When Chen Luoru was abroad, she used Facebook and Instagram more. Her Instagram account had tens of thousands of followers—showing off her wealth now and then made her follower count grow quickly.
Although Chen Luoru wasn’t deliberately flaunting her wealth, every detail of her lifestyle screamed four words: I am rich.
The Meng family had money, and the Chen family wasn’t lacking either.
By the time Chen Luoru was born, the Chen family’s business empire had already taken shape and was on the right track.
Today, Lingsheng Real Estate had developed into one of the leading enterprises in China’s real estate industry, with a total market value of nearly 100 billion. Chen Guanglong and his wife, on behalf of the Chen clan, held 60% of the shares.
Chen Luoru was born at the right time. At that time, her parents realized that if they wanted to enter high society, money alone wasn’t enough—the next generation also needed to walk the socialite path like the other wealthy families.
She was the most pampered child in the Chen family, growing up in a honey jar, never short of money.
But that path of indulgence basically ended on the day she got married.
In her region, the concept of clan and bloodline ran deep. Many families fought desperately to have a son to inherit the business. If Fu Lifang hadn’t been too busy with her career to consider a third child, Chen Luoru might well have had a younger brother or sister.
Once she married, she was no longer considered part of the Chen family.
The Chen family rules explicitly stated: “Those who marry out shall not be entered into the family genealogy.”
And this was no joke.
When she studied abroad, she was still half a child, so the Chen family still cared for her.
But now that she had returned and been married into the Meng family, to the Chen family she was nothing more than a daughter married off—like water spilled out, gone for good.
And they thought it was perfectly natural—we raised you, and sending you off to exchange for some benefits for the family, what’s wrong with that? It’s only right and proper.
Chen Luoru was born into such a traditional Eastern family, yet she received a Western-style education.
Abroad, all she heard was independence and freedom. But once home, she had to obey her family’s mission.
That was where her conflict lay.
The Meng family, being such a wealthy clan, didn’t want her to work. Her own family cut off her financial support. Other than being a pampered canary in a gilded cage, what else could she do?
If she hadn’t married Meng Jianchen, none of this would have happened.
She could have fallen in love freely, found a like-minded partner, maybe even started her own career.
Now, all of that was gone.
What eighteen-year-old girl doesn’t dream of love? Only her—just as she became an adult, her family tricked and coerced her into marrying a man who had almost become her brother-in-law.
At least Meng Jianchen and her sister Chen Yang had pretended to date for half a year. She? Not even a day.
Even at her wedding, the dress and the ring had been custom-made for her sister. How could she not feel wronged?
After years of being raised by the Chen family, emotionally speaking, Chen Luoru couldn’t truly hate them. That left only Meng Jianchen for her resentment.
That’s why she never held back when spending his money, nor did she feel the least bit guilty.
He was the one who insisted on marrying her when she had just come of age, trapping her in this situation.
So what if she spent a little of his money? It was what he owed her. Expecting her to save him money? Dream on.
Deep down, she envied her sister—who now had both a career and a child, without the shackles of marriage. She could go wherever she wanted, do whatever she liked.
Unlike her, like a bird with broken wings, unable to fly free.
Even going out meant being shadowed by several bodyguards. She had no freedom at all—if they weren’t watching, she would’ve run away long ago.
Thinking of this, Chen Luoru sank into self-pity again.
She sat there in a daze for over ten minutes, until she finished her iced mocha. Only then did she snap out of it.
Lowering her head, she saw her Weibo app had over a dozen red notification dots.
Her Weibo account had only a few dozen followers, mostly bots used for spam advertising.
But an influencer author with over a hundred thousand book fans—such influence was nothing to scoff at.
Since ancient times, scholars belittled each other, and in modern times it was no different.
This “Wind Blows and Blows” was convinced Chen Luoru was a fan of rival author “Daydreamer,” deliberately causing trouble. Some even suspected she might be “Daydreamer” herself under a sock puppet account.
With such success, the author inevitably grew arrogant, even toward her readers.
On novel platforms, there was a competition mechanism. For example, each reader could claim one “praise card” per day and give it to their favorite author.
The more praise cards an author received, the better recommendation slots they could get. So every author cultivated their fan base, hoping those fans would spend only on them.
By posting Chen Luoru’s comment, “Wind Blows and Blows” wasn’t just venting over an egg being thrown, but also taking the chance to rile up fans, tighten loyalty, and smear “Daydreamer” in the process.
When fans saw their beloved author being attacked by a rival’s fan, they naturally became hostile—cementing the divide between the two groups and preventing any fence-sitters.
It was a clever move. Once fans discovered Chen Luoru’s comment, they pounced, and within ten minutes she was hit with over a dozen personal attacks.
【It’s not that we don’t believe you, we just want to see for ourselves.】
【No one gets that drunk off a single peanut.】
【Your private jet? You mean the model kind?】
【Who doesn’t know how to act pretentious? I could say my family is the general agent of Hermès.】
【Throwing out ten thousand yuan as a reward, huh? Did you swipe your parents’ credit card?】
These were still considered mild. Others were downright vicious.
【Is there anything wrong if I just say “nmsl[1]”?】
【Clicked in by accident. Rest in peace [candle].】
Some even went to Chen Luoru’s homepage to dig up her info.
There wasn’t much of real value on her Weibo, but netizens could dig three feet into the ground and still find holes in her words.
For example, a few days after she returned to China, she posted this Weibo:
【@ChristinaChen: Really don’t want to live in this crappy place.】
Nothing unusual there—except her location tag said “Beijing·Tongzhou.”
【xswl[2] which rich person lives in Tongzhou?】
【Almost living in Hebei and still pretending to be rich.】
【Hahaha come watch this drama queen perform live, my source of happiness.】
Chen Luoru was baffled. She only made a comment about a novel—how did it turn into such a mess?
And of all the things they could attack her for, they chose to say she was pretending to be rich.
Ha. If there was one thing she’d never lacked since childhood, it was money.
These people were laughable, like ants trying to shake a tree.
But that wasn’t all. Sharp-eyed netizens noticed she had once reposted an anonymous submission:
【@ChristinaChen: So miserable [crying][crying][crying].】
Normally, people who saw that kind of post would either scold the scumbag mentioned or give advice. Rarely would someone sigh with such heartfelt empathy.
Putting together all the little clues from her Weibo, netizens speculated that Chen Luoru was very likely the original poster.
And the content of that submission became ironclad evidence of her “pretending.”
【A rich person getting a heart-shaped rock for a birthday present, hahaha.】
【At first I was angry, but after seeing this, I sincerely feel sorry for her. Truly tragic.】
【You’re not busy getting divorced but have time to read web novels? Really a real-life loser looking for validation online.】
【No wonder she nitpicks novels—clearly jealous the female leads are loved by their male leads. What a twisted mentality.】
Chen Luoru had always been someone who hated losing arguments. This time, it was intolerable.
Complaining about Meng Jianchen was her business. Who gave these strangers the right to mock her?
【@ChristinaChen: Just you wait!!!】
To netizens, this only looked like a cornered dog baring its teeth, which made them laugh even harder.
Chen Luoru was indeed childish, unable to endure even the smallest grievance.
She stormed home in a rage, into her 300-square-meter walk-in closet.
Half an hour later, several short videos appeared on her Weibo.
【@ChristinaChen: See for yourselves if I’m wrong.】
The first video showed her displaying several Birkin bags of different sizes and colors, flipping them open one by one—indeed, none had zippers.
The second video showed her wardrobe, full of Chanel pieces labeled with “do not dry clean” and “do not wash.”
The third video showed her shoe cabinet, with rows of Christian Louboutin heels. She gestured at the stiletto heights, saying this kind of design would destroy your feet if you wore them shopping.
As soon as the videos dropped, the people who came to watch the circus suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.
Never mind whether the items were real or fake—just the sheer size of that closet was intimidating enough.
Still, the netizens refused to back down. No way they’d slap themselves in the face.
【Where’d you buy those knock-offs?】
【Forget the rest, I just want to ask—where’s your private jet?】
The Meng family’s private jet was usually parked at Beijing Capital Airport, with its own hangar and maintenance crew.
As if Chen Luoru had the time to go to the airport just to film their plane—what nonsense.
【Chen Luoru: Where’s your plane?】
【Meng Jianchen: What plane of mine?】
【Chen Luoru: Do you have a video of your plane?】
【Meng Jianchen: What do you need that for?】
【Chen Luoru: To argue with people!!!】
【Meng Jianchen: Then take me off your block list first.】
Without hesitation, Chen Luoru removed him from her blacklist.
【Chen Luoru: Hurry up, give it to me.】
【Meng Jianchen: What happened?】
【Chen Luoru: Someone’s mocking me, saying I don’t have a private jet!】
To Meng Jianchen, this was both ridiculous and childish.
But—it was also a good chance to ease tensions between husband and wife.
【Meng Jianchen: Want me to help you?】
【Chen Luoru: No, I’ll do it myself. If I can’t win the argument, then you come in.】
Meng Jianchen smirked. He searched his phone for a bit and actually found a saved video of the jet’s cabin interior.
Once Chen Luoru had it, she happily uploaded it to her Weibo.
【@ChristinaChen: Here’s the jet!!!】
Pleased with herself, she waited to see what those people would say now. But before they could respond, Meng Jianchen sent her a message:
【Meng Jianchen: Wife, can I sleep in the master bedroom tonight?】
Sansukini: I just thought her interaction with her husband is kinda cute.
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[1] 你妈死了 (nǐ mā sǐ le) → literally “your mom is dead.”, is a curse word
[2] 笑死我了 (xiào sǐ wǒ le) → literally “I’m laughing myself to death,” like LMAO