After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Looking at the netizens who were about to send razor blades to Chen Songyun, Chen Xingzhu took three seconds to pray briefly for his brother, and then plunged into the ocean of gossip.

Turning over and over…

"Photo. I feel like this little bun looks a lot like Sister Xia."

Looking at the little Qianyi in the photo, Chen Xingzhu said: Bah! Chen Songyun is so shameless that he actually took advantage of Xiao Qianyi!

Then, a certain promotional material, "Doesn't anyone think this big guy and Sister Xia are a good match?"

"A 10-year-old fan said: If he is my brother-in-law, I can accept it."

"This passerby said: It's really a good match."

"Sister Xia, please kick out your useless husband and follow the boss, please."

Chen Xingzhu: ...and then were surprised to find that the two people were actually the same person?

This routine is quite familiar.

Looking at the fans who have been vaguely led, he has to admit that the eldest brother really has his way.

After scrolling for a while, just when Chen Xingzhu was about to put away his phone, a piece of information popped up, and his pair of black pupils suddenly contracted!

"Twenty years ago, he killed his wife to defraud insurance. Now he is finally caught. Let's see what the police say..."

Seeing such a title, Chen Xingzhu's heart sank suddenly.

Is it about to start? A major blow to Qiao Wenzhou's career...

Reason told him that he should click on it and take a look. Maybe the person in front was not Qu Tiexin...

With so many people in the world, Qu Tiexin must not be the only one who killed his wife to get insurance... But!

Chen Xingzhu was in a panic, unable to control her panic, and even her heartbeat started to speed up.

His throat was dry and his vision was dark. Chen Xingzhu swallowed.

Instead of clicking it, he subconsciously turned off the phone.

A pair of panicked eyes were reflected on the dark screen, and Chen Xingzhu threw the phone aside.

After arriving home, Chen Xingzhu gulped down three glasses of water, and only then did he feel a little calmer.

Curled up on the sofa, Chen Xingzhu took a deep breath, then opened his phone and flipped to the previous records.

I just took a quick glance and found out...it was indeed Qu Tiexin.

The information revealed that Qu fabricated his wife's death scene and disguised the intentional murder as self-harm and suicide due to depression in order to defraud a high amount of insurance compensation. The evidence is conclusive and the case has been transferred to the judicial authorities for trial.

The netizens below were all shocked.

"Who? Qu?"

"I think the person in the photo looks very familiar. My mom was right. It seems that playing with the phone can really blind your eyes. Sisters, go away and check your eyes. I have to be hospitalized anyway."

"It must be Qu Tiexin, it must be Qu Tiexin. It's impossible that I'm blind too, right?"

"It's really Qu Tiexin!!"

"What a niche text, is this a man's text? Why can't I understand it?"

"It's not Chinese characters, it's Chinese characters. We don't want that broken input method anymore. Throw it away."

"Killing his wife to get insurance? Does that mean Qu Tiexin killed Qiu Xiu?"

"That should be what you mean. Otherwise, does Qu Tiexin have other wives?"

"Who would understand? I was just envious of the love between Qu Tiexin and Qiu Xiu, but...so I am a clown?"

"Qiu Xiu didn't commit suicide? Was she murdered? Or was she killed by Qu Tiexin?"

"I'm going crazy. My favorite author was killed by the person next to her?"

"Just for that little bit of compensation?"

"This is crazy! This is absolutely crazy!"

"Is Qu Tiexin a pervert? He killed someone himself, yet he pretends to be affectionate?"

Netizens expressed their shock. Chen Xingzhu continued to scroll down, and when everyone had almost accepted the message, vicious curses began to appear.

"Qu Tiexin is definitely the most disgusting person I have ever met in my life. Ugh—I am about to vomit up the food I ate the night before."

"I suggest just shooting him! No, shooting him is too easy for him, just put him in a pig cage."

"Fuck, bastard, I really want to kick his ass to pieces!"

The further you go, the more blocked words there are, until at the end they are basically all marked with asterisks.

Netizens cursed very dirty, and Chen Xingzhu couldn't help but join in.

After all, he had started to hate that disgusting man a long time ago.

After cursing for a while, Chen Xingzhu felt relieved.

He continued to scroll down.

"I'm beginning to wonder if Qu Tiexin had already had this conspiracy when he first came into contact with Qiu Xiu?"

"If there was no Qiu Xiu, there would be no Qu Tiexin today. Everyone agrees on this, right?"

"Qiu Xiucai is a capable and talented person, but Qu Tiexin is nothing!"

Suddenly, Chen Xingzhu's eyes became determined.

"Wow, my fingers are still shaking and I can't stop crying. Qiu Xiu is my favorite author, not only because of her works, but in fact, she is a very gentle person! She is the best person I have ever met! When I got this news, I really felt like the sky was falling. Why, why must fate be so unfair to her?

We met before she became famous. At that time, she was still a little-known author, and I was just a passerby who happened to see Zhenfeng. I liked her writing very much, so I left a comment.

For a period of time afterwards, I would leave comments on her books almost every day.

There was a time when I disappeared for a while because of some things in real life.

When I came back, I suddenly found an unread message in my mailbox.

It was Qiu Xiu. She asked me what happened during this period and why I had disappeared.

Because of reality, that was the darkest period of my life. Seeing such concern, I burst into tears.

I replied to her: 'I'm sorry, sister, because I almost died, I...'

My heart is filled with dark emotions, and I wish the world would be destroyed!

But reason tells me that this sentence is not suitable to be sent out. No matter how uncomfortable it is, it is my own business and there is no need to spread it to others, especially when the other person is a stranger to me.

But by the time I realized it, I had already sent it.

When I saw the message "Sent" on the screen, I was so scared.

It’s all over, it’s all over. The other party must think I’m a psychopath. This was my only thought, and I felt extremely regretful.

But the truth was far from what I imagined. She replied to me immediately and asked me what was wrong and if I needed help.

Help? I burst into tears when I saw these two words.

I was molested by a neighbor, but no one asked me if I needed help. Even my parents warned me not to tell anyone because they felt it was embarrassing, just because I was wearing a long suspender dress that day...

Everyone around me was talking about it, and those secret gazes made me feel like a slut who could be slept with by anyone!

Every minute and every second, I wanted to just die.

Fortunately or unfortunately, my parents found out about my thoughts.

At that moment, I was expecting something. I thought that since I was so sad, they would comfort me, even if it was just a simple sentence like "Don't be afraid"... ?

But in fact, they just said calmly: Who are you trying to show off to by making such a fuss? It's so annoying. Can't you just be quiet day after day?

I really regret it. If I had the courage to die cleanly and neatly, would I not have heard such ridicule?

I want to die, but I'm afraid of the pain. Why should someone as incompetent and cowardly as me be born into such a world?

If only I had never been born in the first place...

Maybe because I didn’t reply for a long time, Qiu Xiu sent me a private message again.

She said: It’s okay if you don’t want to talk, but I think you might need help, maybe you can tell me how I can help you?

In just a short line of words, I glimpsed a sense of tenderness.

A rare tenderness that has long since turned from expectation into a luxury.

I couldn't resist such tenderness and I told her my experience.

While waiting for a reply, I was extremely nervous. I was really afraid that she would say I was complaining without any reason.

I feel like I may not be able to bear even the slightest bit of bad comments, even just a sarcastic remark.

Fortunately, her reply was: I am sorry to open your scars again. If possible, please give me a chance to make it up to you who are so brave. Maybe I can invite you to watch the sea together?

That was the most impulsive experience I’ve ever had, going to a strange city with a stranger and looking at the blue sea in the evening breeze. "