CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108; PAYING LU ZEYAN A VISIT 6

What she didn’t mention was that having three loyal operatives inside Lu Zeyan’s company would give her eyes and ears everywhere. Access to files, sensitive documents, and private conversations. They’d gather evidence and intelligence while Lu Zeyan remained blissfully ignorant, never suspecting the network forming right under his nose.

"Fine." He said it after a long pause, having apparently decided the PR benefits outweighed the risks. "I’ll arrange positions for them. But they need to prove themselves quickly. Any problems, any hint of trouble, and they’re gone immediately."

"Of course." Shuyin agreed immediately, gratitude flooding her voice. "Thank you so much, Zeyan. You have no idea what this means to me, to them."

She moved closer and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Light touch, non-threatening, but somehow electric with the chemistry she was deliberately creating through subtle pheromone manipulation and careful body language.

"You’re being so kind," she murmured, looking up at him through those jade eyes. "So generous with people you don’t even know. This is the man I fell in love with all those years ago. The man I remembered in that cell during the darkest nights. I knew you hadn’t really abandoned me. I knew you still cared somewhere deep down."

Lu Zeyan looked down at her, and for just a second, his carefully maintained mask slipped. She could see everything warring in his eyes, guilt versus desire, suspicion versus attraction, fear of consequences versus an ego that wanted desperately to believe he was the generous hero she was describing rather than the villain he actually was.

"I never stopped thinking about you," he said, and the lie was so smooth she almost admired it, almost respected the sheer audacity. "I just couldn’t visit. Couldn’t let anyone know I was working to free you behind the scenes. It would have compromised everything I was building, would have tipped off the people who framed you."

"I understand," Shuyin said softly.

They both knew she didn’t believe him. He knew she didn’t believe him. But they were committed to this performance now, had agreed to dance this elaborate lie together, and the show had to go on for both their sakes.

A sharp knock shattered the moment like breaking glass.

"Sir?" Feng Ting’s voice came through the door, urgent and stressed, carrying a note of barely controlled panic. "I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s an urgent situation. You need to see this right now."

Lu Zeyan’s face went hard, irritation flashing across his features. "I said no interruptions..."

"Sir, it’s about the case. Miss Shuyin’s conviction. There’s information spreading online. Evidence. It’s trending on every platform simultaneously."

Lu Zeyan went completely still, every muscle in his body tensing. "What kind of evidence?"

"You should probably just see it yourself, sir."

Shuyin turned away slightly, hiding her smile behind a curtain of dark hair.

Right on schedule.

The trap was closing around him like a fist, fingers tightening inexorably.

And Lu Zeyan didn’t even realize he was already caught, already struggling in a web he couldn’t see.

Lu Zeyan practically lunged for his computer, his previous composure completely shattered like dropped porcelain. His fingers flew across the keyboard with desperate speed, pulling up browser after browser as Feng Ting hovered nervously by the door like he was waiting for an explosion.

Shuyin stayed where she was, maintaining the picture of confused concern, but internally she was savoring every second of this unraveling.

"What the hell..." Lu Zeyan’s face drained of color as he stared at his screen, going from pale to grey to nearly white. "How did they... where did this come from?"

"Sir, it’s everywhere," Feng Ting said miserably, his voice carrying the weight of disaster. "Weibo, WeChat, every news aggregator and social platform. The legal forums are going absolutely crazy. Someone posted an entire evidence dump, court documents, financial records, witness testimonies, everything. It’s comprehensive and damning."

"That’s sealed evidence!" Lu Zeyan snapped, his voice rising with panic. "How did someone get access to...."

"I don’t know, sir. But it’s out there now, and it’s spreading like wildfire." Feng Ting pulled up his own phone, scrolling rapidly through screens.

"The hashtag:

# JusticeForShuyin is already trending. Number three nationally and climbing fast. People are calling for investigations into her conviction, into the Lu family, into....."

"Show me." Lu Zeyan’s voice had gone deadly quiet, the kind of quiet that came before storms.

Feng Ting approached carefully, like approaching a wild animal, and held out his phone. Lu Zeyan snatched it from his hand and started scrolling, his jaw getting tighter with each passing second, muscles working under the skin.

Shuyin could see the screen from where she stood, could make out the social media posts flying by, each one worse than the last:

"THREAD: How the Lu family destroyed an innocent woman and got away with it for weeks!"

"Just read the evidence dump on the Shuyin case. This is INSANE. She was clearly framed and everyone just looked the other way."

"Okay so let me get this straight, Lu Zeyan’s fiancée helps him build his career, then suddenly she’s convicted of crimes HE likely committed? And he hooks up with her SISTER two days later? This man is a sociopath."

"The offshore accounts trace back to LU ZEYAN not Shuyin. The prosecutors knew this. They buried it deliberately. This is corruption at the highest level and nobody’s talking about it."

"Remember when Grandmother Lin died right before the wedding? Yeah, the autopsy was rushed, the body was cremated in 24 hours, and the only ’evidence’ of poison came from testimony by servants who all received mysterious bonuses afterward. I AM SCREAMING."

"Everyone needs to see this evidence. Download it before they try to scrub it from the internet. This is how wealthy families destroy people and get away with it."

And then, the kicker, a video post that was racking up views by the thousands every second, the counter spinning so fast it was almost a blur.

Someone had compiled footage from the lobby, from security cameras that shouldn’t have been accessible to anyone outside the building, showing the whole confrontation.