out. In some stories, she was the direct perpetrator; in others, she hid behind multiple layers of people.

But without exception, every rumor involved a girl's reputation.

Those uncontrolled verbal and visual abuses never committed crimes in broad daylight but seeped into every corner of life, leaving people at a loss. Those altered chat screenshots were the new chastity belts of our era. Each casual joke that landed on the slandered person felt like a mountain.

Self-defense went unheard, innocence went unnoticed. Only by stirring the waters and making things big could one wash away the filth. And I didn't stop there.

I directly collected evidence and sued Jin Qiao and Chen Shi in court. This time, I wasn't fighting alone. Those girls who had been slandered and hurt by Jin Qiao all organized their experiences and evidence and gave them to me.

Some of their stories made me cry uncontrollably. I was grateful that I encountered this matter at 21, when my mind was mature. I can't imagine what kind of person I would have become if I had faced such widespread curses and scorn in my teens.

The image of that girl involuntarily appeared in my mind. I walked toward the courthouse—let this end with me.

The situation from this livestream spread through campus, completely destroying Jin Qiao and Chen Shi's images. Those vicious words once heaped upon me now returned like boomerangs to those who had followed the crowd.

Because of this matter, Jin Qiao and Chen Shi broke up. Chen Shi was very poor—he really couldn't afford food now. But he was very proud. Under everyone's discussion, he was unwilling to take part-time jobs and finally chose to drop out due to his dire financial situation and others' scorn.

His story was turned into a tale that spread around campus, titled "One Hundred and One Cups of Milk Tea." Many years later, I heard about him again through relatives.

For money, he attached himself to a rich woman but wouldn't settle down, still flirting around outside. When discovered by the rich woman, he argued that other women had seduced him. Who would have thought, the rich woman was no ordinary person—she saw through his true nature at a glance.

I heard she tortured him for three days and three nights. People in the neighboring villa heard him howl for three straight nights. I don't dare think too much about it.

And Jin Qiao's backing wasn't as solid as she claimed. I won the lawsuit against her. Although she couldn't be imprisoned for long, the severe impact she caused was enough to leave a mark on her record. Her dream of studying abroad was shattered.

Because of her brother—her brother was her father's son from his previous marriage. Raised in their family for so many years, he had long treated Jin Qiao as his own sister. But this incident made him see clearly.

He had never been acknowledged. After this, he actually went dark—first infiltrating the family company to work from the ground up, gaining trust, then actually reporting the company for tax evasion and leading the elite team to jump ship together.

Jin Qiao's parents were too busy to deal with her. Unable to leave school, Jin Qiao could only stay in those rumors every day. This time she was really sick—anorexia plus reluctance to go out made her look terrifying, but I felt no sympathy at all.

I cannot forgive her on behalf of those girls who fell into depression because of her, nor can I forgive her on behalf of myself, who was also once deep in rumors. Some things can only be understood through personal experience—those traces won't be erased by time but will forever remain in the heart. When memories flash back, you'll still break out in a cold sweat.

Some pain can never be released. Fortunately, I have moved past that hurdle. Rumors fear those who don't follow the script. Only by jumping out of the self-defense trap can you avoid being affected by negative comments.

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