129: Chapter 129 Chen Shuyin's fierce protection of her husband goes online: Who dares to scold him!

Inside the livestream, the roaring of that third-rate reporter was still echoing.

"Barbarian," "thief," "liar."

These jarring words, like poisoned daggers, pierced through the global signal and struck every citizen of the Dragon Kingdom watching the broadcast.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, just about to raise his hand to cut off this guy's internet connection and have Pikachu deliver a remote "physical silence."

"Bang!"

A loud noise, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.

The side camera shook violently.

A white figure, carrying a chill that could freeze the air, forcibly burst into the center of the frame.

Academician Chen Shuyin.

The tablet she used to record experimental data was treated like a brick, and with a "slap," she slammed it heavily onto the coffee table in front of Jiang Chen.

The force was so great that Pikachu, who was chewing on a battery, was startled, its fur standing on end, as it zipped onto Jiang Chen's shoulder.

"Who are you calling a barbarian?"

Academician Chen Shuyin lifted her head. That cool, detached face, which usually only showed expression toward microscopes and data streams, was now filled with a bone-chilling murderous aura.

She didn't adjust her glasses, nor did she tidy her messy hair.

She was like a lioness whose reverse scale had been touched, locking her gaze through the screen onto the reporter who was still spewing filth.

"Is this your so-called Western gentleman? Is this the aristocratic upbringing you are so proud of?"

Academician Chen Shuyin's voice was no longer that rational, monotonous tone, but sharp, high-pitched, and filled with a tearing rage:

"Can't win a debate so you resort to mudslinging? Can't reason so you resort to personal attacks?"

"What are you? Do you even have the right to judge him?!"

The reporter was stunned by this sudden aura, frozen for a moment, then flew into a rage from embarrassment:

"Who are you? This is a serious business dialogue; there is no place for a woman to speak here..."

"Shut up! You idiot!"

Academician Chen Shuyin didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence.

She grabbed the tablet from the table, her fingers sliding frantically across the screen, pulling up dense stacks of patent certificates and R&D logs, and shoved them directly in front of the camera:

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly!"

"What is this? This is the underlying architectural logic diagram of the photonic crystal! This is the core derivation formula for the Anti-gravity Engine! This is the molecular arrangement of the 'Nano-Targeting Capsule'!"

"Every symbol here, every curve, is Jiang Chen's..."

She paused, her voice choked, but firmer:

"They are all things he stayed up all night to create one by one! It is what he exchanged for with the blood and sweat of countless days and nights!"

"While you are still fighting tooth and nail over a bit of pathetic oil, he has already cast his gaze toward the stars and the sea!"

"While you are still sucking the world's blood by relying on patent barriers, he sells life-saving medicine for 9.9!"

Academician Chen Shuyin became more agitated as she spoke, her entire body trembling slightly.

She turned around, pointing at Jiang Chen, who sat on the sofa with a bewildered expression. Her eyes were red, and she roared at the whole world with a hoarse voice:

"He alone pushed the progress bar of human civilization forward by fifty years!"

"He turned terminal illnesses into the common cold, made energy no longer an excuse for war, and allowed ordinary people to see what the future looks like!"

"Such a genius, a scientist like a savior, in your mouths, has actually become a barbarian? A thief?"

"You bunch of vampires who only know how to sit in offices drinking coffee and playing capital games, what qualification do you have to insult him?!"

"Do you deserve to?!"

The whole scene fell into deathly silence.

The barrage in the livestream stopped.

Even those Western experts who were originally clamoring were stunned by this deafening rebuke.

They looked at the woman on the screen who, to defend Jiang Chen, disregarded her image and was even somewhat hysterical, and an inexplicable fear welled up in their hearts.

That was not a shrew cursing in the street.

That was truth roaring.

Jiang Chen sat on the sofa, watching the back figure standing in front of him.

Slender, yet as firm as a mountain.

He had never seen Academician Chen Shuyin like this before.

In his impression, this female academician was always rational, calm, and even a bit detached. She cared more about data than people, and more about experiments than life.

But right now.

She was like a madwoman, for his sake, on this global livestream stage, openly tearing off the mask and offending the entire Western world.

"Old Chen..."

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, and a soft spot in his heart was hit hard. It was warm. A little sour.

"Hoo..."

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, perhaps tired from scolding, or perhaps her emotions had reached a critical point.

She turned her head and glanced at Jiang Chen.

In those eyes, there was no longer the ferocity from before, only a heartbreaking grievance and heartache. It was as if she were saying: You are so capable, why do you have to suffer this kind of indignity?

Afterwards.

She turned back, facing the camera, and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

That calm, rational, and ruthless chief scientist was back.

"Since you like to engage in blockades and sanctions so much."

Academician Chen Shuyin's voice returned to being icy, every word like a steel nail hitting an ice surface:

"Very well."

"On behalf of the Chenxing Technology Technical Department, I officially announce—"

"From this second on, we will establish a 'Technical Blacklist' system."

"Any individual, organization, media, as well as the relevant national institutions they belong to, who has ever slandered or insulted Mr. Jiang Chen in public..."

She extended her finger, pointing through the air at the reporter's face:

"Will be permanently blacklisted!"

"From now on, all products from Chenxing Technology, whether it's life-saving medicine or future spaceships, even a single screw!"

"We will absolutely not sell to you!"

"We won't sell for any amount of money! Even if you kneel and beg us, we won't sell!"

"Don't want to use the 'barbarian's' technology? Fine, then you can hold onto your so-called 'civilization' and wait to die!"

After speaking.

Academician Chen Shuyin slammed the tablet shut, making a crisp "snap" sound.

"Now, you can get lost."

The livestream signal was forcibly cut off by her at this moment.

The screen went black.

But the boiling of the whole world had just begun.

In the villa living room, it was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard.

Academician Chen Shuyin stood in place, her shoulders still rising and falling slightly with her breath. That outburst had exhausted all her strength, and only now did she feel her hands and feet go soft, and her cheeks were burning hot.

"That... I..."

She lowered her head in a panic, not daring to look into Jiang Chen's eyes, "Was I... was I a bit too impulsive? Will it affect the company's strategic layout?"

After all, as a rational scientist, this kind of emotional declaration of war was simply the Waterloo of a career.

A warm, large hand gently pressed onto the top of her head.

Jiang Chen stood up and smoothed out her messy hair, his voice unbelievably gentle:

"Impulsive?"

"No."

"Old Chen, you were just... incredibly cool just now."

Academician Chen Shuyin lifted her head, just in time to bump into Jiang Chen's smiling eyes.

Their gazes intertwined, and the temperature in the air began to rise rapidly. That sense of tacit understanding like surviving a disaster, and the palpitation of being protected and favored, made Academician Chen Shuyin's brain instantly turn into mush.

She subconsciously wanted to lean into Jiang Chen's embrace.

However.

Just when the atmosphere was perfect and something was about to happen.

"Zzz—"

In the corner of the living room, that holographic projection device, which had been in standby mode, suddenly started automatically without warning.

A faint blue beam of light hit the wall next to them.

The light and shadow twisted, and the image gradually cleared.

It was the world of the Wasteland.

Jiang Wanqiu was sitting on a throne made of mutant beast bones, holding a cup of red liquid in her hand (probably some kind of energy drink, but it looked like blood).

In front of her, a screen was floating, playing... exactly the replay of Jiang Chen's livestream from just now.

Moreover, the image was frozen at the exact moment Academician Chen Shuyin blocked in front of Jiang Chen, pointing at the camera and yelling, "Who dares insult him!"

"Crack."

The cup in Jiang Wanqiu's hand shattered.

Red liquid flowed down her fair fingers, dripping onto the pitch-black combat armor, appearing exceptionally glaring.

She slowly lifted her head.

In those ruby-like eyes, there was no longer the joy and shyness she usually had when seeing the Father God.

Replacing it was a bone-chilling, soul-freezing—deathly silence.

She looked at Academician Chen Shuyin standing beside Jiang Chen, her lips curling up bit by bit, revealing an extremely dangerous, extremely yandere smile:

"Is this that..."

"The auntie who fixes the sewers?"

"Father God, you have deceived Wanqiu... so bitterly."