"There's nothing that connects her. She was… careful. She met me in person. That night—Friday night, around 9 p.m. I bumped into her on campus. She said she wanted to talk."
Jiang Yue stayed silent, her expression unreadable, waiting.
"She… she suggested it. Told me I should post something. Something that would hit you harder than anything. Said to create fake evidence—make it believable. Then… she gave me a hundred thousand yuan."
Sun Haoyu looked down at the table, shame creeping into his voice. "So I did it. I created the image and wrote the post. I thought that'd be enough."
His hands trembled as he spoke the next part.
"But… she didn't want to stop there. She told me I should go to Clear Path Care Center and have Jiang Xiu's name added to their list of clients. To make it look like she… she had an abortion there. She said she'd give me another hundred thousand yuan just to pay them off."
Jiang Yue's fingers curled slightly at her sides.
