Some curious people went online to check the news.
The camera angle showed a man in the back seat of a car, holding up his phone to film. Despite the dim lighting, the phone had a decent camera, and in the night shot, a heavily made-up face could be made out.
It was Wang Silu.
She was already dead drunk.
Wang Silu shouted, “Mind your own business! If something happens, have your dad bury it. Now drive!”
The car started up, initially swaying left and right, then—bang—it seemed to hit something.
“Ah! I hit a car!” the driver muttered.
“Then why are you still sitting here? Floor it!” the person in the passenger seat yelled.
Everyone's voices were slurred with alcohol.
The driver stomped on the gas, and the car shot forward.
“Holy shit, going this fast? That insane?”
The person filming wasn't scared—his voice was excited. He pointed the phone at the dashboard, where the luxury dials showed the speedometer already climbing past 200 miles per hour.
They kept that speed for nearly half a minute, until a black car appeared up ahead.
Then came a deafening crash.
That car was completely smashed apart—not thrown aside, but literally shattered. Debris flew through the windshield and pelted the occupants, who immediately started cursing.
“Are you blind? You see my car coming and you don’t get out of the way? Can a bunch of poor trash even afford to pay for this?”
No one thought what they had done was wrong. They kept driving and spotted another sports car ahead.
“Ram it! Ram it!” Wang Silu shouted.
The driver floored it and slammed into the sports car. That car was built solid enough not to shatter, but it spun off and crashed into a bicyclist on the roadside.
Because of the impact, their own car veered off course too, hit the curb, and screeched to a halt.
They treated the whole thing like a joke.
They had no idea that because of them, three families had been torn apart.
Because Wang Silu’s face was the clearest on camera, a public outcry had already erupted online.
“The driver is a murderer, and that female host is the instigator!”
“Relying on family money, thinking you can pay your way out—treating other people’s lives like a game. Drinking and driving, egging it on.”
“She already did jail time, but that doesn’t mean she should be allowed to stay in the public eye. Do we want fans idolizing her? What kind of example is that? Following in her footsteps—drink, drive, and mow people down?”
“Holy crap, she’s the second daughter of Shunmuyuan. No wonder she’s so arrogant. Does Rongxun Studio have a stake in her?”
“Whatever. Boycott!”
“Make their stock hit the limit-down again.”
After this news broke, Shunmuyuan’s board immediately issued a public apology. Wang Rongxun stepped into the spotlight and announced an apology as well.
The core message had three points:
Wang Silu’s actions were purely personal and had nothing to do with Shunmuyuan. Her father was only one shareholder, and the others were innocent.
Wang Silu’s streaming was just a hobby, not a professional public career, and she had already paid the price.
But netizens weren’t buying any of it.
…
In Linjiang City, at the Wang family villa, Wang Silu was throwing a fit, smashing things.
“What’s wrong with me being a streamer? If that incident had never happened, I could have been a big star with no one stopping me. Blame that damn car for getting in our way! And I’m not even the main culprit—why are they blaming me?”
Her shrill, spoiled voice rang out.
She hated Sun Jingya too, of course, but Sun Jingya was still locked up. She didn’t dare hate her—she was afraid of the Sun family’s power. So she hated Chu Fu and the others even more for putting her in this position.
What she couldn’t stand most was the video being leaked.
“Where the hell did that video come from? That idiot Guan Youlong—why hasn’t he deleted this thing yet?”
“Enough!”
Her father roared. His face was flushed red, his body shaking.
“Do you want to see the rest of the video? This is only the first part—the second part hasn’t been released. Do you know what that steward did to you when you were drunk?”
“I remember you never even dated him.”
“If you’re going to play, don’t leave evidence. Now you can’t even find a marriage alliance. What worth do you have to this family anymore?”
“Useless. If you keep making scenes like this, I’ll send you to Boss Jiang and make you his fifth wife!”
Wang Silu went pale.
Boss Jiang was a big shot from the provincial capital, over fifty years old. He had been married four times—his wives either got beaten away or married him and got their assets swallowed. She definitely didn’t want to marry him.
“It must be those people from Thorn Guild messing with me—what’s with the ‘vegetable,’ the ‘wheelchair,’ the ‘blind’ stuff? I refuse to believe I can’t destroy them over one game.”
Wang Silu’s rage was boiling. She still had money, and she would hire a team to wipe out Thorn Guild.
Server 0308888 had already opened, so she decided to throw money at it—organize a team to infiltrate that server and, when the timing was just right, stab them in the back.
Now, looking at the siege battle, a spark of inspiration hit her. A plan took shape.
…
Inside Fengdu Town.
After taking down the third boss, Chu Fu immediately led her people to the Goblin Lair instance.
Steal her first kill?
Dream on.
They were all hers.
As for Wang Silu getting reported?
It honestly wasn’t her doing.
But she had tattled—of course she did! She had a big brother, a powerful backer. Her enemies were his enemies too.
Why should Wang Silu get to be a host, some internet goddess, idolized by thousands?
Not in this life.
Even though in the original plot, Wang Silu was supposed to become a top-tier female mage later on.
But now, Chu Fu was going to knock her off that pedestal first.
No more showing off in front of the public, corrupting kids’ minds.
Little did she know—
Because Chu Fu had tattled, Chu Feng remembered Guan Youlong’s little hobby from his past life.
The guy loved filming videos.
He loved collecting dirt on people—dark, twisted stuff. He had evidence of crimes committed by Sun Jingya, Wang Silu, and Wan Huanyu.
Chu Feng wanted to find that video, so he went to Guan Youlong’s secret residence.
A mid-range apartment in a quiet neighborhood, windows always sealed shut. There were even rumors it held an urn of ashes.
The authorities had never discovered this place before.
Chu Feng found the hidden door, opened it, and started browsing through the videos.
What he found was the very evidence from that night.
Even he was furious when he saw it.
The footage had been filmed from a better angle than any dashcam—crystal clear. Wang Silu, as the instigator, was anything but innocent.
This video was far more direct and damning than any scandal tape. It could pull Wang Silu down for good.
And the scandal tapes themselves? He didn’t leave those behind either. He packaged them up and sent them to every member of the Wang family.
He also found records the authorities had missed. Chu Feng packaged those up and forwarded them to the authorities, helping them solidify the case.
Now, on top of everything else, Guan Youlong had even more charges stacked against him.
Unless he never set foot back in the country again, he was looking at a lifetime behind bars.
Chu Feng wiped away every trace of his presence, slipped out, and disappeared quietly—a hero without a name.
