TRMP Chapter 89

Xie Jingshen always had a way of coaxing Jiang Yifeng until his heart softened.

Jiang Yifeng threw aside the phone that had been bothering him for days, stepped barefoot onto the bed, hugged his knees, rested his chin on them, and tilted his head to look in Xie Jingshen’s direction.

“I can handle it myself. I want to handle it well, then talk to you about it.”

“Then can you tell me how you handled it, Teacher Jiang?”

Xie Jingshen relaxed, resting his right hand on the table and supporting his face with his left, lifting his eyelids to look at Jiang Yifeng.

Xie Jingshen had been sending messages for days, wearing out his fingers with tenosynovitis. In order to process the messages in time, he had barely paid attention to the aftermath.

His daily motivation was the moment he turned on his phone and saw Jiang Yifeng sitting in front of the computer, working—he had stayed up with Jiang Yifeng until noon today to finish.

“I only know you solved it.”

Jiang Yifeng touched his nose.

He knew his methods weren’t entirely honorable, but after hesitating for a while, Jiang Yifeng still told Xie Jingshen everything.

He didn’t explain, but Xie Jingshen, having experienced so much, understood almost immediately.

Jiang Yifeng pinched the fingertips of his right hand with his left, his eyelashes trembling, looking like he was resigned to fate.

Xie Jingshen looked at Jiang Yifeng across from him without speaking.

His gaze traveled from Jiang Yifeng’s upturned, fluffy hair to his raven-like eyelashes, and from the tip of his nose to his pursed lips.

The poor little guy had hidden himself as thoroughly as possible, as if shrinking like that could prevent Xie Jingshen from hurting him with words.

But…

“You did great.” Xie Jingshen’s gaze melted into water: “Super amazing.”

“Don’t you think it was bad to do that?” Jiang Yifeng looked at Xie Jingshen in surprise: “Don’t you think it was too much?”

“Why too much? My darling is protecting himself, why too much?”

Others had bullied him first before Jiang Yifeng took action.

If everyone apologized when they made mistakes, if marketing accounts and influential bloggers checked the facts before spreading information, then they wouldn’t have become the target of abuse—perhaps this violence wouldn’t have happened.

Xie Jingshen looked at Jiang Yifeng, and thought that the way he protected himself was like a kitten. Gentle stroking would earn the kitten’s licks, but attempts to harm him would only be met with claws.

And this kitten clearly only showed its belly to him alone.

Xie Jingshen’s teeth itched a little again. He pressed his tongue between his teeth, looking at Jiang Yifeng’s suddenly bright eyes, Xie Jingshen couldn’t help but grab the little doll beside him and pinch its hand hard.

“It’s not your fault.” Xie Jingshen’s eyes were filled with a smile.

His kitten wasn’t bad at all.

“Mm…” Jiang Yifeng could feel Xie Jingshen’s fingers pressing lightly on his fingertips, a tingling sensation spreading from his fingertips. Jiang Yifeng wanted to grab Xie Jingshen, but only caught a handful of air.

He looked up at Xie Jingshen, watching Xie Jingshen gaze at him quietly, and Jiang Yifeng said softly, “Xie Jingshen, I miss you so much.”

“Me too.” Xie Jingshen pressed the little doll to his chest, he shook the doll, and a few hints of difficulty appeared in his eyes: “This doll… seems to be getting lint from being rubbed by me recently.”

“Then how many times have you rubbed it?” Jiang Yifeng couldn’t help but laugh.

Xie Jingshen squinted at Jiang Yifeng: “If I had a real doll to rub, I wouldn’t rub a fake one.”

Jiang Yifeng’s eyes trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but his back was against the wall, and there was no room to hide.

His gaze fell on Xie Jingshen, a gasp escaping from his nose, his eyelashes trembling wildly, and after a long while, he said angrily, “You… you know I don’t have that anymore.”

Jiang Yifeng was a little anxious when he said this.

After all, no man could calmly accept being physically castrated.

“It’s okay, we won’t do it.” Xie Jingshen licked his lips, he could only try to cross his legs and try to calm the gradually rising desire. “I just want to hug you.”

The aggressiveness in his eyes was so strong that Jiang Yifeng had to avoid his gaze. He lifted his eyelids to look at Xie Jingshen, and felt the empty but hot temperature of his fingertips. Jiang Yifeng’s fingers trembled, and the next moment he compromised: “Then I’ll see if there’s anything left to do…”

Jiang Yifeng said this, but his heart was no longer on his work.

His heart had already flown with Xie Jingshen to another world.

This social event that had stirred up the entire internet had entered its final stage. The netizens’ scolding and anger were still continuing, but the overall tone had been set—the moment hundreds of former donors came forward to testify for him, the “Jiang Yifeng fraud” event had been completely nailed down.

Jiang Yifeng had changed from a money-grabbing swindler to a pitiful child who worked hard to repay his debts.

He childishly chose to drop out of school to work in order to earn money as soon as possible to pay off his debts. He frankly stated that he entered the entertainment industry to earn more money to repay his debts. He would look for part-time jobs online when he didn’t have work, and he would also deliver food and work as an extra offline. He was a small star in the entertainment industry, but he was also a real and distressing person.

Jiang Yifeng’s original fans fell in love with him again the moment they saw the truth. They already had a fan filter for Jiang Yifeng, coupled with his miserable and stubborn experience, and the fans almost cried uncontrollably for Jiang Yifeng.

After a few days of fighting, the passers-by naturally had a complex emotion of guilt and pity towards Jiang Yifeng, and the number of Jiang Yifeng’s fans also increased sharply.

However, the Ocean Media’s professional fans were particularly embarrassed at this time—

Even if Jiang Yifeng’s casual fans were scolding Jiang Yifeng in the past few days, even if Jiang Yifeng released the evidence, they didn’t stop, but the casual fans only needed to delete a few Weibo posts and change their names, and they would be loyal fans who had seen through the black fans’ conspiracy long ago.

But it was impossible for professional fans to turn around with hundreds of thousands of fans.

“Other people’s big fans are helping to spread and interpret after the idol clarifies, but you are scolding him for whitewashing.”

“I used to say that I gathered together because I liked Jiang Yifeng, but as soon as something happened, I believed the black fans without even checking. Who would dare to let you be a fan?”

Jiang Yifeng’s fans gathered in the comment area of ​​the professional fans and scolded them. The Dinghaishenzhen, which Ocean Media set up among the fans to guide the fans, also collapsed.

They almost lost the ability to control the direction of their star’s fan circle.

The video accounts that used to gain popularity on the entire network have turned completely. Two days ago, they were still analyzing the inferior roots in Jiang Yifeng’s human nature, but in the past two days, they have been posting videos similar to “Seeing the glory of human nature through Jiang Yifeng.”

And the netizens, who were already turbid and had no direction, turned their attention to those donors who came forward.

“Why didn’t you come out earlier? Why didn’t you come out to clarify when the fraud was first hyped up? You only spoke after Jiang Yifeng released the evidence. Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Now that the money has been paid back, don’t use the name of donation, okay? Aren’t you ashamed?”

The scolding started again.

However, Jiang Yifeng did not silently watch them tear each other apart this time.

[Six years ago, thank you for using your kindness to support me and my father through the last part of our journey.]

[I always feel that my life is lucky. When my father’s condition worsened, I could meet doctors who were willing to actively help me find treatment plans, and I could also meet you who were willing to trust me unconditionally. That donation allowed me to get through the most difficult time in my life.]

[Thank you for your kindness.]

The picture accompanying this Weibo post was a hand making a V sign, with the index finger and middle finger sandwiching the sun between the fingers, allowing the jumping golden light to pass through the fingers, dazzling like hope.

The originally irritable emotions seemed to be soothed.

Jiang Yifeng calmed the anger directed at the donors.

And his last response put an end to this incident.