The internet exploded at the reveal of Su Ning's identity as the owner of Fuyuan Academy.
It was not slow, and it was not subtle. It was instant, loud, and unstoppable.
Within minutes of Su Ning's appearance at the press conference, clips flooded every major platform as if a dam had burst.
Short videos of her walking calmly into the hall with her bodyguards flanking her sides spread like wildfire. Another angle showed the board members standing up all at once and bowing deeply.
Someone zoomed in on the Minister of Education rising from his seat, his expression respectful and solemn.
Another clip captured her leaving the hall, the door of her sleek sports car lifting smoothly as she stepped inside, the engine purring before she drove away without looking back.
Her calm declaration as the owner of Fuyuan Academy was cut, replayed, slowed down, zoomed in on, and dissected frame by frame.
Within ten minutes, the topic shot straight to the number one position on the trending charts.
Public opinion flipped so fast it was dizzying.
Comments that had once been filled with ridicule and mockery vanished or were deleted in a panic. In their place came waves of support, admiration, and anger—anger not toward Su Ning, but toward whoever had dared to spread such rumors in the first place.
@TruthCrusher🧐: This is what being slapped in the face by reality looks like. @We'vegotSu'sback: They really bullied the owner of their own school… this is insane.
@Startokqueen: Whoever spread that rumor should crawl into a hole and disappear.
Some commenters went further, openly cursing the anonymous people behind the scandal, demanding investigations and consequences.
Screenshots of old insults were dug up and reposted, now framed with sarcastic captions and laughing emojis.
Influencers wasted no time.
Reaction videos appeared one after another. Beauty bloggers zoomed in on Su Ning's face, analyzing her clear skin, her calm gaze, the way she carried herself without trying to impress anyone. Fashion accounts broke down her outfit piece by piece, praising the effortless luxury and understated confidence of her style.
@Startokbeauty💋: Is it just me or I failed to realize she was this enchanting💓
@Skincarequeen❣️: I felt like I was in a trance. She is flawless. I couldn't stop viewing😫
@beautyplus🔥: Whoever took the previous pictures should go change their cameras. Such a drop dead beauty was under captured😡
Comments flooded in by the tens of thousands, many of them no longer even talking about the scandal itself, but about her appearance, her posture, her presence.
Fashion blogs reacted next.
Posts comparing her look to runway trends popped up everywhere. Screenshots of her accessories were circled and labeled. People asked where they could find similar styles, what brands and jewelries she might be wearing, and how to recreate her look.
Amid all this noise, only a small number of haters tried to hold their ground.
@ilovedisaster: But this still doesn't explain her meeting with Zhao Qi.
@indepthtruth: Owner or not, why was she with the director of Zongsheng Medical Centre?
Their voices were quickly drowned out.
And then, as if someone had thrown gasoline on the fire, a new post appeared.
A verified account with the username @GoddessSuBaby uploaded several clear photos.
One showed Zhao Qi bowing slightly as he spoke to Su Ning. Another captured him walking half a step behind her, posture respectful. One photo showed him opening the car door for her, his expression attentive, almost deferential.
The caption beneath the photos was short and devastating.
"Looks like Su Ning is Zhao Qi's superior, not the other way around."
The post exploded.
Reposts multiplied within seconds. Comments flooded in, arguing, speculating, gasping in disbelief.
@SharpMind_88: she wasn't dating him?" He was reporting to her?
@cutebabybunny: This keeps getting crazier.
Mixed reactions poured in, but one demand rose louder than the rest, calling out for Zongsheng Medical Centre to clear the air.
As the internet spiraled into excitement and disbelief, Su Ning was nowhere near a screen.
She had just finished changing her clothes.
She wore a soft, loose white sleeveless top tucked slightly into dark tailored lounge pants with clean lines and a relaxed fit.
The fabric moved easily with her body, neither stiff nor sloppy. Over it, she threw on a lightweight jacket with broad shoulders and a subtle structure, giving her look a rich, tomboyish edge that felt effortless and confident.
Her hair was tied loosely at the back, a few strands framing her face naturally.
Her phone rang.
The name Zhao Qi lit up the screen.
She answered immediately.
"Chairwoman Su," Zhao Qi said the moment the call connected, his voice respectful but tense. "The situation online is escalating quickly. People are demanding clarification."
Su Ning walked toward the window, her tone calm. "I figured it would."
"There's pressure for an official response," he continued carefully. "Would you prefer that we remain silent, or would you like us to issue a statement?"
She let out a quiet sigh, rubbing her temple lightly. There was no panic in her expression, only mild fatigue.
"Go ahead and release it," she said after a brief pause. "There's no reason to hide it anymore."
Zhao Qi sounded relieved. "Understood. We'll make it clear."
The call ended.
Less than five minutes later, Zongsheng Medical Centre released a public statement clarifying Su Ning as the owner and Chairwoman of Zongsheng Medical Centre
The internet lost its mind.
Shock turned into pure chaos.
Medical professionals, business analysts, and ordinary netizens all reacted at once. Comments poured in faster than platforms could load.
@FinanceEye: She owns Zongsheng too?!😲
@MedicalInsider: I just confirmed, it's really true.
@killerbee: I can't believe she is no more than sixteen and already owns two big Coperations.
@sexywatcher😋: Aiish I suddenly feel useless at age thirty.
Follower counts surged at a terrifying speed.
In just minutes, Su Ning's Stargram followers passed one million. Startok climbed past eight hundred and fifty thousand. Starbook surged beyond six hundred thousand.
Even A-list celebrities rarely achieved that kind of growth, and certainly not in such a short time.
Su Ning's phone vibrated nonstop, notifications stacking so fast the screen barely had time to light up before another appeared.
She watched it for a moment, then sent a message to Chen Anya to inform her parents to come over later before calmly turned it off.
Silence filled the room.
She had considered calling Qi Xiyue.
Her fingers hovered briefly, then she lowered her hand.
He was likely busy. Or out of the country. She didn't want to interrupt him.
A faint blush warmed her cheeks at the thought of him anyway.
She shook her head slightly, then headed downstairs.
The villa looked different.
Not just clean, but transformed.
The space felt brighter yet calmer, with a quiet elegance that hadn't been there before. Soft neutral tones blended seamlessly with deeper accents, creating a balance that felt both welcoming and mysterious.
Light reflected gently off polished surfaces, not harsh or blinding, but warm and refined. Decorative pieces were minimal but intentional, each one adding depth rather than clutter.
It felt like a place with secrets.
Ah Lin, the housekeeper, noticed her immediately and bowed respectfully. "Young Miss."
Su Ning smiled, her eyes scanning the room. "Keeper Lin, you did an amazing job."
Ah Lin straightened slightly, pride flashing across her face. "I'm glad you like it, Miss."
Su Ning nodded, genuinely pleased, and walked toward the kitchen.
Chef Wei was already there, focused on a new recipe. The scent of spices and simmering ingredients filled the air. When he saw her, he immediately turned and gave a playful salute, greeting her in Spanish.
"Young Miss."
Su Ning laughed softly and replied in Spanish. "I'll have guests today."
Chef Wei's eyes lit up. "Then I'll prepare a proper spread. Something memorable."
She leaned lightly against the counter, amused. "I'll wait to eat with them."
"As you wish," he replied, bowing slightly. "Everything will be ready."
Satisfied, Su Ning returned upstairs.
The moment she lay down on her bed, the system sounded.
Its voice echoed clearly in her mind.
'Mission completed.'
'Task: Overturn public opinion and silence ignorant masses.
Reward issued: A private jet with independent airfield access located at the outskirts of City F
300 million yuan
God-tier hacking skills.'
A rush of information flooded her mind.
Her breath caught slightly as vast knowledge poured in, lines of code, systems, networks, vulnerabilities, all unfolding as naturally as breathing. She understood them instinctively, effortlessly, as if she had been born with the skills.
A sleek access pass materialized in her hand.
She stared at it, eyes bright with excitement.
"I really got a private jet…" she murmured, a smile spreading across her face.
She admired the pass for a moment before casually tossing it into her space.
The system sounded again.
'Host still has a legendary grade lottery spin, would host like to spin now?'
She shook her head lightly. "Later."
With two powerful new skills unused, she felt a rare urge to relax.
A swim sounded perfect.
She went into her closet, changing into a refined bikini, slipping on a luxurious, sheer ankle-length cotton jacket over it. The fabric flowed around her as she walked, light and elegant.
She headed straight to the third floor.
The grand swimming pool shimmered under soft lighting, the water clear and inviting. Without hesitation, she slipped off the jacket and let it fall neatly to the side.
Her body arched gracefully as she dove.
The water embraced her, cool and calming, ripples spreading outward as she moved effortlessly beneath the surface.