When Shen Yi returned to the bedroom, Ye Wanwan had already started searching on the bed, but she still couldn’t find her phone.
Ye Wanwan was perplexed. Where could her phone be?
Just as she saw Shen Yi walk in, Ye Wanwan put her hands on her hips and feigned sternness, "Tell me, where did you hide my phone?"
Shen Yi felt somewhat helpless. He hadn’t wanted Ye Wanwan to see all that hateful speech; she had never faced so much vitriol before. How could she bear it?
But Ye Wanwan was an adult with agency; he couldn’t control her thoughts and actions, and the messages were overwhelming.
Even if she hadn’t seen those messages immediately, her friends would surely message her after they saw them.
Shen Yi didn’t want her to face all that, but the reality was that even if the trending searches dropped, those videos wouldn’t be completely deleted. It was unrealistic to expect Ye Wanwan to remain completely unaware of the situation.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Yi let out a resigned sigh and walked towards Ye Wanwan. When she was still puzzled, he reached out and embraced her.
"What are you doing?" Ye Wanwan was completely outside of the situation and asked in confusion.
As Shen Yi caressed the back of Ye Wanwan’s head, he whispered in her ear, "Something has happened, but don’t worry, I’ve already instructed someone to take care of it."
Hearing Shen Yi’s tone, a small worry began to grow in Ye Wanwan’s heart. "What happened?"
Shen Yi didn’t answer but released Ye Wanwan and silently took her phone out of his trouser pocket.
Ye Wanwan was momentarily speechless. He had actually carried her phone with him!
It must be something big if he was so afraid of her finding out.
Ye Wanwan took her phone and immediately saw over thirty missed calls and hundreds of WeChat messages.
"Oh my gosh." Ye Wanwan’s eyes widened, and she couldn’t help but let out a whistle of astonishment. When she looked up at Shen Yi, her eyes were still full of disbelief.
What on earth had happened?
With curiosity, Ye Wanwan opened her WeChat messages, seeing Shen Yi’s message on top, followed by a group chat lit up with a little red dot indicating more than a hundred messages.
It was the group chat with Song Ziyi and a few others.
When Ye Wanwan clicked on it, she immediately saw Lu Ning’s latest message: "What rubbish is this? Why do I get banned for cursing when those idiots curse without consequence?"
Filled with confusion, Ye Wanwan scrolled to the beginning of the messages and then saw the first weblink sent by Song Ziyi.
The title read "Daughter of wealthy family bullies classmate for years, victim struggles in hell while bully flaunts romance ostentatiously."
Ye Wanwan clicked on the link, which led her to Weibo, and she read the entire post.
Attached at the end was a video, which Ye Wanwan played.
All the subsequent videos were similar, strung together.
In short, they were all scenes that seemed to show Ye Wanwan bullying a classmate.
You could tell at a glance the footage was taken from classroom surveillance, with some blurry videos that must have been recorded by classmates.
Ye Wanwan was very exasperated. Who was so bored as to dig up videos from so many years ago?
And to edit them ; it was probably what they call ’devil’s editing.’