Chapter 134: In the Name of Justice

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Liu Yunfei quietly escorted Zhang Xiaoli through the small school gate and slipped into the nearby food street at the back. He hailed a taxi, but the driver refused to take them, so they had no choice but to head home.

Once inside the taxi, Zhang Xiaoli buried herself in Liu Yunfei’s arms and burst into tears. Today felt utterly humiliating. At home, she only endured scolding from her parents, but today, in front of so many people, the questions they asked felt like they were stripping her bare and exposing her under the harsh sunlight. To make matters worse, a reporter even claimed to know her and accused her of going to the hospital for an abortion, throwing a torrent of slander her way without giving her a chance to explain.

“Yunfei, please take me back. I can’t drag you or the others into this,” Zhang Xiaoli sobbed, lifting her head. She looked exhausted, clearly from a sleepless night. She wasn’t sure, but the moment she saw Liu Yunfei’s mother last night, Hu Li seemed to have aged significantly overnight. She hadn’t slept all night, feeling it was all her fault and deeply sorry for causing trouble for Liu Yunfei’s family.

“It’s not your fault, silly girl. The truth will come to light eventually. You have to hold on. If you go back now, it’s like admitting defeat and fear. Don’t do anything foolish, or you’ll only cause me more trouble, got it?” Liu Yunfei warned her. With the court hearing approaching, he had to be firm—just in case she did something reckless while he wasn’t around.

“My parents are terrible. How can they betray their own daughter like this?” Zhang Xiaoli broke down again.

“Enough. It’s all that troublemaker Zhou Jinbao’s idea, and that lousy reporter probably took bribes to write false stories. I’m heading to court now—I’m going to win this case and restore justice,” Liu Yunfei said, clenching his fists. He wished he could send the entire Zhou family to the ends of the earth—they were rotten to the core.

When paying the taxi fare, the young driver grinned, “Brother, I believe you’re a good person. Stay strong!”

Liu Yunfei smiled, amused to be recognized everywhere. Maybe tomorrow he should sign some endorsements and make a bit of money.

Arriving home, even his own place wasn’t peaceful. A few young men lurked outside, each holding spray paint cans. They’d vandalized the door with words like “Kill!” and “Family doom!” Seeing Liu Yunfei approach, they scattered like shadows.

Liu Yunfei had no choice but to take Zhang Xiaoli to his new villa, where fewer people knew about him, so it was safer. On the way, Zhang Xiaoli grew drowsy. Once home, Liu Yunfei helped her to bed and stepped out alone.

By the time he arrived at the courthouse, it was already noon and the office was closed. Unsure of where to go, he sat in the reception room. After a long wait, a decent-looking young woman appeared. Before Liu Yunfei could speak, she broke the silence.

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“Yeah, you’re that rich kid, huh? Nice enough, but a bit shameless,” she said bluntly.

Liu Yunfei nodded with a wry smile and handed her the notice. He had grown thick-skinned, accustomed to insults and stares that had numbed him along the way. He didn’t bother explaining anymore.

“Why aren’t you ashamed? Laughing when you’re being cursed?” The girl, fresh out of school and evidently with some background, had a sharp tongue and little regard for others’ feelings.

“Then what do you want me to do? Cry for you?”

“You’re kind of interesting,” she said, rolling her eyes. Liu Yunfei wasn’t sure whether it was praise or scorn. She handed him a form. “Fill this out yourself.” As she flipped through the case files, she suddenly paused. “Wow, you actually tore someone’s arm off.”

Fear flickered in her eyes. She hadn’t expected this rich kid to have such a violent streak, especially since she was the only one here early in the morning.

“Scared now?” Liu Yunfei leaned in closer.

The girl recoiled, pressing against the chair back, her mocking expression replaced by genuine terror. “What do you want to do?”

“Haha, don’t you know what I want?” Liu Yunfei put on a lecherous grin.

The girl instantly regretted insulting him. “I don’t know, please don’t hurt me, I didn’t mean it—please let me go.”

Seeing her so fragile was no fun. He quickly dropped the act and smiled slyly. “What else? Of course, I want you to fill out the form.”

After filling out a mountain of paperwork, the matter was settled. As he left the courthouse, he spotted today’s newspaper. Liu Yunfei tossed a cigarette to the old security guard at the reception, who leisurely read it.

Goodness, nearly every print media outlet in Huangjiang had dug deep into this story. “Student drives Porsche to school—who issued him the A6688 plates?”

“Rich kid’s reckless threats to the media.”

The Huangjiang Evening News went even further with explosive headlines: “Liu Yunfei adds new misdeeds—innocent man’s arm severed.” The second page reported, “Liu Yunfei’s father causes a scene at the Evening News, claims to be a government official,” complete with photos.

“Sigh, the world was peaceful until these newspapers stirred up such a mess,” the old guard shook his head.

“Oh? You believe this rich kid is innocent?” Liu Yunfei was surprised to hear dissent from a stranger.

“Not long ago, the West twisted the facts about the riots in Lhasa, calling the armed police ‘aggressors’ when they were actually rescuing people. Look at this photo,” the old man said, pointing through his large magnifying glass at the Evening News’ second page. “That’s so-and-so’s father being dragged by security—not the other way around. How can they say he attacked the guards?”

“Exactly,” Liu Yunfei sighed. Even this nearly blind old guard could see the truth, yet so many reporters and readers remained blind.

Some deliberately distort facts, thriving in chaos to fish for profit, fame, and power, much like those separatist elements wishing to fracture the nation. Meanwhile, the blindly following crowd harbors a latent aggressiveness. In a world fraught with struggles against heaven, earth, and man, conflict is never scarce. Whether rich or poor, people willingly unlock the prison gates of their hearts to unleash the fighting demons within, mercilessly striking those already defenseless, driven by some unknown hatred. In those moments, people forget to seek the truth, forget these are their own kind—even when cloaked in righteousness.

A writer once said: Sometimes, justice wields the power of the majority and is unstoppable; other times, justice is cruelly mocked because of the majority.

Such nights destined many to sleeplessness—victims and schemers alike, as well as the friends and lovers of the wounded. Dong Qianqian sat alone on the hospital bed, hugging her knees. She was in the room by the window, but the patient who had occupied this bed was discharged today. She was the only one left in the ward. Old Dong was recovering well and would move out of ICU tomorrow, but she felt no joy. Whenever troubled, lonely, or despairing, she liked to sit quietly bathed in moonlight.

Yesterday afternoon, she happened upon that newspaper. After Liu Yunfei left, she went home to rest. Someone had stuffed a pile of newspapers into the trash bin, half sticking out. She walked over and, noticing the photo was of Liu Yunfei, didn’t care about the filth. She turned and confirmed it was him, standing beside a beautiful girl. Then she read the contents and gasped. She didn’t care whether Liu Yunfei was good or bad—no matter how flawed, as long as he treated her well, that was enough. But what truly troubled her was the girl named Zhang Xiaoli, who had undergone multiple abortions because of him.

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