Chapter 32: My Godfather is Huo Qingyun, the Imperial Capital's Chief Bomb Disposal Expert

Upon hearing this, everyone huddled around a tablet, their heads bumping together.

Liu Xiaobei swiped the mouse to open a post titled "Nan Xing Is My Dad and Also Your Ancestor," which detailed the supermarket incident with both text and photos. It even included the complete footage of Nan Xing and her friends at the store.

Looking back at the incident now, Nan Xing’s actions were, at best, justifiable self-defense. In an instant, the tide of public opinion shifted; students who understood the truth began to rally behind Nan Xing. Even those who were usually marginalized or isolated stood up, courageously demanding justice for themselves. It could be said that through Nan Xing’s incident, the first shot in the battle against school bullying had been fired.

Of course, the school administration still issued a formal reprimand to Nan Xing and the others, claiming to settle the matter with an attitude of "strict self-discipline and broad tolerance," maintaining absolute fairness and impartiality.

"Sister Xing, you’re incredible! This is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone offend that Miss Nan and not get expelled by the school," Liu Xiaobei said, looking back at Nan Xing with undisguised admiration and giving her a thumbs-up. "You don’t know—last semester, an art major accidentally spilled soup on her in the cafeteria, and by the next day, she was forced to transfer."

"Oh?" Nan Xing’s voice rose at the end of the sentence as she said, unhurriedly, "Is she really as legendary as you say?"

"Of course! Who told her to have such a powerful father? I heard he was once the richest man in Beixin," Liu Xiaobei continued. "I heard from my elders that Nan Weiguo started as a poor scholar and somehow managed to latch onto a wealthy heiress named Jiang Wan, which is how he climbed his way to becoming the richest man. As for why the Nan family declined for a while later, well, let’s just say that mistreating one’s wife prevents wealth from entering..."

As a local of Beixin, Liu Xiaobei was quite well-versed in the gossip of the elite. Fearing she had said too much, she shifted gears. "Sister Xing, I still say you’re the best. You went to the Dean’s office and settled it all. If it were me, my legs would have turned to jelly; I could never have stayed so calm."

"Right, and looking at it this way, our Vice Dean is also a virtuous and capable leader who isn’t afraid of power and treats every student fairly." Liu Xiaobei rested her chin on her hands, looking gossipy. "But I’m still very curious—do you know who this user 'Nan Xing Is My Dad and Also Your Ancestor' is, Sister Xing?"

It wasn't just Liu Xiaobei; everyone else was equally curious.

Nan Xing brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her voice melodic as she gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe I know them, maybe I don't. But they seem like a good person."

The next second, the "good person" called her.

Nan Xing curled her lips, a smile dancing in her peach-blossom eyes as she walked to the dormitory balcony with her long, straight legs.

"Dad, how is it? Have you cooled off a bit now?" The sound of a lighter clicking came from the other end of the line. Huo Junyan leaned back in his executive chair, squinting at the screen in front of him, which displayed the school’s official forum.

"What, did you spend that eight hundred thousand so quickly?" Nan Xing watched the flow of people outside the window. It was the time between classes, and a large crowd of students was pouring out of the apartment building. She teased him while letting her attention wander.

Huo Junyan coughed violently on the other end, clearly having choked on smoke. "Dad, talking about money hurts our feelings. This time, I just wanted to make you happy."

Nan Xing curled her lip and said vaguely, "You’re actually quite a good person."

"That’s for sure. Who else treats me as well as Dad does?" Huo Junyan chuckled cheekily over the phone. "That eight hundred thousand wasn't for nothing."

Just as Huo Junyan finished speaking, a rhythmic knocking sounded on the other end. "Young Master, the Master is back. He wants you to go to the study."

"What?" Huo Junyan’s expression turned panicked. He hurriedly changed his tone toward Nan Xing, "Xingxing, you have to save your brother! That ruthless old man is back."

Nan Xing asked, "You went home?"

Huo Junyan groaned pitifully. "I’ve been wandering out there for days and missed Mom’s cooking. I specifically picked a day when the old man wasn't home to come back, but I didn't expect to fall into his clutches anyway."

Nan Xing: "..."

"Xingxing, you must save me! That stubborn old man doesn't listen to anyone, but he listens to you, his goddaughter. Don't forget, I'm hanging up now."

Nan Xing did have a conscience. A few minutes after Huo Junyan hung up, she found the old man’s number in her contacts and called.

"Hello? Is that Xingxing? It’s almost noon, have you eaten? It’s been so long; your godmother and I have both missed you. When are you coming over to visit?"

The speaker was Huo Qingyun, the chief bomb disposal expert of the Imperial Capital, as well as Nan Xing’s godfather and Huo Junyan’s biological father.

Ever since Huo Junyan made his life’s vow to grow from a hacker into a patriotic, highly skilled "Red Hacker," he became uncontrollably obsessed with computers. It was around that time that he was kicked out of the Huo household by Huo Qingyun, who had hoped his son would follow in his footsteps. In Huo Qingyun’s eyes, Huo Junyan idling away in his room in front of a computer was nothing but a waste of time.

Huo Qingyun had secretly sent people to monitor Huo Junyan. Hearing news that he had returned home that morning, he had rushed back without stopping, determined to teach this prodigal son a lesson and set him straight. At that moment, Huo Junyan was standing in a corner, facing the wall in repentance, looking ashen.

"Godfather, I haven't eaten yet. I'll come see you and Godmother when I have time. How are you both? Is everything alright at home?"

Nan Xing’s voice was sweet. Since Huo Junyan was the only son and Huo Qingyun’s work had made having a daughter an impossibility, the couple doted on Nan Xing even more than on their own son.

"Xingxing, your godmother and I are both doing well, don't you worry about us," Huo Qingyun said. "By the way, Old Han told me about what happened at your school. How are you feeling now? Still upset? If you aren't happy, your godfather will go there himself and settle it for you."

Sure enough, it had reached her godfather’s ears. Nan Xing finally understood how Huo Junyan knew—Old Han must have told her godfather, who told her godmother, who then passed it to Huo Junyan.

How to put it? It wasn't a big deal. Even if Huo Junyan hadn't stepped in, she wouldn't have let Nan Zhen'er and the others off easily.

Nan Xing blinked and smiled, not forgetting to put in a good word for someone. "Godfather, I’m fine. This time, I owe it all to Big Brother’s help."

"What does that rebellious son have to do with this?" Huo Qingyun groaned, glaring at Huo Junyan in the corner, who looked entirely aggrieved.

"Godfather, after Big Brother learned about my situation, he immediately found the relevant evidence and cleared my name on the campus forum. Come to think of it, I really have to thank him."

Seeing that the people in her dorm were leaving one by one to get food, Nan Xing raised her voice.

"He actually did that?" Huo Qingyun glanced suspiciously at Huo Junyan, who stood with his hands behind his back. Judging by his reaction, it didn't seem like a lie.

Huo Qingyun picked up his teacup and said, "Hmph, as your older brother, that’s the least he should do. Xingxing, you don’t need to be so polite with him!"