The shop assistant and neighbors were utterly speechless.
Liao Yi couldn’t hold back his anger and rushed forward.
"How can you spout such nonsense? It’s your son who lied online, got exposed for having mental problems, and ended up being fired from the hospital. What does that have to do with Zhiyi?"
Although Du Qian’s deliberate reports quickly disappeared, they still attracted some mild attention.
Some people specifically investigated the aftermath.
Eventually, an anonymous hospital employee revealed that Du Qian was fired due to mental illness.
The netizens who once supported Du Qian’s "pure love" were furious, exclaiming they’d been fooled by a lunatic.
Many speculated that the so-called growth record he possessed was likely fabricated.
As a result, the rumors surrounding Lin Zhiyi were self-defeating.
But Mrs. Du could not accept people calling her son mentally ill.
"You’re lying! My son doesn’t have mental issues! It’s Lin Zhiyi who ruined my son!" Mrs. Du rolled up her sleeves. "Smash it!"
"Stop!"
Lin Zhiyi quickly stepped forward to confront Mrs. Du.
"Aunt Du, do you have any evidence for your accusations?"
"Evidence? With someone like you, who needs evidence? I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice!" Mrs. Du shouted arrogantly.
"So, you don’t have evidence. But I do—proof of Du Qian’s mental illness."
Lin Zhiyi pulled a document from her bag.
The Du family parents showed a flash of fear in their eyes; Mr. Du grabbed the fruit knife on the table and charged at Lin Zhiyi viciously.
"You wretch! I’ll kill you!"
Lin Zhiyi quickly stepped back, but before Mr. Du could reach her, Gong Chen grabbed his wrist and snatched the knife away.
Mr. Du’s arms were pinned behind his back, rendering him immobile.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Du threw herself to the ground and screamed, "Murder! Murder!"
Lin Zhiyi glanced at Gong Chen, signaling him to release Mr. Du.
Then, in front of the Du family relatives, she opened the document in her hand.
The papers inside turned out to be blank.
"Aunt Du, Uncle Du, you seem quite anxious, which suggests you already know the real reason behind Du Qian’s dismissal. Yet you’ve brought everyone here to trouble me. All the jewelry in my display cases outside is authentic, and I hope you’ll compensate accordingly."
The Du family relatives, some holding chairs, others clutching flowerpots, and others stepping on her recovered craft items, saw the parents’ reaction and realized they were being used as pawns. They hastily put everything down.
"We were all deceived by these two. We didn’t smash the stuff at your door. Go ask them to pay for it."
With that, most of the relatives left, leaving only a few who stayed to watch the drama unfold, showing no intentions of helping.
The Du parents instantly sensed the shift in the situation, growling, "You all..."
"Uncle, Aunt, was coming to find me your idea, or Du Qian’s? I really didn’t expect him to be such a coward—getting two elderly people to cause trouble." Lin Zhiyi hit the nail on the head.
The Du parents’ faces alternated between dark and pale shades, remaining silent for a long while.
Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath. Her guesthouse had to continue running, so she decided to leave some room for reconciliation.
"Uncle, Aunt, I..."
Before she could finish, there was another commotion at the entrance.
Suddenly, five women barged in, followed by three burly men.
The lead woman pointed at Lin Zhiyi, saying, "You’re the boss of Xingxing Jewelry online, aren’t you?"
Lin Zhiyi cast a doubtful look at the woman and nodded. "That’s me."
"Well then, your promise of ’tenfold compensation for fake goods’—how do you intend to pay us?" The woman raised her chin.
As she spoke, the three tall men behind her took a step forward.
The guesthouse fell silent. Even the Du parents, who had been causing chaos moments ago, were now quiet.
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