The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 71

"Hey—what are you doing? Don’t touch me! Security’s assaulting me! Help!!!"

Used to causing scenes, he quickly realized this place didn’t tolerate such behavior. They wouldn’t even let him loiter near the entrance and disturb residents.

Several burly, well-trained security personnel promptly dragged him away and called the police.

The response time was astonishingly fast. Before Uncle Shen could even throw himself on the ground, officers arrived and hauled him off.

A quick background check revealed he was a notorious troublemaker from a neighboring city, wanted for disorderly conduct. He was locked up for 24 hours without question.

By the time Uncle Shen was released, he reeked of sweat and desperation, with barely any money left. Realizing a direct approach wouldn’t work, he decided to stake out the neighborhood.

He knew Shen Ying’s license plate number. Unless she never left home, he’d eventually catch her.

Keeping his distance from the security gate, he lurked along the main road, certain no one could stop him from waiting there.

Under the scorching sun, Uncle Shen grew dizzy and weak, nearly collapsing from exhaustion after days of fruitless surveillance.

Finally, he called Yu Shishi. "Has she rotted in her house? I haven’t seen her leave once."

"Impossible. She’s been out every single day. Right now, she’s out partying."

Yu Shishi glanced at her sister’s latest social media post—uploaded just five minutes ago—showing Shen Ying having a blast at a nightclub surrounded by friends.

Uncle Shen was certain he hadn’t missed a single car. Realizing she must be using a different garage exit, he knew his solo stakeout was doomed.

He couldn’t keep this up alone.

So Uncle Shen started calling in reinforcements.

He told his petty criminal buddies about his niece, who was supposedly worth hundreds of millions. At first, they laughed, thinking he’d lost his mind.

But then he showed them the same proof Yu Shishi had used to convince him—photos of Shen Ying. That sealed their belief.

The others were also tempted by the idea. Even if it wasn’t as exaggerated as he claimed, someone living in XX Mansion was clearly wealthy enough. As long as they caught her, a single extortion attempt would be enough to make them rich.

So they all rushed over, dispersing to various entrances of the neighborhood with Shen Ying’s photo in hand.

Yet after several more days of staking out, they came up completely empty-handed.

Uncle Shen called Yu Shishi again: "Has that heartless brat gone into hiding because she knew her uncle was coming?"

For the first time, Yu Shishi began to doubt the destructive power of this uncle who had tormented them relentlessly in her past life.

Was it possible that this scumbag wasn’t as formidable as he remembered?

How many days had it been? Not only had he failed to cause trouble for her sister—he hadn’t even laid eyes on her.

So Yu Shishi called Yu Ting, probing for answers in a roundabout way.

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"I saw your post on social media. You and my sister were at XX Restaurant last night?"

Yu Ting replied, "I didn’t have any scenes to shoot yesterday, so I came down the mountain for a good meal. Did you call just to scold me for not inviting you?"

"I just heard you lost an argument with my sister—"

Yu Shishi exclaimed, "Who said I lost?"

Yu Ting: "Pei Ying did."

Yu Shishi: "..."

Yu Ting: "And it was a quick loss too. Your sister walked out after just ten minutes. I barely had to wait."

For the first time, Yu Shishi realized how gossipy these men were, though she overlooked his last remark.

Too embarrassed to save face, she forced herself to change the subject. "Actually, I wanted to ask how my sister got home so late at night. Did you drive her back?"

If Yu Ting had escorted her, then it made sense that Uncle Shen’s men hadn’t intercepted her.

But Yu Ting answered, "No, she drove herself."

Yu Shishi: "Th-that can’t be right. I mean, didn’t she send her car for maintenance? I haven’t seen her driving it lately."

This was a lie, of course, and Yu Ting immediately corrected her: "Who told you that? Her car’s been with me."

Yu Shishi: "What?!"

Yu Ting: "She swapped cars with me a few days ago."

Then, with a smug tone, he added, "Her own car isn’t bad, so she definitely didn’t do it because mine’s more expensive. As for why she did it… well, only she knows."

His voice then turned resentful: "But that scheming troublemaker Jiang Liuxu heard about it and immediately sent her a few cars as gifts."

"Heh. What a shameless, desperate loser!"

Yu Shishi was so furious she felt dizzy. No wonder they hadn’t caught her—she’d already pulled a disappearing act.

She hung up and desperately racked her brain for a solution.

Shen Ying now had several cars at her disposal, and Yu Shishi had no idea about their models or license plates. After all, Jiang Liuxu and Yu Ting owned hundreds of cars between them. How could she possibly know which ones they’d given her?

And even if she found out, what then? Her sister also had memories of their past life. If she knew Uncle Shen was after her and wanted to evade him, she could switch cars anytime—or even move.

This needed to be resolved quickly.

But before she could come up with a plan, Uncle Shen’s men were arrested.

They’d stopped the wrong car, cornering a resident at the gate and trying to drag her out.

The resident happened to be a young woman, and through the tinted windows, the men had mistaken her for Shen Ying.

A group of middle-aged ruffians in their forties and fifties surrounded the car, banging on the windows and doors while shouting, terrifying the young woman inside. She immediately called the police.

The officers arrested the men, discovering that one of them was a repeat offender. The others also confessed that they had been hired by Uncle Shen.

Even though Uncle Shen claimed it was a case of mistaken identity, he still faced severe consequences.

When Yu Shishi learned he’d been taken into custody, she was left breathless by the sheer stupidity of this scumbag.

Had he been this dumb in her past life?

It finally dawned on her—the reason this scumbag had been so destructive in her previous life was because they had initially fallen for his lies and trusted him.

Not to mention her sister’s chronic "saint syndrome," forgiving him time and again, offering help, believing he could change—only to be deceived repeatedly.

Yu Shishi began to wonder: if her sister’s true nature was what she displayed in this life, maybe Uncle Shen had merely been a tool to garner their sympathy and showcase her sister’s so-called kindness.

Suddenly, Yu Shishi realized how foolish her own actions had been.

Her sister wasn’t playing by the same rules as before, yet she was still clinging to outdated information from her past life.

Then, the words spoken to her in the hospital room resurfaced in her mind—

"You can’t even copy homework properly."

A stubborn fire ignited in Yu Shishi. She was determined to defeat her sister using her own methods.

So, she still found a way to pull strings and get Uncle Shen released.

At the same time, she made a call to an alumnus she’d met at a university networking event.

Rumor had it he’d fallen for her at first sight and even tried to pursue her, but her swarm of admirers had intimidated him into retreating. Still, he remained one of the most active "likers" in her social circle, always the first to shower her posts with flowery praise.

Yu Shishi said, "I heard you host a family reunion show?"

"There’s an elderly man I know who’s spent over twenty years desperately searching for his sister’s children. It’s heartbreaking. Could your program help him?"

Days later, Shen Ying came across a viral trending topic online.

The headline was expertly crafted for maximum outrage: ["21-Year Search for Family Ends in Heartbreak: Relatives Refuse to Reunite Over Poverty and Shame."]

The post was a masterclass in manipulative storytelling—claiming that after the tragic deaths of his sister and brother-in-law, the man had been entrusted with raising their twin nieces, only for them to go missing.

For over two decades, he’d dedicated his life to the search, sacrificing his youth, his savings, even his chance at marriage. His elderly mother lived in a crumbling, destitute home.

Now, after finally locating them, the nieces refused to meet him, repulsed by his poverty and ragged appearance.

The post featured a photo of Uncle Shen holding a picture of the twins.

The photographer deserved credit—somehow, they’d managed to transform Uncle Shen’s weaselly, greasy demeanor into the tragic aura of a struggling farmer from a discount ad.

His narrow, cunning eyes now brimmed with "heartbreaking sorrow," his weathered face etched with "hardship."

Below was a clip from the family reunion show, its cinematography heavy-handed in emphasizing Uncle Shen’s "noble poverty" and "unwavering devotion."

Scenes lingered on details like an old-fashioned rusted faucet, or a chipped enamel washbasin with a faded peony-and-double-happiness motif.

The peeling walls, the elderly mother sitting alone in the humble rural house with its meager meals, and Uncle Shen carrying his worn-out bag as he weaves through the city's alleys—his figure seems numb, yet there's an unyielding determination that keeps him going.

This was the first half of the program. At the very end, the host asked in a gentle, empathetic voice, "You've already found her, right?"

Uncle Shen replied in his rustic accent, "Yes, found her. She looks just like her mother—couldn’t mistake her."

The host pressed, "Then why haven’t you met her?"

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He then turned to the camera and said, "Girl, your uncle ain’t here to take advantage of you. I just wanted to see you with my own eyes. After twenty-one years, I’d finally be able to face your mother."

"I lost her daughter. If I don’t find her, I won’t have the face to meet her in the afterlife."

The heartbreaking scene of Uncle Shen’s despair, coupled with repeated shots of Shen Ying’s upscale residential complex in the program—along with footage of him being turned away by security—made it clear that the person he was searching for lived in this luxurious neighborhood.

Once netizens dug into it, they discovered that homes in this complex started at fifty million. Anyone living there had to be extraordinarily wealthy.

Instantly, the highly controversial topic blew up, drawing even more people into the discussion.

The overwhelming majority of voices condemned the niece for being materialistic and heartless, unworthy of being called human.

Many even questioned the source of her wealth—how could a young woman, once a missing orphan, afford such a place? The odds of being adopted by the rich or earning it herself were slim. Some speculated darker origins.

Even the more rational voices argued that even if she’d been lucky enough to land on her feet, she should at least meet her uncle and give him closure after all his years of hardship.

Shen Ying couldn’t help but laugh at the public outrage. Her so-called "little sister" had done a decent job stirring the pot.

Though her methods weren’t exactly sophisticated and left plenty of loose ends, they were effective enough for ordinary situations. When it came to boldness and execution, she certainly had her strengths.

The only problem was her priorities were always skewed—even after a second chance at life, she still missed the mark.

Just as she was enjoying the spectacle, her phone rang.

Shen Ying answered, and a man’s voice came through.

"Hello, Miss Shen. I’m the host of XXX program. I believe you’ve already seen me in the news."

"Miss Shen, we’d like to invite you to appear on our next episode. Would that be possible?"

Shen Ying replied flatly, "No."

The host chuckled. "Miss Shen, perhaps you should reconsider the public’s opinion? Right now, everyone wants you to reunite with your uncle. If the next episode disappoints the audience, I can’t guarantee that some overly empathetic netizens won’t leak your private information."