rpbooks Chapter 57 You Asked for a Hammer and You Got It! So This Is the Real White Lotus You Are
Chapter 57 You Asked for a Hammer and You Got It! So This Is the Real White Lotus You Are
The Weibo server has once again experienced its darkest moment in its "systemic" development.
Lin Zhou's Weibo post, which consisted of only a single word "Heh" but included nine high-definition long images, was like a powerful depth charge, turning the already murky pond of public opinion upside down.
What does "asking for a hammer and getting a hammer" mean?
This is!
One second, netizens were wiping away tears while reading Chu Yuwei's short essay filled with youthful angst, lamenting, "Things have changed, and everything is over."
The next second, Lin Zhou's screenshot was like a resounding slap in the face to all those with overflowing "saintly hearts".
First picture: Lin Zhou humbly proposes to Chu Yuwei, who refuses with "studying is the priority," but then goes to karaoke with someone else.
The third picture shows Lin Zhou's family falling on hard times and him wanting to borrow 500 yuan for food. Chu Yuwei replied, "I'm getting my nails done and don't have time to transfer the money. You'll have to ask someone else."
Fifth picture: Chu Yuwei posted on her WeChat Moments showing off the latest phone given to her by her backup boyfriend, with the caption "Someone still understands me." Lin Zhou liked the post, but she immediately deleted the comment and blocked him for three days.
Each screenshot is a blood-soaked and tearful "history of the suffering of a simp".
Every reply vividly portrays Chu Yuwei's snobbish, materialistic, and manipulative "green tea" nature.
silence.
After a deathly silence, the entire internet erupted in outrage.
"Holy crap! My worldview has been shattered! This isn't a pure, innocent love; she's clearly a heartless monster!"
"I'm getting my nails done, I don't have time to transfer money? Listen to that! Is that even human? People are starving, and you're getting your nails done?"
"I'm disgusted! I actually felt sorry for her just now? How much water was in Lin Zhou's brain back then to have fallen for someone like her?"
"This isn't some kind of melodramatic youth literature, it's practically 'The Self-Cultivation of a Backup Lover'! Lin Zhou is so pitiful, really, it breaks my heart to see him like this."
Faced with irrefutable evidence, public opinion underwent a dramatic reversal in an instant.
Those fans who originally supported Chu Yuwei and called Lin Zhou a "Chen Shimei" now felt like their faces had been slapped.
Their proud "pure goddess" is actually like this in private?
Unfollowed! Turned against!
The hashtag #ChuYuweiGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry# has overwhelmingly surpassed #LinZhouSimpleLove# and jumped to the top of the trending topics list.
At this time.
Inside a high-end apartment in Beijing.
"Snapped!"
With a sharp crack, the latest model phone was slammed onto the floor, its screen shattering into a spiderweb pattern.
Chu Yuwei slumped on the sofa, her face ashen, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
It’s over.
It's all over.
She stared at the overwhelming barrage of insults on her tablet, watching her Weibo followers plummet by thousands per second, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
The agent kept calling, and I knew without even answering that he was yelling.
Endorsement contract terminations, production crew returns, breach of contract penalty claims...
Her carefully cultivated public image, built up over several years, completely collapsed at this moment.
"Lin Zhou... how cruel you are!"
Chu Yuwei gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, her makeup smudged, making her look ferocious and terrifying. "You actually kept chat logs from seven years ago? You actually tried to destroy me for that woman?"
She just couldn't understand it.
How could Lin Zhou, who didn't even dare to speak loudly to her back then, have become so resolute and cold-hearted?
……
Peach Blossom Village, Room 4.
While the outside world is engulfed in floods, this place remains peaceful (on the surface).
Lin Zhou hummed "Good Luck" as he wielded a cleaver, blanching the shredded potatoes.
When you're in a good mood, everything looks pleasing to the eye.
That scheming ex has finally calmed down. He's given the original owner an explanation and even managed to win over his wife.
That's killing two birds with one stone, perfect!
"Honey, would you like your shredded potatoes spicy and sour or stir-fried with vinegar?"
Without turning his head, Lin Zhou asked in a light, almost floating tone, "I recommend spicy and sour, it'll whet your appetite!"
however.
There was no response from Su Qingge behind him.
There was only a chilling, deathly silence, accompanied by an ever-decreasing air pressure.
Lin Zhou paused in his chopping.
Not right.
This murderous aura... how come it's even stronger than that 999 slash from before?
He turned off the stove and carefully turned around.
Su Qingge was sitting at the dining table, holding his old phone, the screen still showing screenshots of chat logs.
She didn't read the comments that were criticizing Chu Yuwei, nor did she pay attention to the reversal of events across the internet.
Her gaze was fixed on the screenshot of the text Lin Zhou sent to Chu Yuwei.
"Wife?"
Lin Zhou swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Have you finished watching? Did you feel relieved? That woman is..."
"Lin Zhou".
Su Qingge slowly raised her head.
Those beautiful phoenix eyes held neither relief nor sympathy; instead, they flickered with two eerie flames.
That's... vinegar fire.
"Your writing is quite good!"
Su Qingge waved her phone, a chilling smirk playing on her lips, her voice so soft it sounded like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth:
"You are the clouds and mist of April, the light shattered in the Milky Way?"
"'As long as you turn around, I'll always be behind you'?"
"And this line—'I'll write poems for you, freeze time for you, and do the impossible for you'?"
With each sentence he read, Lin Zhou's face paled a little more.
What the hell!
Great!
They were so focused on exposing the scheming woman that they forgot to censor all the cheesy, mushy love lines from the original owner!
This isn't a chat log, it's a compilation of "simp diaries"!
"Um... honey, let me explain..."
Cold sweat instantly beaded on Lin Zhou's forehead. His survival instincts made him instinctively shrink back. "That was all youthful ignorance! Those were copied lyrics! I didn't write them!"
"Yeah?"
Su Qingge stood up, holding her phone, and pressed closer step by step. Her high heels made a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the cement floor, and every step felt like stepping on Lin Zhou's heart.
"Could someone so young and naive write with such deep emotion?"
"How can you copy song lyrics so easily?"
She walked up to Lin Zhou, shoved her phone against his nose, her eyes gleaming with a wronged red light, and her voice suddenly rose:
"We've been married for seven years, have you ever written me a single poem?"
"Have you ever sent me such a long essay before?"
"Lin Zhou! You were actually so good to that woman! You were such a pathetic simp!"
Su Qingge became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and more and more bitter as she thought about it.
She wasn't angry that Lin Zhou had liked someone else before; she was angry that that person was such a jerk, yet had once received such unconditional and heartfelt love from Lin Zhou!
And what about her?
There was only a cold, hard marriage contract and seven years of mutual respect.
Even though Lin Zhou is good to her now, that youthful passion of "unwavering until death" is ultimately given to someone else.
This is worse than swallowing a fly!
"I……"
Lin Zhou was speechless and unable to defend himself.
This was the stupid thing the original owner did, why should I take the blame?!
"Speechless now, huh?"
Su Qingge took a deep breath and slammed her phone on the table, making a loud noise.
With her hands on her hips, her aloof diva demeanor completely crumbled. Like a jealous wife who had spilled a jar of vinegar, she pointed at Lin Zhou's nose and posed a soul-searching question:
"Tell me! Besides her, how many other people have you written these cheesy love poems for?"
"Do all your 'female confidantes' have one of these songs?"
"If you don't give me a clear explanation today, you can forget about eating this meal!"