Sang Li blocked that person right back.
Thinking about it and still feeling angry, he reported them a few more times as well.
He originally wanted to report them to the internet police too, but suddenly noticed that someone had replied to his comment just now, so he switched out to take a look.
The number of people continuing to comment based on that reply was unexpectedly huge. In just this short while, thousands of threads had piled up under that initial top comment.
“What are you putting on an act for here? Whatever kind of pampered trophy wife you are is what you look like, just so you know.”
“Is there something wrong with this sister’s brain? What medicine are you taking? Even this kind of question can be asked?”
“So sorry your child cannot be a child model, haha #FrogLaughing#FrogLaughing#”
“I do not know, maybe your figure is enchanting #RollingEyes#RollingEyes#”
Sang Li: “…”
Sang Li grew more and more confused as he read. He held his phone and scrolled down for quite a while before finally seeing a reply claiming to be a kind-hearted person.
“Forget it, none of them are telling you, so I will tell you. A pampered trophy wife refers to a fake-faced, silicone-filled, hollow person like you. You buy a degree, use your body to seduce a rich husband, and are a piece of social trash who does not even know basic math but is proficient in eight thousand positions.”
That person typed out a super long paragraph in one go. Before Sang Li could finish reading it, another comment refreshed.
“Cows know how to milk, horses know how to race, donkeys know how to grind, and dogs know how to guard the house. All you know is being fucked by your husband. Did you understand this time, brainless pampered trophy wife? Blocked!”
Damn!
Such an aggressive paragraph.
To think there are actually people in this world who dare talk to Lili like this!
Sang Li’s fur instantly stood on end, and he immediately typed out a paragraph at lightning speed to reply and scold the person back. But the moment he clicked send, he was met with a system prompt: [You have been added to the other party’s blacklist, unable to reply to the other party’s messages].
Sang Li: “…”
There is no bullying people like this!
Yet many onlookers seemed to overwhelmingly agree with this person’s statement, and the likes kept shooting up, surpassing the original top comment in no time and claiming the number one spot on the trending list.
Sang Li was so angry he was almost crying.
Gritting his teeth, he angrily scrolled through the comments. Many of the messages below were supporting that person and making fun of him.
“The anchor is not speaking anymore, could he have hidden in his husband’s arms to cry?”
“It is also possible the anchor does not have a husband at all, starting an account out of fantasy, hahahaha #Laughing#”
“You cannot reason with a pampered trophy wife who has never seen the world. Trophy wife, go away #PomeloLeaf#PomeloLeaf#”
Sang Li was a super fragile-hearted person who had been spoiled rotten by Jiang Xiucheng. Right then and there, he simply deleted that comment.
However, before his anger had even subsided, he found that although the original comment was deleted, passersby began frantically copying it. In no time, his comment section was completely overrun, with the shadow of the exact comment he had just deleted everywhere.
“Cows know how to milk, horses know how to race, donkeys know how to grind, and dogs know how to guard the house. All you know is being fucked by your husband. Did you understand this time, brainless pampered trophy wife? An illiterate, fake-faced, silicone-filled, hollow person proficient in eight thousand positions. Blocked!”
Sang Li: “…”
Sang Li was finally cried into anger.
He sat in front of the ten-million-worth jujube-red rosewood vanity that his husband bought for him, shedding large tears. His tears moistened the pure mulberry silk bathrobe from the Jiang family’s handmade embroidery room, and fell onto the French-imported designer custom rabbit-eared slippers.
Sang Li originally wanted to call Jiang Xiucheng to let his husband stand up for him, but after pressing the call button, he was afraid that his husband would not let him run his Xiaodigua account. So he could only cry while taking the opportunity to admire the super pretty version of himself in the rosewood vanity mirror.
Although his eyes were red, the tip of his nose was red, and his face was a little swollen from crying.
Yet Lili was clearly a pretty and genuine Lili.
Sang Li wiped his eyes with the mulberry silk bathrobe and typed out his reply word by word: “You are the fake-faced silicone person! Your whole family is fake-faced silicone people!”
The comment section changed angles to mock him again.
“You are flustered, you are flustered #Laughing#Laughing#”
“You only refuted the fake face, because everything else is true? #Haha#Haha#”
“The little illiterate who cannot do math but knows how to seduce her husband is here! #Laughing#Laughing#”
Sang Li would never admit that he was terrible at studying!
He clacked away furiously on his keyboard: “I can do math! I am a college student!”
“Oh, oh, a college student, huh? When it rains you know to run home, you can recite the multiplication table, you can breathe independently, and you can play with a smartphone, right?”
“This has really found a new employment direction for academic slackers #Shrug#”
“You are even kind of stupidly endearing. Forget it, with this IQ do not go surfing the internet, just live a good life with your husband.”
Sang Li: “…”
Sang Li could not win in a fight with words, and could not reach out to hit them. He was so angry he did not sleep all night.
He was no idiot!
He could definitely do math!
When the first wisps of early spring morning breeze in H City softly blew into the master bedroom of this billion-worth luxury mansion, Sang Li, against all odds, got out of bed with dark circles under his eyes at 5:40 in the morning.
He used his phone to send a message to the store manager of the Ma family, saying he would not be going over today.
Instantly, the world gained one more heartbroken person suffering because their sales performance could not meet the standard.
The manager did not want to give up: “If you do not have time to come over, I can also make a house call to visit you.”
Sang Li coldly refused: “No need, I have things to do today.”
The manager immediately suspected whether the neighboring Donkey family was stealing their business, and probed tentatively: “Then are you planning to…”
“I am going to visit the East District morning market, then visit the vegetable market, and then visit the aquatic wholesale market.”
Sang Li finished dressing, brought along twenty bodyguards, and said solemnly to the manager, “My schedule today is very full, I am very busy.”
The manager: “…”
The manager fully expressed his understanding and respect.
He hung up the phone.
Sang Li took a deep breath, took a selfie in the mirror and pixelated his face, then plucked up the courage to reopen Xiaodigua and posted a live broadcast teaser: “Can do math, not a trophy wife, going to check out the morning market in a bit.”
Comment section: “?”
The car with full airs was already waiting downstairs. Sang Li did not dare look at the comment section anymore, randomly picked a casual sportswear set from his wardrobe, and headed straight out the door.
Two Rolls-Royces sandwiched Sang Li’s little sports car like stars surrounding the moon, cutting all the way across more than half of H City. In the dim morning light, Sang Li hopped out of the car.
He wore a pumpkin hat in the same color as the sports car, and his short jacket only reached his waist. When he raised his hand, his shirt rolled up, revealing a small patch of fair, snowy skin. The slightly flared trousers were custom-tailored by the master tailor of Jiang Xiucheng’s family, perfectly tracing the rounded curves of his lower body and lifting slightly, carrying a mouth-watering sense of fleshiness.
“You guys wait here for me, I can go by myself!”
Sang Li looked up at the big sign of the morning market. Although it was still early, there were already quite a few people inside. “You are not allowed to follow me, I can shop by myself!”
The bodyguards hesitated a bit.
Sang Li stamped his foot with dissatisfaction and gave a very bossy command: “Anyway, I definitely know this is the exit, just wait for me to come out and find you guys, you stay right here.”
This was the most ordinary, most mainstream, and most affordable market in H City. Many of the Jiang family’s bodyguards had never even been here, but under Sang Li’s demand, they finally compromised.
However, this vegetable market did not have just one entrance and exit.
On the contrary, it had many entrances and exits.
The ordinary-looking concrete floor, the noisy and clamorous crowd, all kinds of accents.
Sang Li looked up at the plastic canopy that he had not seen in a very long time, suddenly remembering many years ago during his third year of high school when he came to the big city for a summer camp. That was money he had saved up all by himself for a very, very long time.
He suddenly thought that the summer camp cost three thousand yuan, which was not even as much as the tip he casually handed out nowadays.
The crowded stream of people bumped into Sang Li several times, making him sway left and right and step back a few steps. Yet in Jiang Xiucheng’s world, no one dared to touch Sang Li at all.
Including the managers of those luxury goods stores.
Sang Li somewhat dazedly opened the live broadcast. He had actually prepared quite well for this broadcast and specially brought two phones.
The live broadcast screen reflected the plastic canopy of the morning market.
Sang Li steadied his mind and barely managed to speak: “This is, this is the East District morning market. Everyone, look, there are already a lot of people.”
At seven or eight in the morning, it was either the time when office workers were on the subway or already slacking off at the company. As the live broadcast started, quite a few people really did log in to watch.
“What on earth, the anchor is a boy? His voice sounds pretty good too.”
“He is a boy. I thought you all knew. Did you not see the wall of shoes besides the bags in the photos posted yesterday?”
“So funny. Yesterday the comment section said the anchor could not do math and was a trophy wife, today the anchor decides to prove himself.”
“Knowing how to math makes you a trophy wife too, just so you know. What kind of ability is it for a man not to strive on his own, but find a husband instead?”
Originally, Sang Li was determined to prove he was living life seriously by buying groceries at the morning market, and also wanted to refute the bullet comments. But as the hustle and bustle of the crowd rose, it felt as though a hand suddenly pulled him to run backward, running back to his vibrant age of seventeen.
Back then, he had no home and no money.
Yet he had freedom.
He skipped class to sneakily pluck dogtail grass by the river and watch the sunset, and he had even shaved the hair off the tail of the neighbor grandma’s big orange cat with a razor.
Sang Li suddenly lost interest, and even his voice sounded disheartened: “Let us, let us end it here. There are too many people, I am going back.”
Bullet comments: “?”
The bullet comments started cursing again.
Sang Li had no interest in looking further. He hugged his phone and walked outward, and seeing an exit right ahead, he walked toward it, yet there were no bodyguards at the entrance.
He froze for a moment, blankly retreated a few steps, and found that not far away there was actually another exit. He hurried over with quick steps, but there were still no bodyguards outside.
Sang Li grew a bit panicked, and instinctively grabbed a passerby nearby: “Why is this exit wrong?”
The passerby was very kind, but Sang Li could not quite understand the accent. After saying a few words and seeing that Sang Li was still blank, the passerby waved his hand and left.
This was the largest market in H City, and walking just from east to west took nearly half an hour.
Sang Li spun around in place twice, so anxious that he forgot his other phone was still live-streaming, and placed a phone call across several time zones to Jiang Xiucheng.
It was still the middle of the night in Northern Europe.
Yet Jiang Xiucheng picked up the phone immediately: “Baby?”
In this place where everything was unfamiliar.
Jiang Xiucheng once again became Sang Li’s only reliance.
Sang Li instinctively gripped the phone tighter, biting his lips, his sweet and soft voice choked with fear: “Husband. Sob. Baby, baby is lost.”