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"He was just about to say something when Lin Li suddenly shouted in agitation, 'Stop! I order you not to say another word!'

'If you dare say anything more, I, Lin Li, will make sure you regret it!'

A burly man, thoroughly enjoying the drama, grew impatient with Lin Li’s interruption. He strode over and stuffed a large wad of tissue into Lin Li’s mouth.

Lin Li’s mouth was now crammed with tissue.

'Mmph—mmph—!' He tried to speak, but no words came out.

'Ah, peace at last,' the burly man said, satisfied with his handiwork. He then gruffly added, 'Problem solved. No more interruptions—go on.'

'Right.'

The man resumed his exposé. 'Guess what happened next? It was revealed right then and there that he was a eunuch. They even pulled his pants down in public to confirm—completely bare, nothing left down there.'

'His engagement was called off on the spot. Tell me, without that thing, how can he still stand to pee? Might as well squat like a woman.'

'Oh, and he’s completely sterile too. Worse than a eunuch, honestly.'

Lin Li’s veins bulged in his neck.

He shook his head violently, muffled cries escaping his stuffed mouth.

Stop, just stop!

This was nothing short of a public execution for him.

The crowd cast sympathetic glances his way.

'No wonder his voice sounded so high-pitched earlier. So he really is a eunuch.'

'Tsk tsk, how tragic. A grown man in this day and age, reduced to a eunuch—and exposed in public? I’d lose the will to live if it were me.'

'Who could be so cruel? To rob a man of his most important asset…'

As fellow men, they could only imagine the agony of losing something so vital.

And on top of that, sterility?

Lin Li clenched his fists.

Why pity him?

He was the sole young master of the Lin Family, a grandson of the Jiang Family—his status far surpassed these nobodies!

He had more money than any of them.

He didn’t need their sympathy!

Not one bit!

'Don’t rush to feel sorry for him just yet,' the storyteller interjected, seeing the men’s pitying expressions. 'You probably don’t know the full story. He already had a fiancée before this.'

'But because he cheated, she dumped him. His reputation tanked, and no respectable girl from high society would marry him. So what did he do? He set his sights on Feng Yaya—staged “chance” encounters, faked a heroic rescue, and hid his… condition to trick her into marrying him.'

The crowd’s sympathy instantly turned to scorn.

'Well, well. Karma’s a bitch. Who knew a man could be such a scheming, two-faced snake? Serves him right!'

'Disgusting. What a vile excuse for a man!'

Onlookers whipped out their phones, cameras trained on Lin Li, ready to capture the humiliation for social media.

The burly man yanked the tissues out of Lin Li’s mouth.

'Care to share your thoughts now?'

'Stop filming! All of you, stop! Do you hear me?' Lin Li’s face burned red as he shouted.

'Lin Li, you’ve got the nerve to act all high and mighty after pulling such a despicable stunt? You’ve shamed all men!' The burly man spat at him.

'You—!'

Lin Li’s face twisted in fury.

One mentally unstable bystander hadn’t followed most of the conversation, but he’d caught the part about Lin Li’s… irreversible loss.

'That’s just tragic,' the man said, pity in his eyes. 'How’s a man supposed to enjoy life’s greatest pleasure without that thing?'

'But hey, I’ve got an idea. You could always try men instead—you know, be the bottom. What’s it called again?'

He scratched his chin, deep in thought.

Then it hit him. 'Right! A “uke.” You could be an uke.'

The crowd erupted in laughter.

'He’s not wrong! With your situation, you’d be a hit in the gay community,' another man chimed in, egging on the joke.

Lin Li couldn’t take it anymore. Head down, he bolted from the restroom.

He refused to be humiliated online again, subjected to endless ridicule.

He needed his eldest sister to clean up this mess.

Before, he’d had no choice—his scandals had spread unchecked. But now, with the Jiang Family backing him, they’d make sure this never saw the light of day.

Still disheveled, Lin Li barged into the hospital room without bothering to tidy up.

Jiang Yutong had gone to the entrance to personally greet Lin Xuan.

Only Jiang Manting remained in the room.

She froze at the sight of Lin Li’s wretched state.

'Cousin, what on earth happened to you?' Jiang Manting gasped.

Lin Li said, "Could you help me handle something online? Just now in the restroom, I ran into a mentally ill person. He had an episode, grabbed me, and humiliated me badly. Someone even recorded it and plans to post it online."

"Elder Sister, you don’t need to do anything else. Just intercept and delete those posts. Weren’t you planning to host a family reunion banquet for me? I’m worried this incident might affect the Lin Family’s reputation."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it right away."

At the moment, Jiang Manting was preoccupied with Grandpa Jiang’s condition and didn’t have the mental space to dwell on Lin Li’s issue.

She directly called her secretary and instructed, "Take care of this matter."

She delegated the task to her secretary without another thought.

Lin Li scrolled through his phone for a while but found no trace of the posts online.

He let out a sigh of relief.

The Jiang Family truly had power and influence. Even something posted online could be resolved so effortlessly.

He had definitely chosen the right backer in the Jiang Family.

Lin Xuan, oh Lin Xuan, now that I have the Jiang Family as my support, don’t even think about messing with me again.

A faint smirk curled at the corner of Lin Li’s lips.

Night Garden

Lin Xuan received the medical report on Grandpa Jiang sent by Jiang Yutong and examined it carefully.

Grandpa Jiang’s condition was indeed critical this time.

Given the medical capabilities of this world, it was likely Grandpa Jiang wouldn’t make it.

Lin Xuan put his phone away and prepared to head to the hospital.

As he went downstairs, he overheard a few servants chatting while cleaning.

"Have you heard? Young Master Huo is returning today."

Thank you to the beloved readers—Author Xie Fei, Jun Wuyi, Bai Xue, Luo Li Xueyue, Aoweiliya’s Lian’er, and others—for your gifts.

Dear readers, see you at 7 a.m. on the second day (Thursday).

Noticing many of you staying up late for updates, I’ll gradually shift the release time to 7 p.m.

Uu

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