After his trembling fingers finally managed to click open the video, Luo Wei collapsed into the chair with a dull thud, unable to move for a long time.
It was exactly the same obscene video he had just received—same angle, same quality. Yet perhaps because of the sheer number of viewers, it felt even more humiliating and revolting than before.
They had actually uploaded it to the internet.
What kind of hatred did the other party have against him?
What terrified him even more was the endless stream of comments beneath the video.
"Download it fast! It'll be gone soon!"
"Hahaha, already saved. I'll DM anyone who wants it."
"I shared it in my friend group—first time in my life I've gotten this many likes and reposts!"
"Wow, is that the goddess Yun Fangze? Teacher Cang doesn't even compare. Those two men are unreal—this is basically an idol-level adult film."
"Uploader, I wish you peace and prosperity for life…"
The comments kept refreshing, one after another, without end.
The video had been online for nearly an hour already.
How many people had downloaded it? How many had reposted it?
He didn't dare imagine.
But he knew exactly what he had to do.
He immediately called his lawyer friend.
"King, I need a huge favor. Find a way to contact the senior management of Shangdu Space-Time, or hire a PR firm—whatever it takes. That video must be completely deleted. I'll cover all expenses. I want it gone immediately. Also, file a formal complaint with the cyber police in a lawyer's name, reporting it as obscene content and demanding an investigation into both the uploader and anyone who reposted it."
After a brief hesitation, he clenched his teeth and added, "Once that's done, I want you to go with me to report the case in person. Also help me track which accounts are still circulating the video. I will sue every last one of them."
He knew very well that even if the video was wiped from public platforms, countless people would still be secretly storing and sharing it. His scandal was already irreversible—three to five years might not be enough to erase it, let alone ten.
But from the very beginning, he had to show a hard-line stance.
No one was allowed to humiliate, threaten, or attack him with this video.
Although this went against the traditional idea that "family shame should not be made public," he had lived abroad for many years and was far more open-minded than most domestic netizens.
He would not collapse over this.
"I understand. I'll handle it immediately," King said, and hung up to take action.
Luo Wei remained seated in his room. He didn't eat breakfast, didn't step outside, didn't answer any other calls. He drank a little water and waited.
More than half an hour later, King called back.
"There's no need for me to intervene. The Yun family personally contacted Shangdu Space-Time. The video has already been taken down. They've traced the upload source and issued warnings to all users against downloading or reposting it, or they'll face lawsuits. Big accounts, forums, and social platforms are all urgently deleting related content. The Yun family's legal team has already sent lawyer's letters."
Luo Wei fell silent.
The Yun family's response was swift and overwhelming—like thunder crossing a thousand miles.
It made sense. Yun International was a major client of Shangdu Multimedia. Who would dare offend them?
"I don't think this has anything to do with you anymore," King said.
"No," Luo Wei replied firmly. "You're still coming with me to the police. Where are you? I'll pick you up."
"Report it? There's no need. With the Yun family involved, the video won't resurface."
"The Yun family has their position. I have mine. I won't let the bastard who secretly filmed this act so arrogantly."
"But the video has already spread widely. Even if you report it, we may never find the source."
"Whether we find him or not is one thing. Making my stance clear is another," Luo Wei said coldly. "Because it spread so widely, I need everyone to understand—I'm not someone they can trample on."
King sighed. "I admire your resolve. But why not go with your family? Wouldn't that carry more weight?"
The Luo family was also a powerful name. If they stepped in, the police would take it even more seriously.
Luo Wei hesitated, then said quietly, "I don't want to face my family—or my other friends. You're a lawyer, and you're my friend. I don't want to be laughed at."
King paused, then softened. "Alright."
At the Tiangong Building, in the chairman's office on the top floor, Gong Mou's mother closed the video with a frown.
"Cancel tomorrow night's dinner immediately," she told her secretary. "And don't arrange any meetings with the Yun family for the time being."
Watching such a video early in the morning had thoroughly ruined her mood.
She couldn't control Yun Fangze's behavior. All she could say was: walk too much at night, and you'll eventually meet a ghost.
Over the years, Yun Fangze had openly planned to marry her son while privately indulging herself. Naturally, she had always been dissatisfied with Yun Fangze's personal life. Yet at the same time, she acknowledged her talent and ambition, and understood that a marriage between the Gong and Yun families would benefit both sides.
Moreover, Yun Fangze had sworn that once married, she would be loyal.
So she had chosen to wait and observe.
But now, the video had completely torn off Yun Fangze's final disguise.
The Gong family could no longer accept her.
The secretary immediately contacted Yun Fangze's mother and canceled the dinner using a neutral excuse.
Mica, feeling both ashamed and uneasy, said little. After hanging up, she called Yun Fangze directly.
"How could you let this happen? What you do with men is your private business, but allowing someone to secretly film and leak such videos—this disgraces the Yun family and the Yun Group. I can't even face people anymore!"
Yun Fangze interrupted lazily, "Paris Hilton's video spread all over the world. Did the Hilton family collapse because of it? Why are you panicking?"
Mica choked, then snapped, "Do you really think the Gong family will still want you after this?"
Yun Fangze was silent for a moment. "I'll handle the matter with the Gong family myself. You don't need to worry."
"I'm not worried at all!" Mica said angrily. "As long as you don't drag the Yun family down with you, I don't care what you do. But because of your scandal, the Yun Group's stock price dropped five percent. The Gong family's matriarch even canceled dinner with me and stopped answering my calls. The family clearly won't help you with your plans involving Gong Mou anymore. If you insist on pursuing this marriage, at least don't provoke the Gong family further."
Yun Fangze responded calmly, "I understand. I'll handle it."
She hung up and asked her personal assistant, "What about David?"
"He checked out at five this morning and boarded a flight to Argentina an hour ago."
Yun Fangze sighed. She poured herself a glass of wine and stood by the window, gazing at the bustling city of Shangdu.
"Gong Mou," she murmured, "you really are ruthless. This move hurt more than one person."
David was clearly the "honey trap" Gong Mou had arranged—planting a hidden camera in her residence and fleeing immediately after the incident. As for Luo Wei, he had obviously been drugged and foolishly sneaked into her room, only to become another victim.
To be precise, Gong Mou had been exacting revenge.
An eye for an eye—one of Gong Mou's favorite tactics.
Only he would dare do something like this to her.
"As expected of the Gong heir," she smiled faintly, her eyes sharp.
"A truly fitting husband."