#Driver Poses as Rich Heir to Cheat Multiple Women#
#Teaming Up to Tear Down the Scumbag: The Victims’ Alliance Free-for-All#
#Heartbreak for the Dog, Heartbreak for the Girls#
#Little Su, You Are My God of Tea#
“Why doesn’t anyone feel sorry for me, the actual car owner?” Mo Xiting threw his phone away in a fit of rage, then gave the dog’s head a heavy pat. “You unfilial son! Couldn’t you have told me this in private? You had to air it out in front of so many people. Now look—your father’s reputation is completely ruined!”
Peter: Excuse me?
Look at that. Was that even human speech? Tell him in private? Peter had tried to tell him how many times, and did he ever take it seriously? Heh, nope!
Peter rolled his eyes discreetly and turned around, giving Mo Xiting his backside.
Fine. Considering his dim-witted dad had not only kicked out the villainous driver but also compensated him with a feast—and the fact that the man was so wounded by his friends’ mockery that he was hiding at home, too afraid to go out—Peter decided to be the bigger dog. He wouldn’t hold a grudge and would forgive this unfilial father.
The impact of the live stream was explosive. The related topics stayed on the trending list for an entire day, and Su Yi’s follower count surged again, breaking eight million.
[I’ve crunched the numbers; Little Su is about to raise her prices again.]
[This just goes to show you need a craft to survive. Say no more, I’m off to study Cat-ish.]
[Honestly, I’m a bit worried about your safety, Little Su. Rich people care about their reputation. I’m afraid they’ll get angry and hire someone to throw a sack over your head.]
[Don’t worry, family, this is a society ruled by law. At most, they’ll just blacklist her. It’s fine, it’s fine.]
What loyal fans, Su Yi thought as she scrolled through the comments. She couldn’t help but ponder the same question: Why hadn’t anyone come to find trouble with her yet? She had already prepared her “unyielding in the face of might, but open to bribery” speech.
Setting aside others, Old Mrs. Cheng, her father, and Young Master Mo had done nothing but suppress the trending searches. There were no signs of them trying to blacklist her. Why? Had they suddenly become saints? That wasn’t the version of them she remembered.
Su Yi fell into a brief moment of contemplation before hitting her own forehead. She was stuck in a logical fallacy. They should be thanking her; why would they come after her?
Think about it. If she hadn’t decoded the animals’ speech, would they have known those little secrets? They’d probably still be in the dark, being played for fools.
And yet, none of them had even sent her a “Rocket” or a “Carnival” gift to show their gratitude. How rude. Su Yi curled her lip, deeply despising this ungrateful behavior!
Why didn’t they target the streamer who made them lose face in their social circles?
Naturally, it was because since they had already been drenched by the rain, they wanted to see everyone else get soaked too. They certainly weren’t going to roll out a cannon to blast away the storm clouds just to save others from the downpour.
In a corner no one noticed, the people who had lost face—directly or indirectly—due to the streamer @HeavenAboveHangBelow’s ability to decode pet language had reached a bizarre, unspoken consensus.
Su Yi had just finished two calls and was planning to order a milk tea.
She noticed over a dozen missed calls from an unknown number. Her eyebrows were only halfway up when another call came in.
She picked it up casually. “Hello? Who is this?”
“…Su Yi, you actually dared to block me!” It was a fuming Cheng Lele.
Su Yi: “Yeah, I dared. What about it? Are you going to call the police?”
“Su Yi!”
“Speak.”
Cheng Lele was about to explode. What kind of madness had taken over her timid sister? She had blocked everyone in the family, including but not limited to their father and the servants. Even Lele and other elders, who had never even saved Su Yi’s number, had been blocked in advance. Lele had been forced to use a new servant’s phone just to get through.
“If it weren’t for Dad telling me to take you to the Zheng family’s banquet, do you think I would have called you?”
“Oh. I see. You may leave now.”
Cheng Lele froze. She pulled the phone away and looked at the screen. She had been hung up on.
Su Yi dared to hang up on her??
Infuriated, she tried to call back immediately, only to find she had been blocked again.
“Su Yi!” Cheng Lele turned around hatefully and stormed toward Su Ye’s study. Halfway there, she regained her composure.
Her father was currently embarrassed because the whole family knew he had been “charitably” helping a young man who then shamelessly tried to seduce him. His mood was low, and even his smiles toward her and her mother were forced. It broke her heart, and she wanted to do something to make him happy.
Since her father wanted her to take Su Yi to the banquet, she was prepared to reluctantly bring her along, but this was Su Yi’s attitude!
The more she thought about it, the angrier Cheng Lele became. Her father loved Su Yi so much; since they were young, he had always told her to look after her sister, fearing she might feel mistreated at home.
Yet Su Yi always looked like a bullied victim, making outsiders think the Cheng family couldn’t tolerate a stepdaughter. It was infuriating. And now, she had suddenly stopped being submissive and turned into a firecracker, actually daring to talk back to her. Who knew what had gotten into her—
“Ouch! I’m sorry, Eldest Miss! I was carrying these books and didn’t see where I was going…”
Cheng Lele collided head-on with a servant. Her arm throbbed from the impact, and the items in the servant’s arms scattered across the floor. She was about to lash out when the servant hurriedly explained.
“Whose books are these? Where did they come from?” Her attention was drawn to the colorful covers on the floor. She picked one up: The Phoenix Soars the Nine Heavens: The Peerless Mad Consort of the Trash Third Miss.
Cheng Lele: “?”
The servant quickly replied, “They belong to Miss Su. Mr. Su told us to throw away all these books from her room.”
Lele glanced at the other titles. They were all in the same vein—clearly those “blackened revenge” or “counterattack” web novels that only losers read.
“Ha? Hahahaha…”
She couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Could it be that Su Yi’s sudden change in personality was because she had read too many of these revenge novels and started taking them seriously?
How pathetic!
When Cheng Lele saw Su Ye coming downstairs, the smile was still on her face.
“Dad, I told Su Yi,” she said, stepping forward. Her eyes darted around before she asked, “Dad, why did you have someone throw away her books?”
Hearing Su Yi’s name made Su Ye feel miserable. He managed a stiff smile. “Your sister has read too much of that trash. I’m afraid she’s delusional and being influenced too deeply to distinguish reality.”
“Oh, I think she’s already been influenced,” Lele huffed.
Su Ye didn’t pay attention to what she said. His mind was entirely occupied by the fact that Su Yi had scammed him out of seven hundred thousand yuan.
He had waited and waited but couldn’t catch her at home. She was likely hiding at her mother’s place… He would never admit that throwing away her cheap novels was an act of petty venting born from his own helplessness!
“Make sure you look after your sister when the time comes. She hasn’t been to many events like this—” Recalling Chairman Zheng’s hints, Su Ye’s anger subsided temporarily.
Cheng Lele: “Fine, fine, I know.”
Both father and daughter assumed Su Yi wouldn’t dream of missing it.
However, on the day of the banquet, Su Yi really didn’t go.
“Su Yi!” Cheng Lele stomped her foot in rage, nearly twisting her ankle in her stilettos. Seeing the banquet was about to start, she had to stow her anger and put on her perfect social smile.
So what if she won a Best Newcomer award? What’s there to be proud of? Lele thought as she walked in. The judges probably only gave it to her because of the Zheng family’s influence. And now she’s putting on airs, even inviting the male lead of the movie—who’s supposedly a Film Emperor—to hold a grand banquet just to show off. What, is she going to announce a relationship?
She exchanged pleasantries along the way. Everyone was of a similar age, dressed in formal gowns and suits. Lele thought it was actually better that Su Yi didn’t come; it saved her the embarrassment.
She wondered what Su Yi was doing right now. Probably stuck at some part-time job doing manual labor, desperately wishing she could be here, right?
A counterattack? What a joke!
“Alright, little Tang Tang, I understand the situation. Please point the camera at the turtle for a moment; I’ll have a chat with him.”
Su Yi was diligently live-streaming.
Su Yi: What can I say? I’m just such a hardworking girl~~ ╮(￣▽￣)╭
She was never going to that Zheng family banquet. According to the original plot, that was the place where she would meet her end. Once she died, the gears of the plot would officially start turning.
Of course, she had awakened and wouldn’t be following the script to hand over her life so easily. But what if? There’s always a “what if.” A wise person doesn’t stand under a crumbling wall.
“Okay, Sister, wait a second,” Tang Tang’s youthful, lively voice rang out. “Little Turtle, over here, over here! Look here, don’t run!”
“What ‘Little Turtle’? You little brat, you have no eyes. Even if your father came here, he’d have to call me ‘Uncle,'” the turtle said grumpily.
The brown turtle, about the size of a dinner plate, was using all four limbs to crawl forward on the floor. Unfortunately, despite flooring the accelerator, its top speed was about 1.7 meters per hour—essentially rowing in place.
“I’m telling you, can the maid in your house not be so diligent? This floor is too clean. Forget an old turtle like me; even a human in hiking boots would slip on this.”
Listening to the turtle’s complaints, Su Yi let out a couple of laughs. “The floor is indeed too slippery. Little one, go get Grandpa Turtle two pairs of slippers.”
“Huh?”
“You can understand me??”
The little girl, wearing a cute child-sized mask, and the turtle, who was struggling toward the balcony, both looked at Su Yi simultaneously.
[So precious! What a cute kid, and the little turtle is adorable too. Look at how far its neck is stretched, haha.]
[Little Turtle? Careful, he might jump up and hit your kneecaps. Little Su said it’s Grandpa Turtle. Please show some respect—it’s Grandpa Turtle, thank you.]
[Last time we had a ‘Little Brother,’ now we have a ‘Little Sister.’ Are kids these days all this rich?]
[Some people are born in Rome, while others are born as beasts of burden. The watershed of life really is the amniotic fluid. A 99,000 yuan connection fee, and this little girl takes it easily. Meanwhile, I just ordered a 5.9 yuan group-buy meal (hands shaking while holding a cigarette).]
[This kid is six or seven at most. If she spent this money behind her parents’ backs, the streamer is going to end up on the evening news.]
Su Yi smiled and winked at the turtle. “Hello, Grandpa Turtle. Yes, I can communicate with animals. If you have any problems, you can tell me, and I’ll do my best to help you.”
She paused before adding, “Are you trying to jump off the balcony to find your owner? But your owner isn’t in this city. When they come back, Tang Tang and her family will return you. Don’t worry.”
The turtle remained silent, but its “rowing” intensified.
It seemed he really wanted to find his owner. Having fallen from a high floor and being in a strange environment with strangers, he must be very afraid. Su Yi looked at the turtle with some pity.
According to Tang Tang, three days ago, this turtle had fallen from the sky into a flowerpot on her balcony. There was a red ribbon tied around it, so it was clearly someone’s pet.
The building had one unit per floor and sixteen floors in total. Tang Tang’s family lived on the sixth floor, so it wasn’t hard to figure out where the turtle came from. Tang Tang’s mother had asked in the residents’ group, but all the other owners denied owning it. Only the owner of the seventh floor had remained silent. Management couldn’t reach them either, only saying the owner seemed to be away on a business trip.
After a family meeting, Tang Tang’s family concluded that this turtle, which had unfortunately fallen but was lucky enough not to hit the ground, must belong to the seventh floor. They decided to keep it temporarily until the owner returned.
But the turtle was unwilling. As soon as it recovered, it immediately crawled toward the balcony, despite the difficulty. No matter how many times they brought it back, it would crawl away again, repeating the cycle. At dawn today, it had even climbed out of its glass tank, stood up like a human, and tried to squeeze sideways through the railing gaps. It had nearly given Tang Tang’s grandmother a heart attack when she saw it.
“Sister, look. Every time I try to comfort Grandpa Turtle and tell him not to worry, that we’ll return him when his family comes back, he acts like this. He insists on jumping off the balcony. He must really, really miss and love his family,” Tang Tang said anxiously, holding the turtle’s shell. “Sister, please talk to Grandpa Turtle again and tell him to just stay at our house for now.”
Before she could finish, the turtle’s rowing speed increased, its limbs moving so fast they were almost a blur.
“Let go, you brat! You’re going to get me killed!” the turtle struggled, shouting toward the ceiling. “If I don’t run now, it’ll be too late!”
What did that mean?
Su Yi asked the question, but the turtle went silent again, only continuing its frantic attempts to reach the balcony.
“Sister, what did he say?” Tang Tang asked.
Su Yi thought for a moment and decided to tell her the truth.
The little girl froze for a few seconds. The stray lock of hair on her head seemed to droop as she spoke in a very sad voice, “Grandpa Turtle, I’m not a bad person. I won’t hurt you… My grandma, my mom and dad, and the maid—none of us are bad people. Haven’t you felt that over the last few days? Did we do something to make you misunderstand…?”
“You’re a good kid, but you talk too much! Are you a reincarnation of the Tang Monk? My head hurts from your chanting,” the turtle said grumpily, though it stopped trying to escape and slumped on the floor. “I’m exhausted. All that effort for nothing!”
It paused and looked at Su Yi. “Hey, tell the girl I’m not saying she’s going to hurt me, and I’m not saying her family are bad people. To be honest, they’re quite nice. They even fed me imported steak. To be this good to a strange turtle… not bad. There aren’t many kind people like them left.”
It let out a long sigh.
Su Yi translated its words to Tang Tang. The little girl’s eyes brightened instantly, but then she became confused again. “Then why did Grandpa Turtle say it would be too late if he didn’t run?”
“…That’s adult business. Kids shouldn’t pry,” the turtle muttered.
Su Yi smiled. “I’m not a child; I’m an adult. Why don’t you tell me, Grandpa Turtle?”
“I won’t—”
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have Tang Tang put you in a cage. When your owner comes back, we’ll send you right back to him.”
“?? Do you have any humanity left?! Is anyone going to do anything? Someone is threatening and abusing an elderly turtle here!”
“Humanity? Sorry, Mr. Turtle, I don’t seem to have any of that.”
[Hahaha, is Little Su threatening Grandpa Turtle? Give it up, Grandpa Turtle. Stop your futile resistance; you can’t beat her.]
[He kept trying to jump off the balcony to find his owner… Turtle, you’re making me cry.]
[Honestly, if anyone wants a pet but is afraid of them dying too soon, get a turtle. One turtle lasts three generations; the person leaves, but the turtle remains. And you don’t have to worry about it not loving its owner like a cat or dog. Look at this—he’d rather jump off a building to find his owner. Turtles are so emotional. My eyes are leaking.]
[Why did Grandpa Turtle say it’ll be too late? Is he telepathic with his owner? Does he feel something is going to happen?]
[Maybe. They say as things get older they become spirits. An old turtle is definitely special. Plus, turtle shells are used for divination. Turtles are spiritual; maybe he really predicted danger.]
[Is it possible Grandpa Turtle feels his time is coming and wants to see his owner one last time? His owner must love him very much. A mutual love story between a man and a turtle.]
The bullet comments were discussing fervently, coming up with elaborate theories about why Grandpa Turtle would risk his life to find his owner. They touched upon metaphysics, theology, and the deep bond between humans and pets.
You guys are so talented, Su Yi thought as she waited for the turtle to concede while reading the analysis.
“Sister, I don’t want to put Grandpa Turtle in a cage.” Tang Tang suddenly spoke, her eyes full of determination.
Su Yi sighed. “Well, then we can only take him to the police station. He keeps trying to jump off the balcony. If you lose sight of him for a second and he jumps, he might not be so lucky next time.”
“Besides, that counts as intentionally throwing objects from a height. It’s uncivilized! It’s one thing if he hits the ground, but what if he hits a person and injures them? How unlucky would that person be?”
Tang Tang: “Huh?”
Turtle: “…”
It thought this human who refused to show her face was worried about him. Instead, heh, brat! No humanity!
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, alright?” The turtle hammered the ground in grief and indignation, finally giving in.
What was a police station? He was a turtle who had lived for sixty years with a clean record. How could he go to such a place? Where would he put his old face if word got out?
Su Yi sat up straight. “I’m all ears.”
The first sentence shocked her.
“My owner… ugh, I got distracted by you calling him my owner. That psycho—damn him—he wants to eat me!” the turtle said angrily.
Wait, where’s the ‘mutual love story’ between man and turtle?
“Elaborate,” Su Yi said, her expression instantly turning solemn.
Over the next ten minutes, she worked hard to extract a small amount of useful information from a massive amount of profanity.
Tang Tang’s family had guessed correctly: the turtle belonged to the owner of the seventh floor.
He had been a carefree turtle living in the countryside. Eighteen days ago, after his old companion’s funeral, he had been brought to the city by the companion’s son—the big celebrity, the owner of the seventh floor.
“Damn it, I thought this kid was taking the baton from his old man to keep raising me. I didn’t expect him to want to eat me to ‘extend his luck.’ By seniority, I’m his uncle!” the turtle said hatefully.
The moment he entered the house, he knew something was wrong. There were many water tanks filled with water in the room, and formations were laid out on the floor that he had only ever seen on TV.
The next day, a “master” came. He looked the turtle over carefully, weighing him and flipping him around like he was picking out pork. Both men were satisfied and said some bizarre things. After the master left, the actor fed the turtle fresh beef.
Meanwhile, the actor was eating meat too.
“He even used a knife and fork. Fancy. He’d eat half and then take a break. I finished my meat—of course, I wasn’t being greedy, I just glanced at his plate to see if he was going to finish. I was just being helpful, trying to clear the plate… guess what he said? He said it was a placenta, and there was none for me. He even said it with a smile. The lunatic—what normal person eats placenta?”
A few days later, a woman came over. After a while, he heard the man fly into a rage and kick her out. He yelled at someone on the phone, calling them an idiot for not being able to tell the difference between a real virgin and a “reconstructed” one. By midnight, another young woman was sent in.
“One every day, for seven days straight. Like a dog in heat, he worked them to death. They’d walk in and be carried out. An animal! A psycho! And he’s a ‘Film Emperor’? This is the character of a Film Emperor? He didn’t inherit a shred of his father’s integrity.” The turtle expressed intense contempt.
A few days after that, the man personally put him in the bathtub, scrubbing him clean inside and out. He even tied a red ribbon on him and used incense on him for two days.
“I wondered why he was tying a red ribbon on me and using incense. I don’t have body odor. Was he going to find me a wife? I didn’t even have time to refuse before a knife was held to my head.” At this point, the turtle broke into a stream of curses—two hundred lines of profanity omitted.
Su Yi waited for him to vent before asking, “And then?”
“Then that master came back with talismans, incense, and candles. He walked in circles around me, chanting and gesturing, while that Film Emperor star stood nearby with his eyes closed, praying devoutly.”
“It was close, so close. That knife was inches from my neck. The bowl to catch my blood was already in place. I really thought I was going to be ended by that psycho. At the critical moment when my old life was hanging by a thread, someone called his phone. Sounded like a woman. They bickered for a bit, and she called him away. He conferred with that dead master, agreeing to come back later to drink turtle blood and eat turtle meat. An absolute beast!”
Once they left, he fought desperately to save himself. Unfortunately, the door was locked. Finally, after a massive effort, he crawled to the balcony and jumped.
“I’d rather be smashed to pieces than be bled and eaten by that psycho. I’d rather be a shattered jade than a whole tile; a gentleman can be killed but not insulted!” The turtle held its head high, giving a stirring speech.
He was lucky. He fell into the balcony below and wasn’t smashed to pieces.
For the past few days, he had been trying to replicate that luck. He had to escape before the man returned, but he was always caught by the well-meaning Tang Tang family.
“So I’m telling you, little girl: if you’re really kind and really want what’s best for me, send me away quickly. Just find a random pond and drop me off, the further from here the better.” This last part was addressed to Tang Tang, who still hadn’t let go of his shell.
Su Yi processed the situation, and a wave of nausea rose in her throat.
“Sister, is Grandpa Turtle done? What did he say?” Tang Tang asked nervously.
Su Yi thought for a moment, suppressing her disgust. “Tang Tang, are your parents home?”
[Isn’t it a bit late to ask if the adults are home, streamer?]
[Tactical cliffhanger, eh? Fine, I was already hooked like a fish anyway. Are you satisfied now?]
[What is so important it can only be said when the parents are around? Tell us first! We can help you double-check so you don’t get reported by the parents.]
“My grandma is in the study practicing calligraphy. I’ll go get her.” Tang Tang scooped up the turtle and ran off.
A moment later, Tang Tang pulled an elderly lady wearing a matching floral mask into view. “Grandma, this is the streamer sister I told you about. Sister, this is my grandma.”
After the introduction, she knelt down and squeezed a pipette to give the turtle some water.
“Hello, I’m Tang Tang’s grandmother. She told me everything. A consultation price of 99,000 yuan isn’t expensive at all—if you really can communicate with a turtle.”
[99,000 isn’t expensive at all… how can a mouth with a 37-degree body temperature say such cold words?]
[Grandma! It’s me, your long-lost granddaughter!]
[This old lady is quite open-minded. Her grandkid spent nearly 100,000 in one go and she’s not even angry, nor did she ask for a refund.]
[You’re young. Read between the lines.]
Subtext: If you’re a scammer, don’t blame this elder for being ruthless!
Su Yi gave a sincere smile. “Of course it’s real, Mrs. [Last Name]. This…?”
She signaled with her eyes.
The other woman understood instantly. She turned and said, “Tang Tang, take Little Turtle to your room to play.”
“Huh?”
Before Tang Tang could react, the turtle started crawling away first.
This time, it didn’t head for the balcony.
“Not suitable for children, not suitable for children. Best not to let a kid hear about such savage, cruel, and heartless things,” it said as it crawled. After a few seconds, it was still “revving its engine” in place.
Turtle: Damn it, why am I always the one who’s embarrassed…
After a moment of silence, Su Yi coughed to remind them: “Tang Tang, give him a lift.”
“Oh, oh, okay.” Tang Tang leaned over, scooped up the turtle, and vanished in a flash.
Grandmother: “Streamer, what do you want to tell me? Did Little Turtle say something?”
Despite the question, Su Yi keenly sensed her skepticism. Clearly, this lady did not believe someone could communicate with a turtle.
“Little Turtle? Oh, right. He says he’s sixty years old, so calling him ‘Little Turtle’ is probably fine,” Su Yi said calmly. Under the grandmother’s surprised gaze, she asked a seemingly unrelated question. “The owner of the seventh floor is a big star. Can your family afford to offend him?”
Grandmother: “…What do you mean by that?”
Su Yi: “What I’m about to say might lead to you offending him.”
“Offend him?” She frowned slightly, looking indifferent.
This grandma is so bossy, Su Yi thought. She nodded and slowly began to recount the old turtle’s terrifying eighteen days.
Her final summary: This was a horror story about a Film Emperor who maintained a “dignified elder” persona to the public but was terrifyingly superstitious in private. He spent massive amounts of money on a “Master” to perform rituals to sustain his luck, which involved eating placenta for half a month, brutally forcing himself on seven virgins, and preparing to drink the blood and eat the meat of his deceased father’s pet turtle.
Su Yi knew of that Film Emperor; she had even seen his movies. She really hadn’t expected it. You can know a man’s face but not his heart…
The grandmother was stunned. A monster like that lived right above them!
[??? Recently won Film Emperor, ‘dignified elder’ persona… I can only think of one person.]
[Holy sh*t, I thought of him too! No way, Little Su, ask the turtle again. Could there be a mistake?]
[My god, my first time catching such a huge event. Code name: WJH?]
[Rumor-mongering can get you sued! I believed you at first, but now the tea is about my favorite idol? Fk you. Don’t delete this; wait for the lawyer’s letter!]**
[I’m so disappointed in you. I regret giving you Rockets. You have no bottom line just to get views. To make up a rumor like this…]
[The fans are identifying themselves, haha. Did Little Su name names? If you’re guilty, don’t jump—careful you don’t get slapped in the face.]
#Wei Jinhui#
#Little Su Drops More Bombs: Wei Jinhui Suspected of…#
#Wei Jinhui Actually Did This#
At the glamorous, harmonious banquet, the hostess stepped onto the stage with a smile to speak. “Thank you all for coming tonight. You are all my friends… I’m sorry, I’m a bit emotional. In short, I am very happy.”
She turned her gaze to the newly crowned Film Emperor in the audience, who smiled back at her without avoiding her eyes. Everyone had already seen the clues from their behavior tonight and was ready to applaud.
“There is one more thing I want to share with everyone. Wei and I—”
The microphone let out a sharp screech of static. Everyone painfully covered their ears at once, and the speech was forced to stop.
There was a commotion near the stage.
“I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, a circuit failure! It’ll be fixed immediately!”
Talk about stealing the spotlight, Cheng Lele thought. Taking advantage of the chaos, she curled her lip and impatiently pulled out her phone to check Weibo. Since she started liking @HeavenAboveHangBelow’s streams, she had developed a habit of checking the trending lists.
She gave it a casual glance, and her eyes widened instantly.
She immediately hit “Forward” to her WeChat groups!