– CHINA SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM
As news of Lu Jingyan's hospitalization from the charity event in Chicago hit the internet, Weibo exploded.
*#LuJingyanAttacked*
*#LengXuanmoRushesToHospital*
*#WhoHurtOurPrincess*
Photos leaked from hospital staff—blurred but real—of Leng Xuanmo arriving at Saint Vincent Hospital in a frenzy, his coat hanging off one shoulder, eyes bloodshot. Another blurry shot showed Mei Xiaotong outside the ICU with a visibly distressed expression.
The netizens were furious.
#@YanyanBaby:* "What the actual hell happened at that event? How can someone be beaten that badly in a public place??"#
#@XuanJingSimp:* "Leng Xuanmo looked like a madman. Someone is going to pay for this."#
#@DramaFiend:* "Wait… wasn't this event full of elites? Why did no one help her?! Who were the women who did this?"#
#@SweetestLotus:* "I swear if this was about jealousy or social rivalry, heads better roll. Jingyan deserves better."#
#@TruthSeeker99:* "And where is the organizer's apology?? Chicago charity my ass."#
#@JingXuanShipper:* "Forget all of you, Leng Xuanmo looked like he'd burn the city down. He finally showed up when it mattered."#
COUNTRY F: LENG MANOR. PRIVATE FAMILY DINING ROOM
The room was tense. Madam Leng sat at the head of the table, clutching her cane, expression unreadable. Ning Ruomo stood beside her, calm but visibly shaken after reading the news online. Leng Yumo scrolled through her phone, hands trembling. Leng Meixuan had already broken a teacup out of anger.
"I should have been there," Meixuan muttered.
Madam Leng exhaled deeply. "We invited her into our world. And we let this happen."
"She's in the hospital. Surgery," Yumo whispered. "The net says her shoulder might not fully recover. All because some jealous socialites wanted to make a scene."
Ning Ruomo's voice was low but firm. "We need to send a statement. If we don't protect her now, there will be more of this."
Madam Leng nodded. "Make sure everyone knows—the Leng family stands behind Lu Jingyan. Whoever laid a hand on her will face consequences."
Meixuan stood. "I'll go to Chicago."
"No," said Madam Leng. "Xuanmo is already there. This time, let him fight for her."
COUNTRY C, MO MANOR
In the Mo family's private sitting room, Mo Tianyi stood with arms crossed while Hua Shu read through an article on her tablet.
"She was hospitalized?" Hua Shu said slowly, anger flashing in her eyes. "In the middle of a charity event, no less?"
Tianyi's expression was stormy. "I told her to keep her guard up. These people—those so-called 'elite ladies'—they're worse than tabloids."
"Did Xuanmo say anything?" Hua Shu asked.
He nodded. "He hasn't left the hospital."
Hua Shu leaned back. "Then he better not leave her side. Because if Jingyan calls me crying again, I'm flying to Chicago and slapping someone."
Mo Tianyi's jaw clenched. "I'll look into the families of the girls who did this. I don't care what circles they run in—someone *will* pay."
As more news trickled out, fan theories and investigations sparked.
#@InvestigativeLotus:* "Someone saw Li Man and Cheng Ciao near the bathroom that night."#
#@YumoQueen:* "Leng Yumo just unfollowed three people. Guess who?"#
#@XuanJingWeddingWhen:* "Petition for the Lengs to release a statement. Jingyan needs justice."#
#@MoFamStan:* "The Mo family already blocked out one gossip outlet from spreading rumors. Hua Shu is queen."#
#@AngryLotus:* "Honestly, what kind of monsters attack someone in a bathroom? Cowards. All of them."#
As the world turned its attention to Lu Jingyan's hospital bed, one thing became clear: the public was no longer watching from the sidelines. The gloves were off—and Lu Jingyan wasn't just fighting for recovery. She had an army now.