Chapter 3

Hearing this, my hands trembled with anger.

This video is totally misleading and full of lies!

The woman who filmed it was right there at the scene-how could she lie so blatantly?

I immediately took out my phone and posted the real situation as my dad had explained it. I tagged the relevant topic and used all my savings to promote the post.

Then, I commented under the media account:

"Spreading rumors has legal consequences!"

"You don't know the truth, so why are you insulting others so recklessly?"

"If it were your family, your father, would you spread lies and wish him dead without knowing the truth?"

Because there had been many rumor reversals before, some netizens gradually noticed my profile and my comments, and they upvoted my post.

"Let's wait and see..."

"Could there be more to this story?"

"Is this really the child of the person involved?"

"It does seem strange. Look at the original video; the bystanders were smiling as they walked away from the young man being beaten."

I then privately messaged the media account:

"I'm giving you one last chance. Delete this content and apologize, or I'll take legal action."

To my surprise, she replied:

"Hah, since you're so worked up, let me give you some advice."

"Do you think anyone cares about the truth? People are just looking for some spice in their boring lives. If you have the guts, let the authorities come after me. I'll just issue a retraction, and that'll be the end of it."

"Kid, don't be so naive. Think of this as a free lesson from someone more experienced. You're welcome."

Before I could respond, she blocked me. Then she posted in the comments section:

"Word on the street is that the old man has some connections and even paid to clean up his image. Everyone, make your own judgment."

Not only was she unafraid, but she also provoked further, trying to incite people to dig up dirt on my dad. I felt a shiver down my spine. I knew she was of poor character, but I didn't expect her to be so brazen,

continuing her malicious guidance even after being confronted. The next morning, I took my dad to the police station to report the incident.

The police said it would take some time to verify the truth, but they also warned us to be prepared. Since my dad had struck first, he might face criminal charges if the other party pursued it.

My dad hesitated, worried that a criminal record would ruin my future job prospects.

.. "Dad!

We should take responsibility for what we've done wrong, but we must never compromise on what we haven't done!"

My dad looked regretful, but finally, under my insistence, he nodded.

I then posted a video on the platform showing that we had reported the incident to the police. Many media accounts started deleting the related content one after another.

However, the person who initially mocked me continued to act recklessly, posting several more videos about my dad.

She probably thought that since nothing happened with the previous videos, this one wouldn't matter either.

I borrowed several accounts from friends to message her, asking her to delete the content.

But she thought I was just impotently raging.

"Didn't you go to the police? If you had any real influence, why are you still bothering me? Hah, maybe your dad isn't just a thug but also a pervert or a peeping Tom!"

She then edited and stitched together our private messages, posting them to make it look like I was threatening and harassing her,

claiming I had connections with high-ranking officials and wanted the police to arrest her.

She made herself out to be a hero for justice, exposing the truth, and being threatened by the real culprits.

She even pinned information about my family that netizens had dug up, including my university, major, and class.

Instantly, the declining attention surged back up.

People started throwing trash outside our house daily, and at night, some would knock on our door to curse and harass us.

Strangers spat at us on the street, telling us to drop dead.

My dorm room was vandalized, and they called me the child of a monster, saying I was a little monster myself.

The school even called, telling me to stay away from classes for now. I held back my anger:

"Why?! The police are investigating, and the truth is not what's being said online. Why can't I go to school?"