Ye Li went to Vicent’s on a day that was not too late, yet the alumni viewing the photos automatically assud it was between 2 and 3 A.M.
Along with Ye Li’s wealthy daughter background, the rumors were endless, making her seem like a genuine party-goer, who drowns her sorrows in bars every night.
And the photos of her standing in front of a villa pressing the doorbell were even more excessively interpreted.
The gate was different, the surroundings were different too.
A group with magnifying glasses even noted that the snow piles beside the gate differed in size and shape, and thus deduced that Ye Li had visited different villas in the dead of night, knocking on the doors of different people.
That was the image of Ye Li visiting others to borrow money after the Ye Family went bankrupt.
With peers in wealthy circles whom she had relations with, Ye Li would call or send WeChat ssages, asking for help earnestly and promising to issue an IOU specifying a repaynt date.
Even so, no one was willing to lend to her.
And those she visited in person were either the Ye family’s relatives or company shareholders, all of whom were her elders.
Borrowing money from elders, especially those who were both capable and financially able, it was only reasonable that Ye Li would visit in person rather than making a phone call.
So visits were at dawn, rushing before the people left their hos.
Others, during the day when she couldn’t see anyone, had to wait until the person was free before rushing over.
More often than not, even when Ye Li t the person, they wouldn’t let her through the door; instead, they’d stand distantly on the villa steps and tell her they couldn’t help and that she should think of another way.
There were no photos of her dayti or unsuccessful attempts in the post.
All that was released were photos of her knocking on doors at night, still on each occasion different people’s doors.
Whether it was intentional or unintentional was evident from this.
The post was published at 9 A.M.
Yet, in just three short hours, the number of replies had already exceeded five thousand.
The comnts on the first few pages were sowhat normal, discussing how obvious it was that Ye Li was spending the night at hotels, etc.
As one read further, the malicious insults were endless.
"I guess I know now how the Ye family paid off that huge debt! Ye Li really knows how to make sacrifices! How many rounds must she run in one night?"
"The most expensive princess in KTV goes out to stay overnight for 20,000 with a client, and given Ye Li’s face and figure, the price must be higher, right?"
"It depends on how you calculate it. If it’s KTV, it’s just tens of thousands at most. But in the wealthy circle, there are other services, and those prices are much higher, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions!"
"Let’s just calculate it as the 5 million jackpot in the lottery, 100 million, that would require 20 tis, huh. I heard from my friend in the design departnt that Ye Li took half a month off, tsk tsk... Ye Li must have been really busy this half month!"
"It’s a bit pricey, otherwise, we could crowdfund and all have a good ti together!"
Ye Li had ntally prepared herself before opening the post, telling herself not to get angry no matter what she saw.
After all, you cannot control what others say.
But seeing these comnts, Ye Li’s face turned pale.
This was Imperial University!
The top educational institution in Hua Country.
Every student here was either the top arts or science student of their locality or among the best of their age in their province.
Yet now, they transford into champions of trash-talking, indulging in malicious speculation.
Just because they hid behind the anonymity of the internet, did they really need to be this unrestrained?
As her eyes scanned over those IDs, Ye Li clenched her phone, her knuckles turning white.
After a long while, Ye Li steadied her breath and dialed a phone number.
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