It started with a headline.
Big. Red. Loud.
"Xu Yinyin – Gold Digger? Shocking Family Member Speaks Out"
'She was always greedy. Used men. Lied about her past. The CEO is probably next.'
Below the headline:
An old, blurry photo of Yinyin as a teenager holding a plastic bag and looking tired.
The article went viral.
Zeyan threw his tablet across the room.
"Who did this?"
Yinyin, scrolling on her phone, just chewed her gum and shrugged.
"Who do you think? That cockroach uncle of mine. Probably got paid ₣1,000 and a meat pie."
"You're too calm."
"I'm plotting."
The Setup
Three days later, Xu Yinyin scheduled a sudden appearance on the most popular daytime talk show in China.
She wore white.
Elegant. Pure. Unbothered.
Her smile was soft.
But her eyes? Pure war.
The Interview Begins
"Mrs. Lu," the host began carefully, "some people say… you married for money."
Yinyin smiled sweetly. "Some people also say cucumbers cure cancer. Doesn't make it true."
The crowd laughed.
The host chuckled nervously. "Your uncle said you used men for personal gain."
Yinyin leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.
"Ah, yes. The uncle who took my parents' life insurance money.
The same one who refused to feed me unless I cleaned the toilet with a toothbrush.
He's quite the moral compass."
Dead silence.
"Want to know what I used to gain? Survival."
The room went still.
"And I'm not ashamed of that."
Then She Took Out the Screenshots
She reached into her bag and pulled out a folder.
"I brought receipts."
The host blinked. "Real receipts?"
Yinyin opened it. On live TV.
• Bank transfers from her uncle to known gossip blogs
• Messages begging her for money just last week
• A photo of him wearing fake designer shoes while claiming to be "rich and connected"
The crowd gasped.
She leaned into the mic.
"Dear Uncle: I hope you see this.
Because next time you want to destroy me—make sure I don't have WiFi and free time."
The Internet Reaction? Explosive.
Hashtags exploded:
#QueenYinyin
#ReceiptsAndRevenge
#CEOwifeBurnedHimAlive
#ExpiredNoodlesUncle
Memes rolled out within minutes.
One was a side-by-side of her uncle's blurry face and a literal cockroach.
Another:
"Xu Yinyin didn't just clear her name…
She deep-cleaned it, sanitized it, and lit incense."
Back at Home
Zeyan was waiting by the window when she returned.
He handed her a drink.
"You're terrifying," he muttered.
She grinned. "Thanks, husband."
Pause.
He stared at her.
Then said quietly, "You didn't have to fight alone, you know."
She blinked.
Softened.
Then she smirked.
"You're cute when you're sentimental. Want to make out?"
"…Shut up."
But he didn't walk away.
And she didn't stop smiling.