Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 225: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddha Dotes on His Wife 25

When she uttered the words "go to sleep," the person on the other end reacted as if his tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling.

"How could that be possible? I’m full of energy, having gotten up at 6:30 this morning!" The boy on the other side immediately raised his voice to cover up his embarrassment, "It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, you’re not trying to catch me making a mistake and then tell on me to my parents, are you? We were classmates after all, that’s no way to treat someone!"

"Don’t worry, I’m just thinking of giving you a chance to go viral," she stood by the window, looking at the Song Family residence a distance away, roughly fixing her gaze on the young master’s room, "There’s a juicy piece of gossip, want to hear it?"

The young master sat up from the bed, looking suspiciously at his phone, "You’re contacting me after all this time just to wake me up early in the morning?"

"It’s already afternoon," Su Zhiruan kindly reminded.

After finishing high school, the original owner of the body had chosen to go abroad to study. She attended a university overseas. Coincidentally, not long after, the young master from the Song Family, living opposite the Su Family, also came to the same school abroad. Back in China, they were not close, but seeing a neighbor overseas, this coincidence made their relationship quite good.

In the original storyline, she later fell deeply in love with Jiang Beiyu and blocked all men from her contacts, thinking that this was a demonstration of love, which is why they didn’t contact each other again.

"...Just spit it out, what’s the big gossip?" The voice on the other side snorted coldly, followed by the rustling sound of fabric, as the young master half-jokingly taunted her while getting dressed, "Could it be that you’re getting married? Or are you suggesting that I should substitute as a well-matched marriage prospect, and that’s why you’re calling to hint at me?"

Su Zhiruan: "…Otherwise, take a look outside the window."

"What—?" The young master had just put on his trousers, draping a shirt over his upper body, he looked towards the opposite side with his phone in hand.

He hadn’t cared to look, but once he did, he was startled, "Isn’t that the boyfriend you chose to be with even if you blocked us out? What’s he doing kneeling on the ground now? Where are you?"

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"I’m on the second floor."

Upon hearing Su Zhiruan’s activity, he looked up and saw her standing on the second floor with the phone to her ear.

"What’s going on here? What’s he doing kneeling on the ground, emotionally blackmailing you?" The young master became serious, switching the phone to speaker and quickly buttoning up his shirt, "You finally see his true colors, right? I told you it wouldn’t work out when the families don’t match. If you had been with me back then—cough cough, so why are you contacting me?"

Without exchanging pleasantries, Su Zhiruan said bluntly, "I remember you used to do social media, with five million followers online. I’d like to borrow your popularity for a live broadcast."

"That’s it?" rummaged around for things, The young master searching his belongings, "That was a spur-of-the-moment account creation; feel free to use it however you like. You want to start the live broadcast now?"

This account mostly documented his everyday life abroad, and after coming back, he was busy with company affairs and various social engagements, so the account had been idle for a while. Su Zhiruan had helped him many times overseas, so for such a minor request, the young master couldn’t wait for her to come to him more often.

Su Zhiruan pondered; she looked into the distance, calculating that Bai Yueyou should be about to come in soon. Starting the live broadcast now for a warm-up also provided Jiang Beiyu with a stage to showcase himself ahead of time, "You start it, and change the live room’s name to..."

After she instructed him, it was easy for the young master, who had spent years on these things, to start a live broadcast. Soon, he found the right angle.

From her phone, Su Zhiruan found the live room and upon entering, the first thing she saw was the headline appearing prominently at the top.

[Just a question—can the rich really humiliate the impoverished laborers like this?!]

The headline looked simple, but such a polarizing and topical subject would pique the curiosity of anyone who saw it, drawing them in.

Before coming up with this name, Su Zhiruan had specifically instructed the young master on several points, including the likelihood of facing some initial abuse, but that she planned to flip the script later on.

The young master said that he could give her the account outright; the comments didn’t really matter to him.

With her phone in hand, Su Zhiruan saw a steady stream of people flood into the live room. From the young master’s current angle, viewers could clearly see Jiang Beiyu kneeling straight in front of a house that looked exceedingly wealthy. He was saying something, yet by his expressions, he appeared very earnest, even somewhat aggrieved.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs., the fault lies entirely with me! If the two of you are unwilling to forgive me, then I shall remain kneeling as a sign of my loyalty—" Jiang Beiyu’s voice was loud; after speaking, he even knelt down to kowtow.

Sitting with her parents, Su Zhiruan watched the comments streaming across the phone. Most of them were drawn in by the headline. Now, most users were either eating or had finished and were washing dishes, or simply relaxing. Casually encountering a live broadcast about the rich bullying the poor, they couldn’t resist their curiosity and wanted to see what it was all about.

Another portion of the viewers were fans of the young master. It had been years since his account was last used, so the sudden broadcast naturally made his fans eagerly tune in to find out what had happened.

[My God! What on earth is going on here? Can the wealthy really force someone to kneel at their door in this season?! That’s too humiliating, it’s just inhuman wealth!]

[I never thought such things could still happen in society today. Can rich people really treat the poor like livestock and treat them however they please?]

[Who exactly is this rich person, does anyone know? Come out and explain]

...

In just five minutes, the number of people in the live room rapidly climbed to twenty thousand.

Su Zhiruan felt the audience wasn’t large enough and spent some money to boost the numbers. In an instant, another twenty thousand viewers clicked in.

Around lunchtime or just after, some users liked to scroll through videos or watch live broadcasts during this period.

Soon, with some intentional steering in the comments, users began to attack the Su Family, and some recognized Jiang Beiyu.

"Ruanruan, more and more people are finding out, what are you planning to do?" Su’s father tapped the phone as the real-time online viewer count had reached eighty thousand, with comments scrolling rapidly—all incensed by the headline, assuming it was the rich oppressing the poor, and started berating the Su Family emotionally.

Looking through the live broadcast, Su Zhiruan glanced toward an area outside the shot and smiled, "Don’t worry, they’ll be here soon."

No sooner had her voice fallen than something unexpected happened.

A disheveled woman with a belly bump and messy hair walked into the live shot from beyond the frame, her clothes covered in dust, as if she had fallen to the ground.