Chapter 615 Reaping What One Sows (2)

[Indeed, appearances are deceiving; her face is so sharp and unpleasant!]

[I used to quite like her pure and charming face, but knowing her father’s unspeakable past now makes me feel utterly disgusted.]

[Still daring to deny it? Now that the paternity test results are out, let’s see how this ‘white lotus’ actress can keep up the act.]

[There are no parents in the world who are truly bad. No matter how much of a scoundrel or how detestable your father is, he is still the one who gave birth to you and raised you. Now that he is old, it is only natural for you to support him.]

[Exactly, not supporting one’s elderly father is filial impiety, deserving of divine retribution!]

[Filial piety is the foremost of all virtues. Someone who doesn't know how to be filial to their own father is not qualified to be a celebrity!]

Familiar rhetoric, familiar lines.

These keyboard warriors, who seemed eager to stir up trouble, were now attacking An Qiuyan the same way they had attacked Jiang Ling before. Their words were practically unchanged.

An Qiuyan had set out to use Jiang Ling’s background to disgust her. Karma is a cycle, and retribution is swift. Now, she was reaping what she sowed.

Despite the keyboard warriors’ strong moralistic pressure, there were also netizens with a semblance of justice who stood by An Qiuyan and offered defense.

[The truth of the matter hasn't surfaced yet, so it's difficult for us to jump to conclusions.]

[In this era of self-media, many trending events that explode on the hot search turn out to have twists and turns. Perpetrators become victims, and so-called pitiable victims might actually be those who brought it upon themselves, the guilty crying ‘stop thief’.]

[Yes, speaking of recent events, just take Jiang Ling's situation not long ago. Her biological mother cried rivers of tears, accusing her of being unfilial and disregarding her younger brother’s life. At that time, a crowd was cursing her, but what was the outcome? Jiang Ling was the pitiable one who was abandoned.]

[An Qiuyan’s refusal to support her biological father might have reasons behind it similar to Jiang Ling's.]

[If that’s the case, since An Qiuyan didn’t receive any child support from him, she naturally has no obligation to support him.]

[Jiang Ling is Jiang Ling, and An Qiuyan is An Qiuyan. It’s impossible for the exact same thing to happen. However, An Qiuyan’s staunch refusal to acknowledge An Wuyan very likely means her father was too much of a scoundrel and did something wrong to her and her mother.]

[Then what are we waiting for? Let’s dig into it, hahaha, more gossip to chew on.]

[Yes, we must find out the truth, lest we wrong a good person. Jiang Ling was wronged, and she still has so many fans supporting her. An Qiuyan doesn’t have that many supporters. If her mental state collapses and she has a moment of despair, aren’t we murderers?]

A group of rational netizens engaged in lively discussion, all believing that the truth behind the situation had to be unearthed to prevent harming the innocent.

Jian Zhou observed the online stir. Seeing so many enthusiastic netizens, who had previously wronged Jiang Ling and didn't want to wrongly accuse another good person, busying themselves with pursuing the truth, he let out a cold laugh. "You want the truth? No problem, the melon is ripe. Enjoy it."

With the help of a few omnipotent internet gurus, the gossiping crowd quickly uncovered the truth of those years.

However, the outcome stunned everyone.

It turned out that An Qiuyan’s parents had not come together through a normal romantic relationship.

Before they even met, An Father was already married to the only daughter of a clothing factory owner, a match made in heaven.

Later, during a wild night out at a nightclub, An Father met An Mother, and the two became inseparable, like dry tinder meeting a flame.

When An Father’s original wife discovered this affair, she didn't do what other women would do when finding their husband cheating, by immediately confronting the mistress.