My Online Girlfriend Has a Twin Sister

"Ningning, no matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side. That’s a promise, even if you grow to hate me someday," Chen Yuan said, his tone completely serious.

A sudden silence fell over the living room.

Jiangg Ning didn’t understand the hidden meaning behind his words. She just glanced at him without saying anything.

In reality, Chen Yuan wasn’t just making some vague, ethereal promise. He was suddenly thinking about Jiangg Ruxue’s situation again. ’When the sisters find out what’s happened to their family, they’re going to be devastated.’

Chen Yuan didn’t know what he could do, but he promised himself he would be there for them, no matter what.

If there was pain, he would share the burden.

’That’s the responsibility of a proper boyfriend.’

...

At eleven o’clock at night, the city’s daytime bustle gave way to nightlife. Most of the corporate drones were already tucked in bed, ready for a good night’s rest.

Now that they were back in Lanjing, Jiangg Ning wasn’t acting so distant, which put Chen Yuan in a fantastic mood. He even hummed a tune as he washed the dishes in the kitchen.

He already had a plan.

’Later, I’ll tell Jiangg Yao I’m going to my room to sleep alone. Then I’ll just toss my phone on the bed and ignore her calls and texts. I mean, I haven’t slept in over ten hours. It’d be perfectly normal for me to just pass out, right?’

’Tomorrow, I’ll just say I passed out the second I hit the bed and forgot to even shower. Jiangg Yao won’t be too suspicious.’

’Which means tonight... I can be alone with Ningning, sharing a bed, sleeping under the same covers...’

At this thought, Chen Yuan couldn’t help but rub his hands together in anticipation.

’Yaoyao is all the way in Tokyo. The world is my oyster; there’s no one here to stop me.’

’I can do whatever I want, can’t I?’

At that thought, Chen Yuan couldn’t help but wash the dishes faster. By the time he’d finished everything and was drying his hands in the living room, Jiangg Ning had already gone into the bedroom.

Chen Yuan let out a few fake coughs and, affecting a questioning tone, started toward the bedroom, calling out softly as he went.

"Ningning? Ningning... where are you?"

But when he got to the bedroom, he froze. The door was shut tight.

"Ningning? Jiangg Ning???"

Chen Yuan tried the handle. CLICK. To his astonished disbelief, he found the door was locked from the inside. It wouldn’t budge.

"What is it?"

Her questioning voice came, muffled, from behind the door.

"Why’d you lock the door?"

"Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to sleep."

"You don’t need to lock the door to sleep. It’s just the two of us home, it’s not like there’s any danger. Who are you trying to keep out?"

"I think you know perfectly well."

"Hey? You can’t be serious. That’s a little hurtful. Didn’t I already promise I wouldn’t do anything?"

"It’s because I know *exactly* what you want to do that... you should go wash up and head to bed. Bye-bye. I’m going to sleep now."

After she said that, there was nothing but silence from inside, no matter how many times Chen Yuan called out. It seemed Jiangg Ning had really gone to bed.

Though filled with a million frustrations, Chen Yuan could only return to his own room, dejected. He let out a sigh and went back alone.

Inside the room, Jiangg Ning was huddled under the covers, her hands clutching the blanket nervously as she glanced toward the door from time to time. Her feelings at that moment were likely far more tangled and complicated than a knotted ball of yarn.

’It’s not that I don’t want him to stay with me for the night...’

...

「The next morning.」

A video posted in the dead of night had, after brewing for just a few hours, already broken eight million views. And with various content farms fanning the flames, that number was still climbing.

A related hashtag had also appeared on Weibo’s trending list—a list followed by tens of millions—and its popularity was skyrocketing.

Perhaps not even the original poster had expected such an explosive result.

Instantly, countless rubberneckers joined the fray, sharing the video and sparking discussions in every group chat. It wasn’t for a lack of other news—in fact, there had just been a sudden earthquake in the mountains, a revolutionary AI product had been launched, and a war was raging overseas. All these major events were far more important than a piece of social gossip.

But the headline was just too sensational. Anyone who saw it felt an irresistible urge to click.

"Forty-Year-Old ’Beauty Chairman’ of Famous Corporation Accused of Sexual Assault, Abuse Allegedly Spanned Two Years!!!"

A female chairman? Accused of sexual assault?

Those two phrases alone were explosive enough.

And that wasn’t all. After clicking the link, people found even more shocking details—the company in question was a second-tier national brand that had been popular for a long time. It was still active with livestream shopping recently, its products visible on all major e-commerce platforms.

Then there was the video itself: a quiet, fragile-looking woman with bruises on her face, tearfully recounting her ordeal over the past two years. She looked so pitiful it would stir compassion in anyone’s heart.

All these different factors, combined with the pent-up frustration and pain that many office workers feel from their own oppressive workplaces, made the story incredibly relatable.

It was no wonder the video went viral.

At seven in the morning, Jiangg Ruxue’s office was filled with every core team member she trusted. Everyone was talking over each other, the din almost loud enough to blow the roof off.

"Is there even a question? I’ve had a bad feeling about this Assistant Qin for a long time. She puts on this innocent little act, but who can’t see she’s a total ’green tea’? She’s used to throwing her weight around using the boss’s authority. We’ve seen her type a million times, haven’t we? She’s a corporate spy, planted here! This whole product incident was deliberately orchestrated by someone, and she was their inside woman!" a sharp, capable-looking woman with short hair slammed her hand on the table.

"Now that you mention it, that’s entirely possible. I remember now! That product update proposal six months ago—she put a *lot* of effort into that. I remember thinking, ’Why is this useless eye candy suddenly working so hard?’ I knew something was fishy."

"It’s too late for all that now. The video’s already out, and the view count is insane. The company’s problems are one thing, but President Jiangg’s personal reputation is another. So what if she’s a corporate spy? What does that change? In the end, we’re the ones who let a viper into our nest."

"We have a problem, so we need to solve it. Arguing is pointless. We need to list out every crisis we’re facing, prioritize them, and discuss them one by one. If we’re going to put out this fire, we need a plan," a man in a striped shirt said in a low, steady voice. "All of you need to understand something. There are over a hundred employees sleeping on the floor just outside this office. I had to tiptoe on my way in so I wouldn’t wake them."

By this point, there was no need for discussion. Even though Jiangg Ruxue’s mind was in such turmoil that she felt utterly lost, she was finally starting to see the full picture.

This whole incident was a conspiracy targeting Meiruxue Company. The scheme had been set in motion long ago with one goal: to destroy the company completely and drag her down with it, ensuring she could never recover.

There was never anything wrong with the products, either.

The contract she had personally signed off on, the one for the replacement ingredient, couldn’t have caused allergic reactions. Those hundreds of complaints were all from notorious "professional complainers," paid to deliberately make Jiangg Ruxue believe there was a problem with all her products.

Then, in an attempt to mitigate the damage, she had halted all orders and issued full refunds.

That meant no capital could flow back in, triggering a financial crisis within the company. But where would she get the money to plug such a hole? The investors’ money had already been squandered. This would inevitably expose the falsified accounts. The investors, realizing too late they’d been duped, would then sue Meiruxue Company.

Public opinion was already turning against the company, and now someone had used Assistant Qin to deliver the finishing blow.

Now, she wasn’t just facing a lawsuit. If the court ruled against her, she would be facing jail time.

As the thoughts raced through her mind, Jiangg Ruxue clenched her jaw so tightly her teeth ached. ’The person behind this wants me dead and buried.’

"Negotiate! We have to negotiate with the investors! As long as they drop the lawsuit, I’ll pay any price. Go contact them, now!"

"It’s too late, President Jiangg. I just got a call... your personal assets have been frozen. Your brother said he couldn’t reach you, so he called me..."

"What?!" Jiangg Ruxue shot to her feet.