Chapter 12: The Legend of the Green Cap

“You’re not brainless; you’re just getting further and further down the path of barking like a dog… Oh wait, you’re actually on the path of the cuckolded man, and it must feel great to get cheated on every day, right?”

The post Zhang Qiyang sent out was full of gunpowder and venom.

After hitting send, Zhang Qiyang felt a burning rush in his chest. He’d never fought so fiercely with anyone online before, and now he was sparring with the “Nation’s Husband.” The sensation… was thrilling!

Not long after his post was shared, night owls quickly filled the comment section—

“Cannon Master, you’re still awake!”
“Awesome! Cannon Master is about to drop some bombs again!”
“Cannon Master, you’re mighty!”
“Idiot Zhang Cannon, you’re the real cuckold!”
“Give back Haoran’s top spot!”
“In the moment of cannon fire, Cannon Master is always the coolest!”
“Whoa… I have a feeling something explosive is about to happen!”
“Cannon Master, spell it out—is Wang Dazhong really a cuckold?”
“Cannon Master has inside info! Who’s Wang Dazhong’s girlfriend? Did she cheat on him?”
“Didn’t expect the Nation’s Husband to have a day like this! Hahaha, what a joyous occasion!”
“This industry is a mess.”
“Exciting! Too exciting!”
“Cannon Master, spill more details!”
“Well played, Cannon Master!”
“Idiot, are you trying to trend again with your stupidity?”
“Does Cannon Master even need to chase headlines? He is the headline!”
“Zhang Cannon, be clear—who cheated on my husband?”
…

At the same time, beneath Wang Dazhong’s post insulting Zhang Qiyang, a swarm of “little wives” flooded in to complain:

“Honey, Zhang Cannon says you got cheated on—tell us it’s not true!”
“Handsome hubby, are you asleep? Zhang Cannon is slandering you!”
“Hahaha, Wang Dazhong, you deserved to get cheated! Dare to provoke Cannon Master—he’ll bury you with a thousand blasts!”
“Honey, are you switching girlfriends again?”

“Honey, did your girlfriend cheat on you? No way! Zhang Cannon must be smearing you with his stupidity!”
“Wake up, handsome hubby, you’ve been cheated on!”
“Anonymous cannon fodder passing through.”
“Hahaha, idiot—serves you right for being arrogant! You deserved to get cheated!”
“It’s tense here—honey, I support you, go after Zhang Cannon! Curse him to death!”
…

Watching innumerable “little wives” rallying for Wang Dazhong under his post, Zhang Qiyang grinned, feeling a surge of satisfaction.

He knew Wang Dazhong wouldn’t dare to drag this out with him, because what he said was the truth.

Wang Dazhong had indeed been cheated on by his most beloved girl, and the humiliation was severe. It was already an open secret and a running joke among the scions of noble families.

Ordinary internet users might not know, but every wealthy heir and heiress studying on the British Isles did—they all knew about Wang Dazhong’s embarrassing history. For the sake of saving face, no one had ever gossiped about it in public.

But Zhang Qiyang didn’t care about face anymore—he had none left to protect. Bullied by Wang Dazhong to this extent, he had to hit back hard.

As for Wang Dazhong’s private affairs, Zhang Qiyang only knew this much; he wasn’t in the same circle, after all. Though they both studied in Britain, Wang Dazhong was four years ahead of him. They barely interacted during their school years, and even attended entirely different institutions.

Wang Dazhong attended Eton College, the finest aristocratic school in Britain, while Zhang Qiyang and Qin Xueyang, who weren’t from particularly famous families at that time, went to Westminster Royal Academy, another venerable British school.

Back then, on the British Isles, heirs of wealthy Chinese families attending Eton, Harrow, and St. Paul’s Girls’ School formed an exclusive circle—the top echelon of Chinese elite. Those at Westminster and other schools were a tier below.

The Zhang family hadn’t yet risen to prominence, so Zhang Qiyang wasn’t counted among Wang Dazhong’s elite clique.

It wasn’t until he entered Cambridge and his family soared in status that Zhang Qiyang finally qualified for that top circle. But by then, he was already self-destructive, lost in the grief of his mother’s death, and had no contact with those people.

Seeing him sink into despair, that circle never truly accepted him.

Still, Zhang Qiyang had heard plenty about their inner scandals, especially Wang Dazhong’s notorious misfortune—the story was known to every wealthy Chinese student.

In fact, Wang Dazhong had once been a popular figure in that elite circle. Though he wasn’t handsome, he was socially adept and skilled at flattering the right people. He was like the jester of their small group, well-liked by all.

But upon entering university, Wang Dazhong made the worst mistake of his life. He went from being the circle’s darling to a despised joke, gradually pushed to the margins.

While at Edinburgh College of Art, he met an exceptionally beautiful British aristocrat. He fell for her at first sight, utterly bewitched.

Not long after, he broke up with a fellow heiress he’d dated for over three years, and began aggressively pursuing that British lady.

This caused outrage in the circle—everyone thought Wang Dazhong had lost his mind. How could he abandon one of his own to chase after a “white girl”?

One of the dumped girl’s close friends was a formidable fourth-generation Red, whose status far exceeded Wang Dazhong’s. Seeing such betrayal, she took the lead in ostracizing him.

Wang Dazhong, however, was hopelessly enthralled by the British aristocrat’s beauty. No matter how his friends advised him, he insisted on being with her.

Eventually, she was moved by his persistence and officially started dating him. The two enjoyed a blissful life together.

Some in the Chinese elite circle admired Wang Dazhong’s willingness to sacrifice everything for love.

But what happened next shocked everyone.

The British aristocrat he dated seriously for three years turned out to be a clandestine socialite—a hidden flower among the British nobility. Nearly every young nobleman had slept with her.

Even while dating Wang Dazhong for those three years, she maintained a frequent schedule of secret liaisons with the noblemen.

Wang Dazhong wore the cuckold’s cap for three years, foolishly parading his love with pride.

Finally, one member of the Chinese elite could no longer bear it and exposed the British temptress’s true nature to Wang Dazhong, sparing him from further embarrassment.

Once the scandal erupted, Wang Dazhong was utterly disgraced within the elite circle—there was no going back.

The blow was devastating. He had truly loved the British girl, and though he had no intention of marrying her, he poured all his emotions into the relationship.

Who knew it would end like this?

He gave his heart to the bright moon, only to find it shone upon the gutter!

After that crushing, incurable wound, Wang Dazhong stopped believing in love. Mocked for being a cuckold for three years, he developed a deep psychological aversion to the color green.

He could no longer fit in with the wealthy circle.

After returning to China, Wang Dazhong gave up on himself and became the first Chinese elite to publicly roast others online, forging a “legend.”

In those circles, everyone knew Wang Dazhong’s humiliating story, but no one talked about it—it was too disgraceful for the Chinese elites, and too damaging to Wang Dazhong’s pride. Out of respect, they left him that shred of dignity.

At most, they’d gossip in private about his green-hat history.

This time, however, Zhang Qiyang showed no mercy, refusing to save anyone’s face. He tore off Wang Dazhong’s shell, exposing that hidden shade of green for all to see.

“It’s just a fight—who’s afraid of whom?”

Watching Wang Dazhong’s post fill with “little wives” asking about the cuckold scandal, Zhang Qiyang felt a secret delight.

He put his phone back on the bedside table, smiling as if he’d pierced the heavens, and drifted back to sleep, exhausted but content.