Song Ming Coming to Cause Trouble

That evening.

A video topped the short video platform rankings.

In the footage.

Liu Yi, who had fallen out with Song Zihan, was crying while recounting the evil deeds committed by the other party.

She changed to a black background, with a grief-stricken expression and a choked voice: "Hello everyone, I'm Liu Yi, *sob sob*, forgive me for losing control."

"Because... I was threatened!"

"It happened when..."

"..."

"So."

"That bitch Song Zihan, just to get a boy toy, made me help her act out a scene."

"Not only did she cause someone to lose their job, but also made him divorce his wife, tearing the family apart."

"Everyone, I was resistant from the beginning, but..."

"The Rakshasa Palace and the Song family!! They forced me!!"

"And the video Zhuang Yun took! Everyone can see it!"

"Song Zihan, being the Rakshasa King's sister and the eldest daughter of the Song family, her methods are utterly despicable!"

"Just to ruin Miss Su's reputation, she even made me... seduce Miss Su's follower!!!"

The video gained massive popularity.

Passionate netizens furiously attacked the Rakshasa Palace's short video account.

[Apologize! Apologize! The Rakshasa King's sister bullies men and women! We demand an explanation!]

[Yeah! Even though the Rakshasa King is out of prison now, so what? We can't interfere with your underworld business! But! How can you threaten a hardworking content creator like this?]

[That's right! We demand an apology from the Rakshasa King and his sister!]

[The sister's misbehavior is the brother's fault!]

[By the way, does Miss Su's reputation even need ruining?]

[Hey! What do you mean by that! Miss Su is beautiful, virtuous, and kind, her reputation is excellent!]

[Haha, here we go, Miss Su actually has brain-dead fans!]

[Hey above, these are paid trolls, how much per comment? Count me in!]

[Let's skip the formalities and get a real person to respond!]

[Get a real person +1]

[Get a real person +2]

[Nonsense! I am a real person!]

[Get a real person +3]

[#$%&*!!]

Click-clack click-clack click-clack!

In the Su family villa's living room.

Su Muwan sat on the sofa, continuously tapping on her phone's virtual keyboard.

She had originally come just to watch the drama, but ended up seeing herself mentioned.

Instantly... she turned red with anger.

Qin Luo finished putting away the snacks and walked toward the fuming Su Muwan.

He shook his head with an amused smile: "Young Miss, you really enjoy arguing with netizens."

"Hmph! They're slandering me! I must fight back!"

"Oh right!"

Su Muwan suddenly thought of something and looked at Qin Luo with sparkling eyes: "Qin Luo, don't you know how to doxx people?"

"Could you..."

Qin Luo interrupted with a friendly face: "No."

"Wuwuwu Qin Luo!"

"Don't worry, Young Miss, your public image will definitely improve later."

??

Su Muwan was stunned and somewhat annoyed: "Putting aside the fact that your statement implies I have a bad reputation."

"What do you mean my image will improve?"

Qin Luo smiled and took out his phone to show Su Muwan: "I mean, our foundation has already created a major account on the short video platform."

"It's in your name, so it's called... the Imperial Foundation."

?

What kind of stupid name is that?

"Besides helping people in need, our main purpose... is to recruit special talents!"

"And we'll upload various positive videos later. Young Miss, I believe your kind side will surely touch people's hearts."

While the system recruitment could locate A-level talents and above,

that efficiency was still too slow.

So, why not use the power of internet promotion to select talents on a large scale!

Su Muwan's expression brightened as she listened, nodding repeatedly: "Great, great, Qin Luo, you're always so thoughtful!"

Never mind the name for now, as long as it could improve her reputation! That's what matters!

Previously, because the foundation was managed by her estranged uncle who had been expelled from the Su family rather than herself,

there were many dark under-the-table operations, so... to cover their tracks, they hadn't created any short video platform accounts.

But now!

Hmph! Her reputation would finally improve!

Thinking this,

Su Muwan closed her phone, her mood instantly improving.

But!

When she thought about how Song Zihan had tried to frame them using such methods, she became furious again.

So she looked expectantly at Qin Luo: "Qin Luo, do we have any way to counter-attack the Song family?"

"Yes! And!! I want to really upset that Song Zihan!"

Counter-attack... upset Song Zihan...

Qin Luo thought for a moment.

Suddenly,

an image popped into his mind.

Then,

his lips curled into a slight smile as he looked meaningfully at Su Muwan and said: "Yes, Young Miss, but it depends on whether someone is willing."

"Someone?"

.....

.....

At the Song family residence.

Boom!!

The Rakshasa King Song Ming looked at the slanderous video playing on his phone in fury.

Especially the series of mocking comments left by netizens under their Rakshasa Palace video account.

It made him absolutely livid.

"Outrageous!!"

"These netizens are truly blind!"

"Can't they see she's talking nonsense?!"

"Does my sister need to resort to such methods to get a man??"

Song Ming was grinding his teeth in anger. You can insult us, you can humiliate us.

But! You cannot slander us!

We've always taken things by force! When have we ever used such underhanded methods?!

"*Sob sob sob*... Brother, you must help me get justice..."

Song Zihan trembled with grievance, crying breathlessly.

She really hadn't expected, really couldn't understand.

She had been so good to Liu Yi and Zhuang Yun!

But!

But this is how they treated her!

It was truly heartbreaking!

Her eyes filled with hatred. Fine!

Since you show no kindness! Don't blame me for being ruthless!

I'll expose all your dirty secrets too!

Let both of you! Be completely ruined!!

"Don't worry, sister, I must get justice for you!"

Song Ming comforted her while screaming furiously in his mind.

Su Muwan!!

You poisonous woman!!

The Su Corporation, is it?!!

Fine!

Tomorrow I'll lead my men to your corporation! And trash the entire place!!

Although Shangguan Chuxue had said not to act rashly until all personnel were in place.

But!

His sister had suffered such humiliation.

As the Rakshasa King...

How could he endure this???

So!

Su Muwan!!

Just you wait!! You'll see!!

....

...

7:00 PM

"Qin Luo! Up up down down! Left left right right!! Wow! You did it!"

Su Muwan watched Qin Luo's brilliant performance from the side, her eyes full of excitement.

Qin Luo put down the controller and smiled: "Young Miss, isn't it easier to beat these bosses if you imagine them as Xiao Tian and the others?"

"Figure out their moves and counter them - that should be easy for a martial arts genius like you."

Su Muwan's eyes sparkled as she heard this: "That makes sense!"

"I'll try it right now!"

Qin Luo looked at the time and stood up: "Although I know Young Miss is eager to play the game."

"But..."

"Young Miss, it's time for us to leave."

"Hm? Leave for where? I haven't played enough yet."

Su Muwan was somewhat displeased.

"Young Miss, do you want momentary entertainment, or do you want to upset Song Zihan?"

"I want both!!"

"Alright then, I'll go find Su Bailian by myself."

"? Wait, I've changed my mind, I want to go with you!"

"Why, don't you want to play anymore?"

At these words,

Su Muwan's face turned red, and she stood up angrily, shouting: "You're just a mere Qin Luo, don't talk back to me!!!!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Qin Luo thought to himself, the Young Miss with her mercurial moods was simply adorable!

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