Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life-Chapter 510 - 509: Malice Surging Forth

Ever since that chaotic confession night, Lin Wanwan had stayed in Great Tang for three full days. When she returned to the present, the time difference between the two worlds had balanced out.

Lin Wanwan continued to live her life step by step—working, studying medicine, attending farming and weaving video courses, and occasionally tending to her chicken farm, selling some white-feathered chickens.

As the Spring Festival drew closer day by day, the neighborhood had already started to decorate with lights and colors. But for Lin Wanwan, the taste of the modern New Year was absent; her family was in Great Tang.

Therefore, there was no decoration in Lin Wanwan’s modern little villa.

Let alone the festive red lanterns and fireworks, firecrackers—all permitted in her suburban area—she hadn’t even put up celebratory couplets or blessings.

If it weren’t for the dog at home barking twice every day, Lin Wanwan’s modern little villa could be said to have zero signs of life.

To avoid Lu Shouyue and prevent awkward encounters, Lin Wanwan had stopped eating at Jie Yuting’s small restaurant. Every time she delivered goods early, she’d leave quickly.

Actually, Lin Wanwan was overthinking. If she tried to confront people, she would realize Lu Shouyue was also avoiding her.

For the proud Lu Shouyue, his first heartthrob, his first painstaking pursuit, ending in failure, this sense of defeat was heavy.

The priceless Yu Shinan calligraphy Lin Wanwan gave him brought him no joy, but only added to his pain.

If Lin Wanwan were an orphan with nothing, perhaps he could use wealth to enhance his odds, use money in exchange for love.

But now, Lin Wanwan casually gifted a national treasure-level calligraphy, extinguishing even his meager wish.

This blow made Lu Shouyue lose some interest in making money and developing his career; in fact, at his stage, money was no longer important.

He could say, like his father, that he didn’t love money.

Thus, Lu Shouyue, who didn’t love money, recently started frequently lecturing history and archaeology students at Yongcheng University.

As a guest professor of Yongcheng University’s history and archaeology department, Lu Shouyue was obligated to occasionally give reports or conduct lectures at the university.

But previously, he was busy with his career; at most he’d go once a year, but lately, he’s been going every day.

After all, Lu Shouyue was a Harvard anthropology and archaeology top student, inheriting his grandfather’s museum, antique shop, and auction house, having seen and touched countless antiques; his knowledge and insight were top-notch.

Therefore, his lectures were substantive, and large classes were typically packed.

Facing energetic college students made Lu Shouyue feel a bit better.

For students sneakily photographing him in class, he would directly call them out, have them stand and answer questions, then jokingly have them delete photos and videos.

Several times later, everyone knew his boundary, and didn’t dare be unruly.

Similarly regarding feelings for him, female college students naïvely requested his WeChat for his looks were much more adorable than women seeking him for his Lu family status.

However, chasing Lin Wanwan had already exhausted Lu Shouyue’s heart and mind; it would be hard for him to like anyone else soon.

During quiet late-night hours, Lu Shouyue even felt he would grow old alone.

For someone like him, unwilling to settle for less, primal physical desire was too lowly, which he disdained.

Frequent attendance made Lu Shouyue soon popular at Yongcheng University; his classes even attracted many girls from non-history and non-archaeology majors.

Regarding Lu Shouyue’s background, the university’s introduction only listed his academic experiences at Harvard, ignoring extracurricular identities.

Moreover, Lu Shouyue had always been low-key; naturally, few knew his true identity.

It’s said the most influential person one meets in life might be one’s college professor.

You never know what astounding identity your college professor has off the podium.

Perhaps the old man biking past you is an academician; the disheveled middle-aged man teaching physics was once Huaxia’s richest.

If things continued at this pace, Lin Wanwan, no longer dabbling in antiques, might never intersect with Lu Shouyue again.

But this world is full of surprises.

Lin Wanwan, who never spent money on trending topics or publicity, always had a bond with hot searches.

This time, it was a negative hot search that found her.

Strangely enough, a non-marketing minor internet celebrity like her was targeted by netizens, filled with malice.

At first, an alleged classmate anonymously leaked that Lin Wanwan had plastic surgery, dated during her studies, a typical troubled delinquent.

More serious slander claimed Lin Wanwan ignored studies in college, acted as a wild model, ran around events, was kept, played, aborted, had illegitimate children, attended certain banquets to hook rich men, and so forth.

Some slanders even contradict each other but were spread by hundreds of marketing accounts.

Last year’s rumor about being Bao Juncai’s mistress was also resurfaced, repurposed, and spread after processing.

Suddenly, Lin Wanwan, who originally had little traffic, blackened into a sensation.

Those easily incited netizens flooded her initial "I am not a mistress" then renamed "Farming Life" Weibo account with abuse, forcing Lin Wanwan, strong-hearted enough, to shut down the account.

If everything only stayed at online violence, Lin Wanwan wouldn’t be that affected.

But soon, the powerful "online justice keyboard warriors" found her address, started sending wreaths, paper figures, shrouds, dead rats, bugs, etc.

If not for past theft incidents prompting new security and stricter access at the community, these crazed "justice" people might have charged directly to her doorstep.

Still, even so, Lin Wanwan faced considerable trouble.

Because many gossiping, uninformed residents in the community started believing the online slander, convinced Lin Wanwan was indeed chaotic, her wealth sourced from being a mistress and engaging sidelines.

Otherwise, how could a girl only a couple of years out of college earn so much money, buy a villa from her uncle, run a company and invest in a chicken farm?

Even rarely-contacting Gong family members called to interrogate her.

They didn’t outright berate her but first asked whether the man driving a Bugatti sports car was her boyfriend.

Lin Wanwan naturally was lazy to explain; the other party directly deemed her guilty, confirmed she was played and abandoned, started accusing her of disgracing the Gong family, telling her not to visit the village to sweep the grave on New Year’s Eve to avoid embarrassment—Lin Wanwan had prepared to sweep her parents’ grave on New Year’s Eve.

Lin Wanwan truly experienced the destructiveness of online rumors; compared to this pervasive slander, last year’s Bao Juncai mistress incident was trivial.

Last year’s mistress incident, she could produce evidence to prove innocence, but faced with this year’s simple mudslinging, she found nothing to counter.

How to prove she hadn’t messed around, just purely modeled for living expenses, tuition? Should she undergo a virginity test from a hospital?

This humiliation is forever the hardest for women to clarify and explain.