TRMP Chapter 88

Eighty something.

Several dozens, several hundreds, several thousands.

One next to another.

Thousands of accounts suddenly posted screenshots or proof of transactions showing Jiang Yifeng’s repayments at the same time.

Some only included relevant tags, while others shared their feelings upon receiving the repayment.

Jiang Yifeng stared blankly at the screen, at the rapidly increasing data, at the familiar IDs and people from six years ago.

“Such a large-scale release of evidence at the same time…” Guan Yiqiang was instantly dumbfounded. He subconsciously turned around and asked, “Did you guys contact other companies to reach out to them?”

“No, Haiyang Media completely washed their hands of it a few days ago, we personally don’t have that kind of channel to… and with so many people, how could we find them all?” Luo Qi was also stunned.

His mind was blank.

No one expected so many people to come forward and speak up for Jiang Yifeng.

[I once thought he was a scammer, and I even cursed him online. I thought that donation of only one hundred yuan was just a scammer I encountered in my life. The money wasn’t much, and I told myself at the time that I was paying for a lesson.]

[He returned the money on New Year’s Eve.]

[My family member was seriously ill, and I was distraught in the hospital. I borrowed from all my relatives, causing them to block me. I spent a desolate New Year’s Eve. The only sounds in the corridor were the moans of patients and the arguments of family members.]

[After he returned the money, he wished me a Happy New Year, which was the first blessing I received in the new year.]

[I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was delivering food outside. He could still see fireworks on the road, and he even took pictures of the fireworks for me to see.]

[He said thank you for lending him the money back then, allowing him and his father to spend his last days.]

[I remember that I cursed him, I didn’t dare to say it. I just told him, thank you for returning the money, I didn’t even dare to apologize to him.]

[My family member miraculously survived that serious illness, and whenever I encounter difficulties in the future, I will think of that New Year’s Eve night, when someone I once misunderstood and insulted was working hard to live.]

[My career is thriving, and seeing him being misunderstood again today, I know I should stand up.]

[I just want to say sorry to Jiang Yifeng, six years late.]

One of the blog posts had the highest number of likes and reposts.

In the accompanying picture under the blog post, Jiang Yifeng in the chat log posted several beautiful firework pictures. The silhouette in the shadows of the firework pictures were black rabbit ears.

Comments from passersby and fans were rising rapidly.

In each person’s screenshot, some accepted the money without question, some asked why there was more, some returned the interest, and some asked why he was hypocritically returning the money.

The only constant was that Jiang Yifeng always happily returned the money to them and thanked them for their help during his most difficult time.

Jiang Yifeng was never a fraud.

If before it was simply shifting the blame in order to absolve themselves of responsibility, now the passersby wholeheartedly felt sorry for Jiang Yifeng.

The unwillingness to admit fault, yet also feeling guilty, made it hard for them to breathe. In Jiang Yifeng’s homepage comment section, several voices of apology finally overwhelmed the comments like “XXX marketing account is still spreading rumors, shouldn’t these misleading marketing accounts be reported and banned soon?”

Jiang Yifeng browsed the comments in the comment section, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

His lowered eyes were full of tenderness, the corners of his lips were also upturned, and the scattered starlight in his eyes was like a dream.

Who wouldn’t want to hear an apology after being misunderstood?

Stepping on people’s hearts and scheming were all just ways to find a way to survive when forced to.

“I can’t think of any public relations company in the industry that can get so many people to come forward and apologize at the same time, and do it in such a short period of time, and also know who they are, determine their contact information, and persuade them to come forward and provide evidence… some of the bank statements need to be pulled from the bank.”

Guan Yiqiang’s brows were furrowed tightly.

But Jiang Yifeng smiled very happily.

The gloom in his eyes disappeared, and he took a big gulp of milk tea before comforting the two of them, “It’s okay, I know who it is, don’t worry about him…”

“Huh?” Luo Qi raised his head to look at Jiang Yifeng. He saw the familiar expression on Jiang Yifeng’s face and immediately thought of one person: “Is it Xie Jingshen?”

Jiang Yifeng didn’t answer. He waved his hand and quickly instructed with an impatient attitude: “There’s no need to respond anymore. Brother Luo, Brother Guan, thank you for helping me. I’m going back to catch up on some sleep, I haven’t slept for days.”

“I’m afraid you haven’t contacted Xie Jingshen for days.” Luo Qi looked expressionlessly at Jiang Yifeng’s blushing face, and then thought about Jiang Yifeng crossing his legs just now, his indifferent expression even revealing a hint of cruelty, Luo Qi felt like his expression was about to collapse.

“…” Jiang Yifeng licked his lips, a little shy after being called out by Luo Qi.

His eyes flickered, and he avoided eye contact, whispering, “I haven’t had a good rest in a long time.”

Guan Yiqiang: “…”

Luo Qi waved his hand helplessly, and Jiang Yifeng jumped up.

His heart was leaping, his heart was beating fast, and the swelling love almost burst his heart.

Jiang Yifeng’s palm carefully held his chest, as if wanting to hold a heart that was about to jump out of his chest.

He took a taxi home, and as soon as he entered the house, he called Xie Jingshen’s name.

However, as the transparent screen opened, Xie Jingshen was sitting at the table, his wrist placed opposite the doctor.

Jiang Yifeng was stunned.

“Xie Jingshen?”

Xie Jingshen’s gaze trembled.

He laboriously opened his phone with his left hand, then lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Yifeng.

“You have dark circles under your eyes.” Xie Jingshen’s voice was smiling.

Jiang Yifeng’s gaze focused on Xie Jingshen’s right hand. Xie Jingshen glanced at it, then smiled and said, “Tenosynovitis, it will be fine after massaging it.”

The doctor randomly squeezed the swelling on the palm of his hand downwards, Xie Jingshen’s gaze shifted, and then he handed his hand to the phone camera, “See, it’s already fine.”

Jiang Yifeng looked at the still trembling right hand, his gaze turned, and he immediately understood.

The doctor bandaged Xie Jingshen’s wrist and left.

As soon as he left, Xie Jingshen pushed the phone away and looked up at the person he hadn’t seen for days in the white frame.

He twisted his wrist, the dull pain making his arm movements not very flexible.

“Xie Jingshen, you helped me.” Jiang Yifeng said firmly.

Xie Jingshen revealed a slightly puzzled expression: “Helped with what?”

“Don’t lie to me, it’s only you.” Jiang Yifeng said confidently, his eyes drifting to Xie Jingshen’s right hand, “If it wasn’t you, how did you do it?”

Xie Jingshen leaned on the sofa, he held up his right hand, which was bandaged into a ball, and looked at Jiang Yifeng again. Xie Jingshen narrowed his eyes and his tone was suppressed with anger: “Jiang Yifeng, you didn’t tell me anything.”

Jiang Yifeng’s ear tips trembled.

He used to call him by his name, but this time he was calling him in a low voice, full of anger, and his ear tips were itchy.

Jiang Yifeng avoided eye contact, then lowered his head aggrievedly: “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“But if I knew, I would be even more worried.” Xie Jingshen said word by word. He looked at Jiang Yifeng’s drooping little head, seeing that his eyes were wet, Xie Jingshen couldn’t bear it, but he was still angry: “Aren’t lovers supposed to share things together? At least I can hug you when you’re sad.”

He couldn’t describe how he felt when he first learned everything.

While taking a break from busy work to open his phone and observe his treasure, he found that the other party was sitting in the office with a lost soul. Although he wasn’t crying, his eyes were full of broken emotions.

Xie Jingshen pieced together the cause and process of the whole thing from the words of others, and thinking about Jiang Yifeng’s past confession to him, Xie Jingshen guessed everything that happened.

How long Jiang Yifeng was silent, Xie Jingshen’s heart ached for that long.

He looked for the company’s public relations, but the solutions they gave were almost impossible to be practiced in another world – he felt the depth of the separation between the two worlds countless times in his inability, even when he wanted to help, he found that he could only give Jiang Yifeng a hug.

Xie Jingshen watched Jiang Yifeng lying on the bed, that beautiful little face couldn’t even manage a smile.

His chest was filled with stuffiness, so many malice and tricks in his mind, but they were all ineffective because of the separation between the worlds.

The system seemed to dislike that Xie Jingshen wasn’t uncomfortable enough, so he could see the progress of the matter on his phone every moment.

He could see the abuse from netizens, and see endorsements being terminated one after another.

He could also see that the TV series that had kept Jiang Yifeng working non-stop for more than three months was planning to kick out the unstable factor, and that unstable factor was his lover.

“I know the system can hear what I say, I can pay money, give rewards, buy things, anything, but I want the contact information and list of those donors.”

[You can only operate through your phone.]

The system finally compromised.

More than ten thousand accounts, more than ten thousand contact methods, more than ten thousand professions.

Xie Jingshen could directly contact the other party.

But he could only contact each person one by one.

So Xie Jingshen clumsily, for the first time, pretended to be a reporter and contacted various donors via private message.

[Hello, I am Zhou Wen, a reporter from Western Weekend. I would like to understand the specific situation of Jiang Yifeng’s donation six years ago and do first-hand news reports. We have discovered through internal news that you and him still had transaction records between your accounts after the donation. We plan to select the top 100 people among the donors as invited interviewees, and the invited interviewees will receive a 500 yuan editing fee. If your editing effect is very valuable, our editing fee can be increased to 1,000 yuan at our discretion. Are you willing to disclose relevant information?]

He used money as bait – the people who donated money six years ago had already entered society at this time. Most people making a living only needed to cooperate with a few interviews to get a 500 yuan reward, and no one would refuse.

In addition, Xie Jingshen added the prerequisite of 100 people, which formed a natural pressure in language. If they didn’t agree, once the number was full, there would be no more opportunities.

He sent more than ten thousand similar words, and thousands of people responded to him.

He used money to dangle them, and in the identity of Zhou Wen, a reporter from Western Weekend, he tricked that group of people into cooperating with relevant “news drafts” at the same time.

While Jiang Yifeng was sleeplessly sorting out evidence and discussing with Guan Yiqiang how to clarify, Xie Jingshen was also typing messages to each person, giving messages to one person after another.

And Zhou Wen of Western Weekend was the reporter who deliberately interviewed Jiang Kailu.

Not everyone would be tempted by the bait thrown by Xie Jingshen.

In the midst of the vigorous online war, in a corner of the Internet, some donors were denouncing Zhou Wen, a reporter from Western Weekend, for obtaining their bank statements and donation identities through improper means, causing their information to be leaked.

But Xie Jingshen didn’t intend to tell Jiang Yifeng all of his calculations.

He just looked at Jiang Yifeng and whispered with a wry smile: “Baby, at least let me hug you when you’re sad, okay?”

The author has something to say:

In Jiang Xiaofeng’s eyes, President Xie: A wronged golden retriever, warm and gentle.

In President Xie’s eyes, Jiang Xiaofeng: A wronged kitten that fell into the water, quietly licking its fur alone when injured.