The dormitory conditions at Jingda left Shen Qinghuan, who had once lived in a six-person room with bunk beds, utterly stunned.
Air conditioning and a refrigerator, a private bathroom with a small balcony, and even an imported mattress from abroad—was this really a university dorm?
Oh, right—in her memories, the Shen family had paid a fortune to renovate the dormitory building for their precious youngest daughter.
Never mind, then.
Following the original owner’s memories, Shen Qinghuan returned to the luxurious twenty-square-meter single dorm, set her instrument case on the desk, and sank into the sofa.
She pulled out her phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, and wanted to see just how bad things had gotten on Langbo.
It really was strange—a fight over a spot at a school could actually trend.
Sure, Jingda was one of the top schools in the country, but for the author of Tianshi Chulian to set it up this way seemed rather brainless.
She opened the platform, and Shen Qinghuan froze.
All the posts that had once flooded the site cursing her were gone.
In their place, a live video labeled “Full Version” was being shared nonstop.
The view count had already broken a million, and the comment section was on fire.
Shen Qinghuan clicked on the video and watched it from beginning to end.
The full version clearly recorded everything that happened after her performance—Lin Chen demanding the spot, demanding money, the entire process, every line of moral blackmail audible and clear.
Bai Anqi’s perfectly timed tears, her hesitating, aggrieved expression, the scheming glances she cast—all of it was captured, frame by frame.
The comment section completely exploded.
“I was wrong—I cursed Shen Qinghuan too soon. This was clearly Lin Chen engaging in moral blackmail!”
“The number one gold-digger who takes without giving. He eats her food, uses her things, and then demands she give up her spot to his first love. Where’s his shame?”
“Is Bai Anqi really innocent? Look closely at the look in her eyes when she tugs at Lin Chen’s sleeve—total green tea girl.”
“So Shen Qinghuan just refused to be bled dry, and she gets called a bully? Victim-blaming is alive and well, huh?”
People even started digging up old dirt.
“Wait, I remember Shen Qinghuan spent a lot of money on Lin Chen before, right?”
“I heard from a senior that Lin Chen’s instrument, living expenses, even his travel costs for competitions—all paid by Shen Qinghuan.”
“Not just that—Shen Qinghuan even shared her recommendation connections with him, and he turned around and promoted Bai Anqi instead.”
“Oh my god, he basically treated her as a walking ATM. The moment she stopped spending money on him, he orchestrated a cyberbullying campaign against her?”
The campus forum blew up too.
The pinned post became “A Complete Breakdown of the Lin Chen and Bai Anqi Incident,” with the original poster laying out a long timeline.
From Shen Qinghuan spending money on Lin Chen, giving him resources and paving his way, to Lin Chen passing all of it on to Bai Anqi, and finally to this fight over the tour spot.
Every single point was laid out clearly, with irrefutable evidence.
The comments below came one after another, all condemning Lin Chen and Bai Anqi.
“What kind of legendary freeloader is Lin Chen? No talent of his own, so he leeches off girls?”
“Bai Anqi is no saint either—saying no with her mouth while her body is very honest.”
“Shen Qinghuan used to be truly foolish—spent all that money raising two ungrateful wolves.”
Shen Qinghuan scrolled through her screen, her expression unchanged.
She just let out a soft “ah,” as if confirming something she had known all along.
As expected, that pair of male and female leads from the original novel couldn’t withstand the exposure of any truth.
In a corner of the campus, Lin Chen and Bai Anqi were sitting on a bench.
Lin Chen scrolled through his phone, his face alternating between pale and ashen.
Every comment in the thread was like a slap across his face. He gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles turned white.
“Kept man,” “leech,” “master of moral blackmail”…
These words were now attached to him—the poor but hardworking academic star, the campus heartthrob.
Bai Anqi leaned over to take a look, and her eyes immediately reddened.
This time, she wasn’t faking it.
She was genuinely panicking.
“Lin Chen, didn’t you say public opinion would always be on our side? What do we do now?”
Lin Chen said nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Bai Anqi’s voice rose several notches, carrying barely suppressed resentment.
“How did you mess this up? Didn’t you say she’d do anything you asked? Didn’t you say the spot was guaranteed?”
“Do you have any idea how long I prepared for this tour? It’s all ruined now!”
Lin Chen’s head snapped up, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
“You’re blaming me? I told you to go on stage and play the victim—who told you to grab my sleeve at that moment? Look at the video yourself—how many times has that gesture been replayed and magnified?”
Bai Anqi froze, then her eyes reddened, her voice trembling, pitiful and delicate.
“Lin Chen, so you’re blaming me?”
Seeing her eyes well up, Lin Chen couldn’t help but sigh in the end. “Don’t cry, Anqi. I’ll think of another way…”
An indescribable awkwardness and resentment hung in the air.
In the heart of Jingcheng, at the Shen family villa.
The living room was bright. Father Shen sat on the sofa looking at his phone while Mother Shen sipped tea beside him.
Shen Qinghuan’s eldest brother, Shen Yanzhou, had just walked in the door, dressed in a sharp suit, his face expressionless.
Though Father Shen was getting on in years, he still kept up with the times.
He had come across the viral full-length video from Jingda and watched it from beginning to end, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
He handed the phone to Mother Shen. After watching it, she too fell into a long silence.
“Qinghuan, that girl… she used to be foolish, but she was never as vicious as they’re saying online.”
Father Shen’s voice was heavy, impossible to tell whether it carried heartache or disappointment.
Shen Yanzhou walked over, glanced at the phone screen, and let out a cold laugh.
“What, feeling sorry for her again?”
“When she broke off the engagement in front of the entire Jingquan, stomping all over the Lu family’s face, why didn’t she think about the consequences then?”
“For that Lin Chen, she cut ties with this family and called you two senile old fools—her words were far uglier than anything I’ve said today.”
Mother Shen set down her teacup and sighed softly.
“Yanzhou, say less.”
Shen Yanzhou unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat down across from them, his tone indifferent.
“I’m just reminding you not to forget the pain once the wound has healed. You know perfectly well how Shen Qinghuan treated us back then.”
“Now that the internet is saying a few nice things about her, she’s a good daughter again?”
Father Shen and Mother Shen exchanged a glance and said nothing more.
The living room fell quiet, with only the pendulum of the wall clock ticking away.
The butler was passing through the hallway when Mother Shen called out to him.
“Old Zhou, has… has the young lady contacted the family recently?”
The butler paused slightly and shook his head.
“No, Madam.”
Mother Shen lowered her eyes, her fingers tracing the rim of her teacup.
Shen Yanzhou leaned back on the sofa and spoke expressionlessly.
“Don’t bother asking. If she won’t contact you, don’t go looking for her. After the scene she pulled last time, who knows if she’s just putting on another act this time?”
Mother Shen opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing.
In the dorm room, Shen Qinghuan turned off her phone and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes for a moment.
She began to seriously recall the plotline of the book.
According to the original timeline, by this point the original owner had already completely broken with her family because of the way she’d thrown herself at Lin Chen.
Not only that, the original owner had publicly broken off her engagement and hurled insults at her family, angering Mother Shen—who was already in poor health—into a serious illness.
Father Shen and her two older brothers were utterly disappointed in the original owner and severed ties with her on the spot.
Shen Qinghuan opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.
Great, just great. This is just perfect.
The original owner had already offended everyone she possibly could.
Trying to go back now and cling to her wealthy family for support wouldn’t be easy.
But she couldn’t just leave things hanging like this, could she?
If she remembered correctly, not long after the estrangement, the Shen family parents died in a sudden car accident…
After all, since she’d taken over someone else’s body, the least she could do was fulfill their filial duties on their behalf.
Shen Qinghuan rolled over, burying her face in the sofa cushion, and let out a muffled sigh.
Whatever. She’d practice the violin first. Repairing the relationship… could wait.
Outside the window, the night deepened. The light from the streetlamps slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell onto the dorm room floor, drawing a thin line of light.