Old Man, Let's Roast

"What? Xuan is being cyberbullied?"

Old Master Su couldn't stay calm. He abruptly stood up from the sofa. "Quick, show me the phone."

"Yes."

The butler, seeing Old Master Su's anxious expression, wore a knowing look. He opened the Weibo page and handed the phone to Old Master Su.

With his reading glasses on, Old Master Su began scrolling through the comments on Weibo's public square.

At that moment, the Weibo square was flooded with dozens of new comments every refresh—almost all of them bashing Lin Xuan.

—Lin Xuan is just a male version of a white lotus, so damn fake.

—Hahaha, where’s Lin Xuan? Come out and speak! Or are you too cowardly to show your face, hiding like a turtle in its shell?

—Boycott Skyveil Group! A company founded by such trash deserves to go bankrupt. And Lin Xuan, you rotten-hearted scum, just drop dead!

Old Master Su’s blood boiled as he read these comments.

Damn it.

How dare they insult his grandson-in-law like this? Did they have a death wish?

"Old Chen, investigate this immediately."

He was determined to teach Jiang Shuqin and the Lin family a lesson! How dare they spread lies about his dear grandson-in-law? He wouldn’t stand for it!

Butler Wang reminded him, "Master, it’s possible that Miss Hua’er has already handled this for Young Master Lin."

"Not necessarily."

Old Master Su stroked his beard.

Wasn’t Hua’er busy trying to give him a great-grandson with Xuan? How would she have time to deal with this?

Forget it.

He’d ask Jiang Qing directly.

Old Master Su personally called Jiang Qing.

"Chairman," came Jiang Qing’s respectful voice through the phone.

"Secretary Jiang, do you know about the online situation with Xuan?" Old Master Su asked.

"I do," Jiang Qing replied. "President Su has already instructed me to handle it. I’m making arrangements now."

"Good."

Old Master Su nodded and hung up, but he still couldn’t shake his anger.

"Old Chen, register an account for me," Old Master Su demanded furiously.

"Right away."

Butler Wang swiftly created an account for him.

Old Master Su then went online to brush up on some insults.

With his reading glasses on and phone in hand, he began clapping back at Lin Xuan’s haters.

—What’s in your head, manure? You brainless idiot, can’t you see this is an obvious setup?

—You should get a USB cable to match that port of a face.

—Sorry, my memory’s been bad lately—did I ever give you permission to speak?

—Don’t talk to me. I have a cleanliness obsession.

Butler Wang stared, dumbfounded, at Old Master Su’s savage replies.

Who knew their usually refined master could roast people so viciously?

"Old Chen, stop standing there. Use your account and help me roast them! There are too many—I can’t handle them alone," Old Master Su ordered.

"Ah, yes."

Butler Wang sat beside Old Master Su on the sofa.

The two elderly men, each holding a phone, went to war against Lin Xuan’s online attackers.

Butler Wang wasn’t as skilled with insults, so his comebacks lacked bite.

Whenever Old Master Su saw him losing an argument, he’d snatch Butler Wang’s phone and fire back for him.

"This isn’t enough. We need reinforcements," Old Master Su grumbled.

"Old Chen, gather all the servants. Have them join us in roasting these idiots."

"Understood."

Butler Wang hurried to comply. He was getting heated too—more backup would help.

Soon, the entire Su family estate was glued to their phones, furiously typing away.

Old Master Su was red with rage.

"Old Chen, contact Weibo’s management immediately! Have these accounts—this one, this one, and this one—banned!"

Butler Wang hesitated. "Master, isn’t it unfair to ban them just because we can’t out-insult them?"

"What’s unfair about it?" Old Master Su huffed, his beard bristling. "I have privilege—why not use it?"

Ban them!

Every single one of those accounts had to go!

Letting them stay would shave years off his life from sheer frustration. And if it delayed him holding his great-grandson? Unforgivable!

No, banning them was the only way to soothe his fury.

Butler Wang thought it over and smirked.

Honestly, the idea of their enemies raging helplessly was pretty satisfying.

"Master, can we ban these few as well?"

He pointed to the accounts that had gotten under his skin too.

Old Master Su waved a hand grandly. "Ban whoever you want!"

"Excellent. I’ll arrange it right away."

Butler Wang grinned.

Old Master Su blew out a breath.

Did these fools really think they could mess with him?

Meanwhile, the netizens who had been trading insults with Old Master Su and Butler Wang suddenly found themselves logged out.

They blinked in confusion.

What just happened?

They hadn’t even finished their arguments!

When they tried to log back in, a notification popped up: "Account permanently suspended."

!!!!

Damn it!

Their accounts were banned!

One Weibo influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers stared in horror at her profile—now marked "permanently banned."

All she’d done was trash-talk Lin Xuan a little. How did that warrant a ban?

Old Master Su checked the offenders’ profiles—all labeled "permanently suspended."

"Ah, much better!"

He exhaled in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, in the Lin family villa, Jiang Shuqin scrolled through the posts with a cold smile.

"Lin Xuan, this time, I’ll make sure you rot in prison."

Did he really think connections or money could save him?

She’d never let him off so easily.

With the scandal this big, no one could protect him now.

Starlight Group had been suffering under Skyveil Group’s pressure—this would be the perfect chance to give them a boost.

Two birds with one stone.

Jiang Shuqin rose from the sofa and headed to Lin Li’s room.

This time, the door wasn’t closed. She could hear Lin Li’s agonized screams from inside.

"Ah—!"

He writhed on the bed, clutching his lower abdomen.

Cold sweat drenched his forehead.

It hurt.

It hurt so damn much.

These attacks lasted over an hour each time.

Turning him into a eunuch wasn’t enough? They had to torture him like this too?

"Li!"

Jiang Shuqin rushed in, alarmed.

"What’s wrong?" she fretted. "Are you sick? Is it from your previous injuries? I’ll take you to the hospital right now!"

Lin Li stiffened.

Why had she barged in?

This wasn’t an illness—it was the so-called "Root-Severing Elixir" forced on him by his captors. The pain struck daily.

He couldn’t go to the hospital. If Jiang Shuqin found out he was now a complete eunuch, she’d blab to the whole Lin family.