novelraw Chapter 693 - 667: Is This Even Possible?
Chapter 693 - 667: Is This Even Possible?
The next day, Yu Minglang helplessly discovered 100 yuan in his pocket, along with a note from his wife.
In light of your excellent service, you offset your two strong efforts, and here’s an extra 100 yuan, keep up the good work and perform well.
When Yu Minglang saw this note, he nearly rushed back to prove himself again, if time allowed.
Qian, feeling refreshed, went to school; bullying Xiaoqiang is her specialty~
In the afternoon, there were no classes, so Qian returned home, where she lived with Liumei. Xiaoqiang had mentioned this morning that he would be on a business trip for a week and told her to stay home obediently because the culprit molesting women in Lishi had not yet been caught. Yu Minglang specifically instructed Qian not to go out at night and to take Liumei with her if she had to go out.
When Qian arrived home, she found there were already guests there. A portrait artist from the city bureau, sent by Yu Minglang, was sitting on the sofa with Liumei. Liumei said, "The girl is drawing."
It was already taking shape. Qian walked over and took a look; it was a very young face, looking about 20 years old.
"Make the eyes a bit bigger."
"Like this?" The artist adjusted it, and Liumei nodded.
When Liumei acted bravely the day before, she managed to get a good look at the man’s face despite the dim park lighting.
"This looks about right."
"Thank you for cooperating with us. We’ll go back and check our database to see if we can find a matching suspect."
After expressing her gratitude, the girl left, and Liumei asked Qian.
"Sister-in-law, this menace has harmed so many people, why haven’t more people reported it?" She had just spoken with the artist for a bit, and it seemed that only three people had reported it. However, other eyewitnesses like Liumei had come forward, saying they saw the act, but the victims refused to report it, leaving them helpless.
"I discussed this with Narcissus before. This is how the social environment is; sometimes the cost of reporting is greater than not reporting, and many people add secondary damage to the victims with their self-righteous ’saintly’ attitudes during the ordeal. But I’m really curious, who would have such a heavy taste, not even sparing older women?"
Qian pulled out the black-framed glasses from her bag, her mind thinking of the principal’s face.
People should be a bit kinder and not take pleasure in the misfortune of others, because you never know when that misfortune will come upon you.
It seems that the principal doesn’t plan to report it.
Qian reached out to Weiwei for a test, and the results were satisfying. Weiwei was currently stable, and her recovery was progressing as Qian had anticipated. Seeing the good weather, she had Ye Xiaoyu take Weiwei to the beach for a swim and sunbathing, believing that the sunshine and exercise could drive away the black dog in her heart.
She didn’t go with them, instead, she stayed cozy in her bed for a nap, sleeping beautifully all afternoon until the early evening when she woke up to the smell of burning paper at home.
"Meizi, what are you burning?" Qian followed the smell to the bathroom, where she saw Liumei stuffing burning newspapers into the toilet.
"I’m so angry! What kind of nonsense is written here? Luckily, I saw it first; if Weiwei sees it, she’ll be so upset! Sister-in-law, do these journalists have crap for brains, writing nonsense! They even dared to say our Weiwei is a troubled teenager, always at odds with her adoptive father, misbehaving at school, then got disciplined by her adoptive father. Even though no names were used, the nickname clearly pointed to Weiwei!"
At this time, the internet wasn’t as crazy with information as it would be a decade later, and traditional media like newspapers still served as a voice-piece. Such misleading content had been published, and although it was just a tiny column, it was still detrimental to Weiwei’s case.
Qian patted her, "Why are you so worked up? Let them write what they want."
This kind of thing didn’t surprise Qian at all. She had already heard about the principal’s plan during her meal with Narcissus. Although Mr. Ye was hospitalized after being bitten by a dog, he and Lv Zhi were constantly quarreling and on the brink of divorce.
But dumping the blame onto Weiwei was something pre-planned, with connections established, including witnesses at the school and media reporters—all sorted out beforehand.
So even though Mr. Ye was getting his just deserts, Lv Zhi was holding a grudge wanting to divorce him, and the principal got molested last night, the long-planned news still got out on the paper.
Despite the small column space and the few hundred words, it was backed by a web of connections and financial dealings. Without Qian, poor Weiwei would have been trapped.
Qian had already devised a response, so she wasn’t anxious, but Liumei was infuriated.
"You didn’t see how irresponsible the news was, describing Weiwei so badly, while portraying the school and parents as well-meaning. I find the media spineless, like a fickle girl who dresses up for whoever pays, saying whatever suits them. The onlookers know nothing and follow blindly! Especially the school’s statement angered me, claiming Weiwei holds grudges over trivial matters and her relationship with the opposite sex is abnormal. It implies that those with depression deserved it, oh my god!"
Liumei gestured angrily.
"There is no way to truly empathize with a wound; they aren’t victims themselves, just standing by and making mindless judgments. If they spent a day with Weiwei, they’d see how wonderful and cute she is! I wish I could beat up everyone who bullied her! I wonder if they’d still act so self-righteous if they experienced what Weiwei did!"
"The impact on adult women and minors from being violated is not the same; while both suffer psychological harm, the impact on minors is greater. I’ll tell you a psychological phenomenon you probably don’t know. Do you know why many adult women don’t report when violated?"
Qian thought of the principal, who wouldn’t report no matter what.
"Afraid of losing face? Afraid of being criticized?" Liumei could only come up with these reasons.
"That’s just part of the reason. Some married women feel a peculiar pleasure when violently violated. Their minds resist it, but their bodies respond to primal instincts. This multiplied sense of shame makes them reluctant to report. In a case I recall, the perpetrator defended himself by saying the victim felt pleasure and therefore he shouldn’t be guilty, but of course, his defense failed and he was convicted."
"Oh my... God!" Liumei’s understanding was shattered. "Is that possible? Isn’t this a trope in CEO novels where someone says no but their body is honest? Is it real?"
"It’s merely the body’s most natural response, yet some scumbags use it as a source of bragging, having nothing to do with reason.