Madam's Big Swing Ding Xian Wanders Westward... We're Outta Here, Bros

Inside the principal's office.

Three people surrounded a student, and the student in the middle was under tremendous pressure, his forehead covered in cold sweat, not even daring to take a deep breath.

They watched as Mo Liangxin fiddled with his phone, navigating through several menus until he finally located the original video file. He tapped it open, and on screen played the unedited, original footage of Ye Cheng's rooftop jump.

The post that had been uploaded to the forum earlier was an edited version, keeping only the most thrilling highlights. It was a bit of a sidestep, really—after all, this was an era where traffic and views ruled everything. If you couldn't hook the audience within the first three seconds, the algorithm would automatically optimize you out, turning your content into garbage, trapped in a vicious cycle. Eventually, you'd drop below the kill line and get swept away without anyone even noticing.

The full video began to play.

The camera started to shake, and the dried leaves crunching underfoot made a faint, crisp sound.

"Huh?" Mo Liangxin's voice came from within the footage, filled with confusion, and the lens finally settled on the back hill of the hospital, focusing on a particular ward. It was the same ward where the Head Maid had been staying before. Ye Cheng appeared on the balcony, executed a little hop, and landed on the railing with silky smooth movements. Thanks to the high-definition camera, you could see Ye Cheng's lips moving, saying something.

Unfortunately, the distance was simply too great to make out what he was saying. And the angle was so awkward that even if they hired a lip-reading expert, they wouldn't be able to decipher his words. Of course, if that lip-reading expert happened to be named Ye Cheng himself, then that's a different story.

The Noble Lady furrowed her brows. A primal instinct told her something terrible was about to happen—like, he was going to jump!

No way, right?

Gulp.

The Noble Lady swallowed hard, her heartbeat accelerating, her heart rising into her throat as she watched Ye Cheng on the phone screen.

He jumped!

Graceful. A mid-air spin, like a diver, and he landed with pinpoint precision on the ground below. Then, completely unfazed, he flipped the bird at the Head Maid on the balcony above and bolted.

Unfortunately, the camera had remained fixed on Ye Cheng the whole time and didn't capture the Head Maid on the balcony. The footage cut off right there.

"You mother—! I'm going to chop you into dumpling filling!!!" Du Wanyi's eyes blazed with fury. She grabbed Mo Liangxin by the collar and unleashed a full-force "Madam Big Swing," flinging him around like a little chick, back and forth between the floor and the ceiling.

Boom. Boom. Boom...

Every impact was solid and heavy. The Noble Lady and Niu Fen watched on, their hearts pounding in their chests, and quickly stepped forward to intervene.

"Wanyi, calm down. What's done is done. What we need to focus on now is damage control—beating him to death won't solve anything."

That was the most tactful way she could think of to talk her down. Her best friend had clearly been completely blinded by rage, and nothing else would get through to her.

Mo Liangxin, who had been knocked around until he was seeing stars, couldn't even register the pain in his body anymore. Upon hearing the Noble Lady speak up for him, he nodded frantically.

His voice was choked with tears.

"Yes, Auntie, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'm just a kid—please let me off this once! I'll do whatever you want. I'll delete the post right now and put up a clarification post!"

His survival instincts were in overdrive. He genuinely felt like Du Wanyi was trying to kill him.

And also—how the hell was she so strong? Was she even human? Even a young bull wouldn't have that kind of strength!

Sure, he wasn't particularly overweight, but he still weighed around a hundred and thirty pounds, and yet Du Wanyi picked him up like a baby chick and swung him around like a toy.

How was that fair?

Auntie?

Du Wanyi was already about to put Mo Liangxin down, but the moment she heard the word "Auntie," her rage reignited. She gave him another "Madam Big Swing," slamming him against the wall and the floor several more times.

"Auntie? I'll show you Auntie! Auntie! Your whole family are aunties!"

"Ahh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Beautiful, kind, gentle, gorgeous big sister—I'm sorry! Please spare me..."

The office echoed with Mo Liangxin's screams and Du Wanyi's furious shouting. The two of them might as well have been performing some kind of duet—in the most literal, physical sense, because Mo Liangxin was genuinely being spun around by Du Wanyi.

Madam Big Swing!!!

"Ahhhh—"

A few minutes later, with a swollen face, a bloody nose, and a body that felt like it was about to fall apart, Mo Liangxin plastered a smile on his face as he underwent Du Wanyi's interrogation. He was terrified that one wrong move or one wrong word would earn him another round of Madam Big Swings.

That would be the end of him.

If he had known that filming a video would cause this much trouble, he would have rather died than film it. Or, well, no—he'd still film it, but he'd have someone else post it online. Do-it-yourself was just too dangerous.

But letting that footage go to waste felt like a real shame.

There was no cure for regret. His top priority now was figuring out how to quell Du Wanyi's wrath before she beat him to death. Even a complete idiot could tell that Du Wanyi was no ordinary person.

Her combat ability was comparable to a hundred-ton truck. There was no way she was normal.

Especially remembering the conversation between Du Wanyi and the Noble Lady earlier—it made his blood run cold, his hairs standing on end. What did she mean, "murder is against the law"... doesn't that imply it wasn't illegal before?

The school principal, Niu Fen, was now behaving like a well-behaved elementary school student, standing in an inconspicuous corner of the office, afraid that if he angered Du Wanyi, he'd get a couple of Big Swings himself. His old bones couldn't take that. One whack and he'd be flattened into a meat pancake.

"So you're telling me, other than the jumper, there was someone else on the rooftop, right?"

"Yeah! There was someone else—a woman, really pretty!" Mo Liangxin nodded eagerly. He hadn't captured the Head Maid's face on camera, but he'd seen her, and he remembered her.

He picked up a pen and started sketching.

A moment later.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Du Wanyi gritted her teeth, grabbed him by the leg, and launched into another smooth combo of Madam Big Swings. Bang. Bang. Bang...

"Ahhhh—" Mo Liangxin's screams echoed throughout the office.

Niu Fen and the Noble Lady stood to the side, staring at a "determined, abstract stick figure" drawn on the table, both falling into silence.

"That's way too abstract. What the hell is anyone supposed to get from that?" Niu Fen said, exasperated. No wonder the matriarch of their household was so furious.

He had volunteered so eagerly, looking like some kind of big shot, only to draw a stick figure. You're just asking for a beating at that point!

Niu Fen failed to notice that the Noble Lady's expression had begun to shift into something unsettling.

Although the drawing was incredibly abstract, the Noble Lady recognized it in an instant—she had practically raised the Head Maid over the years.

That abstract stick figure was unmistakably their Xia Yu!

What on earth was going on?

A tremendous doubt arose in the Noble Lady's mind, and out of selfish motives, she temporarily kept this news to herself, planning to find an opportunity to personally ask the Head Maid what was really going on later.

Others might deceive her, but the Head Maid would never!

After a relentless barrage from the lady, Mo Liangxin finally brought the three of them to the back hill hospital, the site where Ye Cheng had jumped from the building. A considerable number of students had already gathered around the area...

It seemed they had all seen the post and come over.

No matter how quickly it was deleted, it was unavoidable—the post had already spread. Screenshots, shares... word of mouth.

Once something like this gets out, it simply can't be contained. It's like in certain apps, where beneath a video, a bunch of idiots are relentlessly fishing for bait, frantically spamming "111."

And then, above the idiots, there's always an even bigger expert, endlessly replying, reposting, spamming "111"... utterly brain-dead.

Rumor has it that Ultron originally made the decision to destroy humanity after reading this kind of stuff on human internet information...

"What are you all gathered here for? Aren't you supposed to be in class? All of you, get back! Stop running around believing every rumor you hear!"

Quite rarely, Niu Fen put on the authoritative air of a principal. The students gathered around were still fairly susceptible to this, and upon hearing Niu Fen speak up, they dispersed amid murmurs.

However... it was unavoidable. The news had spread once again.

Their very presence here had already confirmed certain things and only provided a more complete chain of evidence, but they couldn't not come.

The original post had been deleted, but the screenshots, the shares, the copies saved—those couldn't be stopped. They kept circulating through various channels.

In other words...

It was only a matter of time before the Young Lady saw the post. There's no such thing as a wall that the wind can't get through.

Du Wanyi couldn't even imagine how their Little Hanhan would react upon seeing that post... Something terrible would happen.

Beans of cold sweat kept appearing on Du Wanyi's forehead. Furious beyond words, she grabbed the battered Mo Liangxin next to her and gave him a "Lady's Grand Slam," swinging him around like a baton.

"Ahhh! Help!!!"

"Boom boom boom..."

"It's all your fault, all your damn fault! I'll chop you into dumpling filling!!!" Du Wanyi gnashed her teeth, unable to suppress the rage in her heart no matter how much she hit.

A few minutes later, after finishing with Mo Liangxin, Du Wanyi stood to the side and called Ye Cheng...

"Beep beep beep..."

"We're sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Du Wanyi: "..."

nO!!!

Exactly what she feared. Combined with the reports from her subordinates this morning about people looking for Little Hanhan, Du Wanyi had already pieced together a complete picture in her mind.

For example—just like the content Mo Liangxin had written in the post—Ye Cheng was terminally ill, with little time left, suffering from the torment of illness, forcing a smile, and ultimately unable to bear the pressure and pain of his condition, developing thoughts of suicide.

Which led to this moment, when Mo Liangxin happened to capture the scene.

And this was only one chance encounter. Perhaps in more unseen places, Ye Cheng had already attempted such things who knows how many times...

Du Wanyi: "..."

nO!!!

Yamei lo! Stop it, little Chengcheng! I won't hit you anymore! Come back!!!

When it came to matters of principle, Du Wanyi could still see things very clearly. She decided to let the whole thing where Ye Cheng had swindled her go, to not seek revenge on Ye Cheng—only on that wretched Dou Dou!

So... please come back, little Chengcheng! The family can't survive without you! Little Hanhan will become a shut-in!!!

Thinking of this, an enraged Du Wanyi grabbed the feigning-death Mo Liangxin again for another "Lady's Grand Slam"99...

A few minutes later, Niu Fen stood quietly to the side, looking at the "ginseng" planted in the dirt.

"Student, are you okay? Still alive?" Niu Fen cautiously asked. If the guy was dead, then he wouldn't bother contacting the medical staff—he'd just call the funeral parlor to come pick him up and cremate him...

"Principal... save me..." Mo Liangxin was practically crying. If he ever touched journalism again from now on, he'd be a dog!

...

Meanwhile.

In a crowded long-distance bus station in the seaside city, the last bus departing pulled out slowly and began its journey...

No sooner had it left than people from the Dongfang family arrived, narrowly missing the last long-distance bus that hadn't been inspected.

After all—who would have thought that within less than half an hour, Ye Cheng had already gone from the city center to the outskirts over a hundred kilometers away, and even gotten a ticket sorted out...

"Even if I run off to the far northwest, they can't catch me, right?" Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin, the twisted black text of the system notifications surfacing in his mind.

Heading west, all the way west...