Watching the door to the hospital room burst open under the reporters' assault, Qin Xian quickly pulled Ji Fei back, keeping her at a safe distance to avoid getting caught in the commotion.

Ji Fei, mindful of Qin Xian's injured arm, stayed close by his side at a distant corner, watching the chaos unfold from afar. Even though this was a VIP floor, the spectacle had drawn a crowd.

Medical staff nearby were either calling security or gathering to gossip.

A few staff members stood right in front of Ji Fei and Qin Xian.

“It’s been buzzing in the ambulance group chat for ages. When they brought those two in, they did a quick check in the ambulance, and as soon as they pulled back the clothes… the marks were, well… interesting. I think someone snapped a conversation and leaked it.”

“That’s nothing. Just speculation, really. The main evidence came from a paparazzo who took shots of Xu Meng downstairs in Sun Mo’s living room, then filmed people carrying both Sun Mo and Yang Hong down from the second floor. That’s when the connections started flying.”

“No! The real proof was Sun Mo’s assistant booking him an appointment in the proctology department!”

“What?! So, Sun Mo really was…”

“Actually, no. It seems that… things got a bit rough during preparations, which led to an injury that startled the assistant when they checked. That’s why…”

Even though Ji Fei already knew most of the details, hearing others gossip still tickled her immensely.

Meanwhile, Qin Xian’s expression twisted in exasperation.

> **[Well, it was bound to happen. Can’t avoid it now. Tsk, tsk, tsk.]** Ji Fei thought, struggling to suppress her laughter. **[Sun Mo’s in deep trouble now. Whether it’s real or not, it’s as good as real.]**

Qin Xian was slightly perturbed by Ji Fei’s description, though he couldn’t deny the truth in it. “Without Pei Mingxuan, he’s really got nothing but his acting skills.”

With both of them hospitalized and with so many eyes on them, the lack of Pei Mingxuan’s tight confidentiality protocols had left them wide open.

“Exactly. When you do bad things, you’ll pay for them eventually,” Ji Fei commented gleefully.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, “They’re actually hugging!”

Ji Fei perked up immediately. “What? What?!”

As people rushed forward, Ji Fei realized she wouldn’t be able to squeeze through the crowd, so she started bouncing on her tiptoes, hoping to catch a glimpse over the throng.

The next second, a strong arm encircled her waist, effortlessly lifting her so her view soared.

Ji Fei let out a small gasp and turned around to see Qin Xian holding her with one arm, perfectly steady, his face unfazed.

Qin Xian looked up and met her gaze, his eyes calm, while Ji Fei’s eyes widened in shock, like a startled cat.

“Not watching?”

Ji Fei’s brain clicked back into focus, and she quickly resumed her observation.

Though she only caught a partial view, it was enough to see the two men on the bed, tangled together.

> **[Hahahahaha~ This can’t be real! Are they self-sabotaging? Goose, goose, goose, goose!]**

Qin Xian couldn’t see the scene himself, but he could hear Ji Fei’s unrestrained laughter in her mind, which brought a smile to his own eyes.

When the reporters rushed in, expecting to get the scoop, they instead froze at the sight in front of them. Flash after flash went off, capturing the scene of Yang Hong tightly embracing Sun Mo on the bed from every possible angle.

The moment the men realized what was happening, Sun Mo broke free from Yang Hong’s grasp, his mind reeling. Unaware of the extent of the rumors, he was at a complete loss for words, while their agents and assistants scrambled to push the reporters out.

But the journalists bombarded them with questions.

“Sun Mo, are you and Yang Hong in this kind of relationship, with Xu Meng as a cover?”

“Sun Mo, did you find out about Xu Meng’s betrayal and retaliate by taking her boyfriend?”

“Yang Hong, dating Sun Mo’s ex-girlfriend—is that just an excuse because you wanted Sun Mo all along?”

“Yang Hong, do you love Xu Meng or Sun Mo?”

“Xu Meng, what’s your take on their relationship? Do you know you’re actually the outsider?”

The barrage of questions slapped Sun Mo across the face.

Once security arrived and forced everyone out, the door finally closed, and Sun Mo could breathe again.

“What’s going on? What the hell is going on?!” Sun Mo demanded, staring at the others.

The group, equally confused, hastily pulled out their phones. Their expressions turned grim as they read.

Sun Mo snatched up his own phone. Gone were the criticisms of his character or intelligence; instead, it was flooded with news of his proctology visit and the leaked apartment photos, leaving nothing to the imagination about what had transpired.

Worse yet, someone from the crowd had been live-streaming the entire incident.

Netizens in the live chat couldn’t believe their eyes.

No one could have guessed that the outlandish rumors were actually true!

> “Am I cursed to witness this love triangle firsthand?”

> “I feel my brain shrinking just trying to understand this.”

> “Even as a casual fanfic reader, I can’t handle these twists.”

> “My worldview… shattered!”

> “This is the most absurd drama of the year!”

> “I must have opened this live stream wrong. I’m a gossip enthusiast, but this is just too much—I’ll choke!”

> “I thought it was Sun Mo-Xu Meng vs. Yang Hong-Xu Meng, but it’s actually Xu Meng-Sun Mo vs. Yang Hong-Sun Mo. So, Sun Mo’s the winner? He’s got both!”

> “My silence speaks volumes. Do you three still have more surprises for us?”

> “Remember last night’s iconic reunion? Turns out it was monogamy all along, which explains why Sun Mo was front and center!”

> “I knew Yang Hong’s affection for Sun Mo was weird. Who else gives up both a girlfriend and the spotlight for a friend?”

> “Now that I think about it, every one of Yang Hong’s exes has some connection to Sun Mo.”

> “Wow, an ex-girlfriend of Yang Hong just revealed he’d always ask if they’d been with Sun Mo first. Hard to say, really hard.”

> “I used to pity Yang Hong, but now… who do I pity?”

> “So, was Xu Meng just the ‘beard’ all along? Being the ‘cover’ must be rough.”

> “You’ve eaten too much gossip to remember they’re all awful people.”

> “But they’re all injured! And Sun Mo’s in proctology—so isn’t he the real victim here?”

> “If Yang Hong forced him, then it’s a crime!”

> “So, did Yang Hong really sleep with Sun Mo?”

> “Why are you guys making me laugh so hard? Want me to inherit your debts?”

> “Consider paying me 50 bucks, or I’ll unfollow all three of you.”

The barrage of scornful comments was like a series of explosions, echoing in the hospital room.

Sun Mo glared at the pale-faced Yang Hong. “It’s you! You’re the sick freak!”

Then he turned to Xu Meng, who was trying to sneak away. “And you, you wretch! If it weren’t for you two, none of this would have happened! You ruined me!”

In a fit of rage, Sun Mo lunged forward, ready to throw punches, as others rushed to hold him back, shouting in alarm.

The commotion grew so loud that medical staff had to step in to break up the fight, leaving everyone with bruises and scratches.

Despite being escorted out, some reporters managed to capture evidence of the brawl.

The so-called family united in love had now turned into a pitiful scene of dogs fighting over bones, a complete disaster.

Netizens took these videos and mashed them up with Sun Mo’s confident speeches from the previous night, creating meme after meme.

It quickly became known as the entertainment industry’s fastest self-destruction in recent history.

> **[So, you really shouldn’t make absolute statements.]** Ji Fei chuckled to herself.

“Someone even started a poll,” she remarked.

Qin Xian, curious, asked, “What’s the poll about?”

“They’re voting on the final pairing among the three,” Ji Fei laughed. “Such mean-spirited netizens!”

Then she cast her vote.

Qin Xian noticed she’d chosen Sun Mo and Yang Hong and was stunned. “You really think so?”

Ji Fei waved her hand. “I just voted for the most unlikely outcome, hahaha.”

Qin Xian thought about it and replied, “Maybe not that unlikely.”

“Huh?”