How Desperate Is Lier

After Lin Li was transferred to a general ward, Jiang Shuqin collapsed in tears, sobbing uncontrollably over him.

The expressions of the three Lin sisters were grave.

"Eldest sister, given Lin Li's current condition, you probably shouldn't take him to the business gala in two days," Lin Qingyan said.

"Mm."

Strangely, Lin Qingwan felt a sense of relief after this incident.

Lin Li's affairs had been the talk of the town these past few days.

If she still brought him along, both she and Lin Li would undoubtedly become the targets of gossip.

Him not attending was the perfect way to avoid all that.

After leaving the scene, Su Qi immediately began editing the footage.

Once she received Jiang Qing's approval, she wasted no time sending it to the media.

The journalists were electrified.

Just as the buzz around Lin Li had started to die down, another bombshell dropped!

Afraid of being scooped, they hastily downloaded the video and published it on their official blogs and various platforms.

Weibo caught wind of the trend and rocketed the story straight to the top of the hot search list.

Netizens who saw the headline were stunned: "???"

Lin Li and six homeless men?

Was it what they were imagining?

This couldn’t be real, could it?

They clicked in—and were immediately met with a scene that burned their eyes.

"Holy sht!"

A collective gasp erupted.

They had assumed the headline was just clickbait.

But no, it was all true!

Was Lin Li’s taste this… extreme?

Two overweight, unattractive men were bad enough, but homeless men too?

The comments flooded in:

—Damn! My eyes are bleeding. What kind of cursed content did I just stumble into?

—I once slid into Lin Li’s DMs asking to hang out. He never replied—now I see why. I bow to his… unique preferences.

—Lin Li has single-handedly supplied my entertainment for the past year or two.

—Incredible. Absolutely incredible. Anyone got the uncensored version? I need it!

—It’s 5 a.m., and I’m getting served this drama? Is this the reward for pulling an all-nighter?

Lin Qingyan was the first to receive the video from her agent.

This…

Her eyes widened in shock as she watched.

How could this happen?

"Eldest sister, third sister, Mom—come look at this," Lin Qingyan called out. "This video shows Lin Li with six homeless men… and he actually seems to be enjoying it."

Su Qi had cleverly edited out Lin Li’s pained expressions, leaving only the moments where he appeared pleasured.

This way, everyone would assume it was consensual.

"Ugh—" Lin Qingxiu gagged, barely holding back vomit.

Lin Qingwan didn’t retch, but her face twisted in disgust.

Jiang Shuqin, however, paled, her eyes brimming with heartbreak.

"My son endured so much during his disappearance!"

Her heart ached as if being wrung out.

How hopeless Lin Li must have felt back then.

Lin Qingyan quickly closed the video, fearing she might vomit too.

"Damn it!" Jiang Shuqin hissed through clenched teeth. "Lin Xuan must have hired those men to target Lin Li!"

"That Lin Xuan is pure evil."

Lin Qingwan wanted to defend him—this had to be a misunderstanding. From what she knew of Lin Xuan, he wasn’t the type to stoop so low.

"Mom, I think—"

Before she could finish, Jiang Shuqin shot her a glare.

"You’re still defending Lin Xuan? Your brother suffered unimaginable pain, and instead of caring for him, you’re worried about an outsider who cut ties with us?"

Lin Qingwan fell silent.

Satisfied, Jiang Shuqin turned away.

"The police will handle this. You girls stay out of it."

The video clearly captured the homeless men’s faces.

Identifying them would be easy, and once found, they’d surely expose Lin Xuan.

Justice would finally be served.

With that thought, Jiang Shuqin immediately called the officer who had just left.

The policeman was enthusiastically sharing Lin Xuan’s scandal with his colleagues.

"No way, that wild?"

"Dead serious. The doctor confirmed it and even ordered Lin Li to abstain. Rich folks really know how to party."

"Hold on—I’m getting a call."

He checked his phone.

Jiang Shuqin.

He answered, pressing the phone to his ear. "Ms. Jiang, how can I help?"

"Officer, we’ve uncovered a critical lead. Check Weibo—the men who assaulted my son were surely hired by whoever targeted him. Find them, and you’ll uncover the mastermind."

The officer nodded. "This is valuable. Don’t worry, we’ll investigate thoroughly."

After hanging up, he assigned a team to run facial recognition on the homeless men, pulling their records and tracking their connections and movements.

He’d rather not, but duty called.

Jiang Shuqin and the Lin sisters kept vigil by Lin Li’s bedside.

When he awoke, despair etched his face.

Visions of those men haunted him.

"Son, you’re awake!" Jiang Shuqin brightened.

"Mom, eldest sister, second sister, third sister… has my scandal spread online?" Lin Li stared at the ceiling, voice hollow.

The sisters exchanged glances, none daring to answer.

"Tell me! Has everyone seen it?" Lin Li’s tone turned frantic.

"...Yes," Lin Qingwan admitted softly.

"I knew it."

A bitter laugh escaped him.

The moment he saw that woman filming him, he’d braced for this outcome.

His reputation was beyond ruined.

Wherever he went, he’d be a laughingstock…

"Son, don’t lose heart," Jiang Shuqin soothed. "The police have clear images of those men. They’ll trace them to whoever hurt you."

"The police?"

Lin Li scoffed.

"What good will that do?"

"Last time I was framed, the investigation went nowhere."

He was certain the culprit had powerful backing.

With Starlight Group bankrupt, no one would side with them.

Even if the culprit was exposed, their influence would sweep it under the rug.

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