Chapter 197: Do we still need to contact the moderator to delete the post?

Xu Yanfeng received the message while he was in a meeting at Xu Shi Zongbu; the post-holiday meeting was very important, with all management present, dozens of people, the CEO and the Deputy General Manager all fully prepared and on high alert. This was because Xu Guanshan was seated at the head of the table.

Xu Guanshan wore a well-tailored business suit, his demeanor steady as a mountain, a pair of eagle eyes that seemed to see through everyone present. A frown or a narrowed gaze could make the speaker break out in a cold sweat, doubting whether they had misspoken.

The air in the meeting room was frozen.

Xu Yanfeng had set his phone to silent early on, but the screen lit up several times in succession; while listening to the meeting, he checked the messages.

That screenshot made his pupils contract sharply and his breath hitch.

Without changing his expression, he took his phone under the meeting table, one hand loosely clasped, the back of his fingers resting on his chin, feigning attentiveness while his eyes dropped to the screen, typing with one hand: "Do you know the forum moderator? Contact the moderator to delete the post."

Chen Mian didn't know he was in a meeting: "Should I tell Xia Xi, junior, so she can be prepared?"

Xu Yanfeng: "Don't tell her yet."

Seeing such a post would only cause her trouble; it serves no other purpose.

Chen Mian: "Okay, I'll ask someone."

Xu Yanfeng: "As soon as possible."

Xu Guanshan's gaze swept over Xu Yanfeng's face several times, seeing through his disguise, his brows furrowing into a river‑like shape, his broad face full of authority.

The attendees felt the chairman's aura, not daring to breathe heavily; the speaker also panicked, his voice pausing subtly for a second or two before continuing.

Xu Yanfeng put his phone back on the meeting table, only then noticing the atmosphere in the room was odd, even more tense than before. He glanced toward the source of the low pressure, meeting Xu Guanshan's sharp eyes; his expression remained completely calm, revealing no personal emotion.

Half an hour had passed since the post was made, many had seen it, and some comments had appeared below.

"Is this about XX? Are there any other campus belles at Nan Da?"

"It's her, right? Although the photo is mosaicked."

"Holy shit, I can't tell how she's seducing men, but I can smell the sourness emanating from the original poster's words."

"What can you see in that photo? Isn't it just a girl in pajamas standing outside the door, with maybe a guy inside, and you caught a glimpse of clothing? So what?"

"It feels like we've stumbled onto a big scandal; doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

"Upstairs, how do you know the guy in the room isn't her boyfriend? Spreading rumors requires evidence, okay?"

"If the original poster is male, I reasonably suspect it's unrequited love turning to hatred, fabricating rumors to cause trouble, deliberately smearing her. If the original poster is female, hating XX so much, I can't help but think you're secretly in love with her boyfriend to the point of obsession. I lean toward the latter, because the tone is really overly dramatic, dddd."

"It's unnecessary, really unnecessary."

Probably seeing that the tide had turned, few people actually criticized Xia Xi; the original poster picked a comment to reply to, trying to stir things up—no other meaning, just suddenly realizing her demeanor didn't match that of a cold goddess; privately she's very flirtatious and good at seducing, who knows how many people she's been with, her boyfriend likely deceived by her appearance; posting this is meant to tell everyone to open their eyes and not view people through a filter.

The original poster's reply indeed served to set the tone, the discussion below grew increasingly heated, looking like it would exceed a hundred posts.

"I've long thought she's a bit pretentious."

"She relies on her looks to cause trouble, and she's indeed pretty."

"Just waiting for them to break up."

"Do you think they look like they'll last? It's just playing around. Too bad, that one is perfect in every way, but his taste in partners is poor—shows how important appearance still is."

Still, a portion of people firmly believe Xia Xi is not like that; most of them have interacted with her and know her character.

"Having read all this, I'm shocked—are these really students from our school? They look like they've never attended school. (Sorry, I'm not attacking those who haven't attended school; I'm only targeting those upstairs making malicious guesses.)"

"I'm also shocked; those who don't know might think XX committed murder and arson."

"Not to mention, those upstairs probably have a grudge against her!"

"Right, right, right, Xu Yanfeng has poor judgment, your eyesight is the best in the world, why haven't you achieved anything big? Could it be because you don't have a family background like theirs? (I'll mention the big name, is it okay to say… then flee.)"

"The poor beauty, my sympathy. Also, she never claimed to be a cold goddess; didn't you all label her as such?"

"If this is a mix-up, I can already imagine how embarrassed you'd be."

"I'm from the Student Union; last time I was in charge of posting promotional flyers for an event, wearing a short skirt, when an off-campus male student secretly took a photo up my skirt, it was she who flew over and threw a baseball cap that hit his wrist, only then did I realize I'd been photographed. I guarantee with my integrity, she is absolutely not as the original poster claims; no matter how much grudge the original poster holds, smearing a female student like this. By the way, spreading rumors is illegal. I'm from the Law School. 【smile】【smile】"

Chen Mian sent a private message to the forum moderator, waited a long time with no reply, after several twists and turns finally obtained the moderator's contact information, but it was already too late—the post had gone viral and reached Xia Xi's ears.

Zhao Lei was the first to see it, so angry she cursed loudly in the stairwell lecture hall.

Fortunately, it was during class break, so it didn't draw too much attention.

Xia Xi used Zhao Lei's phone to view the post's content and the comments below; it was impossible for her not to be angry, she took several deep breaths, logged into the forum she hadn't visited in a while, using the account nicknamed "Xia Xi" to publicly rebuke the poster.

Xia Xi: "Can't you stop with the female rivalry? The person in the room is my boyfriend; whether I seduce my boyfriend is none of your business. What kind of person stalks others late at night? Got it, a sewer rat."

"Well done."

"I'm in awe."

"Front-row spectators."

"I said the person in the room is Xu Yanfeng!"

"Indeed, how she gets along with her boyfriend is nobody else's business; the original poster really is meddling."

"I'll bet that if the original poster doesn't like Xu Yanfeng, I'll take off my head and use it as a ball to kick. This is treating Xia Xi as a love rival, right?"

Chen Mian saw this reply, almost throwing his phone away; before he could call the moderator, he first consulted Xu Yanfeng's opinion: "Do we still need to contact the moderator to delete the post? 【image】"

He took a screenshot of Xia Xi's rebuttal and sent it over.

After the meeting ended, the executives in suits left one by one; Xu Yanfeng remained seated, not moving, one hand closing his laptop lid, the other holding his phone to reply to Chen Mian's message.

Xu Yanfeng: "Forget it, not needed for now."

Xia Xi had already seen it; she surely had her own considerations, so he decided not to interfere. That line, "Whether I seduce my boyfriend is none of your business," made him involuntarily cough.

Xu Guanshan wore a stern face, deliberately passing by Xu Yanfeng's side, he tapped twice on the desk in front of him, using an unquestionable command tone: "Come to my office."

Xu Yanfeng stared, then promptly put away his phone, stood up, straightened his clothes, and followed Xu Guanshan's steps.

Xu Yanfeng guessed correctly—Xia Xi indeed had her own plan; she wasn't just going to retort once and call it a day.

The class bell rang, the professor walked up to the podium, the classroom fell silent; Xia Xi leaned against the back of a blue wooden chair and sent a message in the group: "Does anyone know the big shot from the Computer Science Department?"

Regarding the poster, she had a guess: the scene in the photo is easy to recognize—it was the homestay where Student Union members stayed during a group activity at Changyan Mountain over the National Day holiday, so the photographer must have been one of the participants.

She gets along well with everyone; the only ones she's had conflicts with are Cheng Manyi and Zhou Xiaoyu.

Xia Xi clicked into the original poster's homepage and browsed; they had posted some questions about freshman enrollment and military training—could it be Cheng Manyi?

Wang Qiuyu replied in the group: "I have a high school classmate who's in our school's Computer Science Department; I heard they're a top‑student expert. But we've never really kept in touch—what's up?"

Xia Xi: "I want to get someone to help check an IP."

Wang Qiuyu, determined: "I'll go ask. Not sure if they'll help."

Xia Xi: "Our Xiao Yu has a wide network—back then, even Xu Yanfeng's WeChat was obtained through Xiao Yu's fellow‑townsman's help."

Wang Qiuyu: "Pay attention in class—your notes are what sum up the final‑exam key points."

Wu Qinglu: "Xi Xi still jokes—shows a steady mindset, good, keep it up."

Zhao Lei: "That's right, our Xi Xi has always been V587."

Xia Xi: "……"