Chapter 33

The matter was not resolved, and Qin Yan felt somewhat irritable.

She strode out of the hospital room before answering Lu Qianchuan's call.

"What is it?"

Perhaps because her tone was too terrible, Lu Qianchuan sensed her bad mood, and his habitually cold, hard voice softened by a few degrees.

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up, shall we go get the clothes together?"

Hearing about getting the clothes, Qin Yan was stunned; she hadn't expected him to be so attentive to her affairs, and her tone softened as well.

"I'm at the hospital. I can go get them myself."

"Why are you at the hospital? Are you not feeling well?"

Qin Yan was surprised; this was the first time someone had heard her mention a hospital and asked if she was unwell first.

"No, I came to the hospital to see Gu Shanshan. I originally wanted to find her to resolve some trouble, but I didn't succeed." Qin Yan sighed.

"At your wit's end? Treat me to dinner, and I will turn the tide for you."

"That's a bit cringey." Hearing the man's teasing tone, Qin Yan laughed out loud. "You've made me hungry. I'll stop by the supermarket on my way back to buy groceries; I'll cook today. If Mr. Lu can serve as my strategist, then it's a guaranteed win!"

"If you invite me to be your strategist, then Mrs. Lu has already won with her judgment."

Qin Yan knew he was teasing her on purpose, so she hung up, but her mood was indeed much better.

She looked up at the sky; although it was overcast, compared to rain, this was considered decent weather.

As she walked toward the subway entrance, she received another message from her assistant, along with several links.

She clicked to view them; it was Zhao Jie who had edited the recording of their phone call and posted it online, claiming that she was extremely arrogant and hateful, refusing to apologize after doing bad things, and even coming to threaten Su Jing, which was truly unbearable to her.

This further incited the anger of netizens, who wanted to expose her and make her receive the punishment she deserved.

The next few posts were from people claiming that she was just a left-behind child who grew up in the countryside without parents, raised by the village elders, and was very uncultured; it seemed she hadn't even taken the college entrance exam back then and had entered university directly, and no one knew what methods she had used.

There were also people claiming to be her former classmates, saying she was very vulgar and barbaric, looked down on everyone, was particularly difficult to get along with, and was very annoying.

A university classmate revealed that her grades in college were just average, yet she could always receive scholarships; it was rumored that she had a pretty good relationship with the teachers in the college, especially the male teachers.

Qin Yan couldn't bear to look anymore; these people were becoming more and more outrageous.

The assistant sent another message.

【Minister Qin, the situation is getting bigger and bigger now. Be careful on the road, don't get filmed.】

【Is this the so-called 'black-red is also red'? Am I famous now?】

Assistant: 【Don't be overly optimistic. Someone is deliberately smearing you and throwing mud at you. Once they start spreading sexual rumors, they want to destroy you. Minister Qin, be cautious. Why don't you go apologize and let the CEO come forward to help you?】

Qin Yan could hear the assistant's concern for her. She said thank you, put her phone away, and walked into the subway station.

It was rush hour, and the flow of people was huge.

Qin Yan finally squeezed in, only to notice quite a few people eyeing her with strange looks.

She pretended not to see them, leaned against the side of the carriage, and closed her eyes to rest.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of photos being taken. She opened her eyes and looked ahead; two men were holding phones pointed at her.

She turned to avoid the lens and pulled the hood of her down jacket over her head, wanting to cover her face.

The two men became even more arrogant, moving forward and shoving the lenses right at her face.

"This is the witch who poured paint on someone else. Everyone take a look, she's feeling guilty and wants to hide." One of the yellow-haired men said to his phone camera.

Qin Yan had nowhere to escape and was also getting a headache from the noise, so she took off her hat and looked at the two men.

"Please stop filming. I don't know you."

The yellow-haired man said, "You did such a disgusting thing, what's wrong with me filming you a couple of times? I have fans asking, 'Beauty, what's your price?'"

Qin Yan laughed in anger and said to everyone in the carriage, "Uncles, aunts, handsome men, and beautiful women, please help me bear witness. I don't know these two, but they suddenly started filming me secretly. To protect my personal privacy, I have no choice but to stop them from infringing upon my rights."

"... We all saw it!" Everyone in the carriage was staring at her, and someone shouted.

The other black-haired man noticed more and more people paying attention to them, and his vanity swelled. He pointed his camera at Qin Yan and said, "You woman really are thick-skinned. You are the one with corrupt morals who did something shameful. I am exposing you to get rid of a scourge for the people!"

The yellow-haired man continued, "Your personal privacy? You're just afraid that too many people will know and it will be hard for you to do business later!"

"Shouting nonsense here without any evidence. There are clear regulations in the subway station that wild dogs are not allowed on the train. How did you pass the security check?" Qin Yan rotated her ankle, stepped forward, and kicked the phone out of the yellow-haired man's hand.

Snap!

The phone fell to the ground, and she stepped on it.

"You bitch, are you looking for death!"

Seeing his phone under the woman's foot, the yellow-haired man rushed at her with a fierce expression, determined to beat her up, strip off her clothes, and let her know the consequences of angering them!

Qin Yan was not afraid at all. When the man reached out to grab her, she dodged calmly and grabbed the yellow-haired man's wrist.

Exerting force from her toes, the power was transmitted to her wrist. She gave a light twist, and in the noisy carriage, only a 'creak' was heard. Suddenly, everyone in the carriage held their breath.

There was the clattering sound of the tracks as the subway moved, and the man's painful wails.

"Ah!"

The man's arm had been dislocated.

He let his arm hang, his face ferocious.

"Whoa!"

A group of people quickly moved away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"Kill her!" He said to his friend, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat from the pain.

The black-haired man rushed at Qin Yan. Qin Yan used her backpack to block him, circled behind him, kicked the back of his knee with the tip of her high heel, and then kicked his heel with the heel of her shoe.

"Ah!"

The man also let out a miserable scream, kneeling on one leg; his leg seemed to have lost all sensation, and he couldn't stand up.

Qin Yan stepped back. "I can't accept such a big bow."

The two men knew they couldn't beat her. They looked at each other, pointed at Qin Yan in a rage, and shouted.

"Call the police! I want to call the police! You, you, this is murder!"

And so, at the next station, the police arrived.

Quite a few people surrounded them, waiting to watch the drama.

"She maliciously injured me and wants to take me to the hospital. I want her to pay 50,000 in medical expenses, otherwise, I will sue her for malicious injury!" The yellow-haired man, whose arm had been dislocated, pointed at Qin Yan and complained to the police.

The police inquired about the situation and learned that the two men had provoked Qin Yan first. Although the two men had struck first and deserved it,

their injuries were too severe, and Qin Yan also had the issue of excessive defense.

The police advised Qin Yan, "Miss Qin, their injuries are a bit heavy. How about you pay 1,000 yuan, and let's just let this matter go."

Qin Yan was irritable and didn't want to pay. She retorted, "They filmed me secretly first and struck first. I was completely acting in self-defense. Who knew they were so delicate, such weaklings!"

"Bitch, if you don't pay the 50,000, we won't let you off!"

The black-haired man sneered, as if being weak meant they were in the right. Now that they had the police backing them up, they weren't afraid anymore.