Chapter 115.2: Filming Begins, a Delivery Arrives
Monday.
Early in the morning, Lin Jiashi woke up to a baffling sight: several large trucks parked along the road outside his villa.
He stared, stunned, as workers began unloading box after box onto the ground.
His confusion turned to shock—how had they even managed to open the outer gate and drive onto the property?
To maintain his privacy, Lin Jiashi had chosen to live in a self-built villa on the outskirts of town. It was remote, with no neighbors nearby, ensuring no one would notice his comings and goings.
Now, with anger boiling inside him, Lin Jiashi called the police while storming downstairs. He marched up to the scene, his voice cold and sharp:
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
Hearing the sharp voice, the workers unloading the goods turned in confusion to look at Lin Jiashi, then glanced toward the driver in front, who had been directing them where to place the boxes.
Noticing their uncertain glances, Lin Jiashi stared straight at the driver. “You’re in charge here?”
Before the driver could respond, Lin Jiashi launched into a furious tirade:
“Do you even realize you’re trespassing on private property? That’s illegal. And what the hell are you unloading at my front door? I’ve already called the police. If you remove everything immediately, I might consider letting this go.”
Frankly, he didn’t even care what they were delivering.
The driver waited for Lin Jiashi to finish venting before calmly replying, “Mr. Lin, no need to get so worked up. We’re just here to deliver your order.”
“As for the gate—was there a gate?” the driver added with a puzzled expression. “We followed the address we were given, and the road was completely open. We drove right in without any problem.”
Lin Jiashi suddenly remembered: the sponsor had driven himself over last night without an assistant. It made perfect sense that he wouldn’t bother to close the gate after opening it. And Lin himself had been too exhausted to get up and close it later.
But that wasn’t the point.
“The delivery?!” Lin Jiashi’s eyes finally fell on the boxes already placed on the ground. Seeing the company logo printed on them, he suddenly recalled—this was the brand of tissues he had endorsed not long ago.
Realization hit.
He had requested a refund on this order.
Scrambling to check his phone, Lin Jiashi pulled up the refund page. His face darkened as he saw the “Refund Denied” notice.
After submitting the refund request, he had forgotten about it entirely—never expecting the company to have already processed and shipped the order. The merchant had declined the cancellation.
Seeing Lin Jiashi’s expression shift as he stared at his phone, the driver turned and said to the workers, “Keep going.”
“Wait!” Lin Jiashi snapped.
Lin Jiashi pulled up the address he had entered when faking his sales numbers and shoved the screen in front of the driver’s face. “You’ve got the wrong address! I didn’t order this.”
The company had briefed the delivery crew beforehand. Without even glancing at the phone, the driver replied directly, “There’s no mistake. The account used for the purchase is indeed tied to you, Mr. Lin. We’re just the delivery service. If there’s a problem, please contact the seller directly—we’re just doing our job.”
The driver honestly didn’t understand why the person living here, who was clearly named Lin Jiashi, would use his own name and address to place an order and then act like he didn’t know anything about it.
He also didn’t get why a routine delivery job came with instructions to pose as a third-party service—and why cameras were installed in front of each delivery truck window to record the whole thing.
Having said his part, the driver gestured, and the workers continued unloading box after box of tissues.
“Stop!”
“Didn’t you hear me say stop?!”
“Damn it…”
Alone, Lin Jiashi couldn’t stop them. The ground was quickly covered with mountains of tissue boxes.
There were a lot of workers, all experienced—but even so, it took quite a while because the shipment was huge. By the time the final trucks had finished stacking boxes all over Lin Jiashi’s front yard, the police had arrived.
At first, Lin Jiashi had tried to stop them, but he’d been overwhelmed. Eventually, he just gave up in despair.
The moment he saw the police car pull up, Lin Jiashi rushed over, practically shouting, “You’re finally here! Please, make them take all this stuff away!”
One of the officers got out and asked, “You’re the one who called this in?”
“Yes, I did!” Lin Jiashi nodded eagerly.
The driver also stepped forward and calmly explained everything, just as the company had instructed.
Five minutes later, after hearing the full story, the police officer gave Lin Jiashi a deadpan look and said:
“You ordered these items yourself. They’re just delivering to the address you gave. There’s no violation here.”
Lin Jiashi wanted to say he didn’t make the purchase—but he knew that if things escalated and the police got involved further, they could easily verify that the funds and account name used for the order did, in fact, belong to him. That was an undeniable fact.
He had acted impulsively, calling the police without fully understanding the situation after seeing all those people outside.
Now that the police were already here, he didn’t dare cancel the report midway. But seeing that the officers weren’t going to help him drive the workers away, he could only mumble, “I already applied for a refund.”
The driver replied, “Mr. Lin, let’s be reasonable. When you applied for a refund, the goods had already been shipped.”
But the delivery information wasn’t even supposed to be under his real name or address!
Lin Jiashi could only scream internally—he didn’t dare say any of that out loud in front of the police.
His hesitance and dodging looked like guilt in the eyes of the officers. They continued asking questions, but Lin Jiashi just stammered and wouldn’t give a clear answer. In the end, he insisted it was all a misunderstanding and got a stern lecture from the police.
After the police left, the driver and the workers returned to their truck and drove off.
Back at the company, the driver handed over the memory cards from the truck cameras to their supervisor.
Following the boss’s instructions, the transport department supervisor gave the footage to the staff running the company’s social media accounts.
The seller wasn’t stupid—there was no way Shen Xiu would personally buy tissues to boost Lin Jiashi’s sales.
More importantly, the IP address used to place the order matched the IP tied to Lin Jiashi’s Weibo account exactly. Who else could it be but him?
And to top it off, Lin Jiashi’s fans were just as bizarre as he was. It was the first time the company had encountered someone trying to return tissues after purchasing them.
He had taken the endorsement fee and was still trying to scam the company—if the product’s return rate got too high, it could hurt the store’s star rating. The seller definitely wasn’t going to let that slide.
The footage from the delivery scene was quickly edited and submitted to marketing accounts.
After the marketing accounts posted about the incident, it didn’t take long for netizens to identify Lin Jiashi based on his clothing and hair color, even though the images had been blurred.
A quick search confirmed that Lin Jiashi had indeed endorsed that particular tissue brand not long ago.
In fact, the day after the endorsement was officially announced, his fans had been all over social media, proudly sharing screenshots of “sales exploding” and how Lin Jiashi was “starting from the bottom and succeeding.”
Sharp-eyed users then noticed that the delivery address—partially censored by the seller on purpose—matched the villa Shen Xiu had once taken his teammates to during their training camp.
One thread of gossip led to a whole vine of drama. And since Shen Xiu was involved, online excitement only grew.
— This camera angle is so clear—definitely filmed by the seller themselves during delivery.
— Multiple truckloads of toilet paper? So this is what ‘starting from the bottom’ means? Lin Jiashi 666! This is a legendary move in the world of endorsements—absolutely one-of-a-kind.
— Is he insane? He used my Xiu-baby’s name and address? He really tried to send that stuff to Shen Xiu’s house? How dare he—@ShenXiu it’s is terrifying.
— Shen Xiu buying tissues to boost Lin Jiashi’s sales? That’s rich. As if. Poor Xiu-baby. @ShenXiu
— Waiting for the outcome of this mess…
— I’m literally rolling on the floor laughing. Lin Jiashi and Party A are a whole new level of ridiculous. One dares to fake sales, the other dares to actually ship the stuff? Legendary ‘Hidden Dragon and Phoenix Chic’ combo.
— There’s no conclusion yet. My baby hasn’t said anything, and y’all are just believing the brand’s side of the story? Not all public spats mean people aren’t friends in private. Why couldn’t it be Shen Xiu buying the stuff for him?
— Party A: What do you want me to do? I already paid someone to deliver it—am I supposed to take the loss myself?
— Party A: “Heh, didn’t see that coming, huh? You tried to screw me over, but I outplayed you.” (insert dog-head emoji)
— Verdict rendered: this is now a world where only Lin Jiashi gets hurt, LOL.
Lin Jiashi’s actions—spending his own money to fake his sales numbers, failing to get a refund, and even filling in Shen Xiu’s name and address—were just too bizarre. There was no way this wasn’t going to trend on the hot search.
Fans of Shen Xiu, along with curious onlookers, all started tagging Shen Xiu and his studio, warning him to be careful of Lin Jiashi.
—
At noon, Shen Xiu finished class and stayed seated, dawdling. He was hoping to wait until all his classmates left before getting up to leave. He dragged it out for over a minute—but not a single one of the fifteen students in class made a move.
So… should he go first?
Shen Xiu finally stood up with his books in hand, ready to step out of his seat, when a classmate, Jiang Wan, spoke up.
“Shen Xiu, did you know that Lin Jiashi used your name and address for his purchase?”
Hearing this, Shen Xiu was suddenly grateful he hadn’t taken that first step—otherwise he might have stumbled right there.
He turned toward Jiang Wan and, confused, replied,
“No. I didn’t.”
The moment he said that, several classmates—who’d been secretly scrolling through their phones during class to keep up with the drama—chimed in all at once:
“Told you! There’s no way Shen Xiu would buy that stuff for Lin Jiashi!”
“Exactly! What are Lin Jiashi’s fans still trying to argue for?”
“They’re not even on the same level. How dare they try to use Shen Xiu for clout? Unreal.”
Hearing all the chatter, Shen Xiu quietly powered on his phone, which had been turned off for class, and opened Weibo.
Clicking into the trending topic, it took him less than five minutes to grasp the full scope of the situation.
When he was done, Shen Xiu sat there full of question marks.
He remembered the last time Lin Jiashi had come to the classroom door and stopped him—only apologizing to him, and not to the classmates who had also been stopped. Shen Xiu frowned slightly at the thought.
Shen Xiu was very concerned about Lin Jiashi’s mental state.
Of course, Shen Xiu wasn’t worried for Lin Jiashi himself, but rather for the people—like himself—who were essentially strangers, yet still ended up being harassed or dragged into Lin Jiashi’s mess.
Shen Xiu opened Baidu and began searching…
After the classmates finished talking, they finally noticed Shen Xiu silently staring at his phone, brows slightly furrowed, his fingers quickly typing something on the screen.
Looking at Shen Xiu’s cold expression and sharp brows, everyone silently came to the same conclusion:
Shen Xiu must be angry.
Maybe he was contacting his lawyer, asking how to make Lin Jiashi back off for good.
Shen Xiu found the number he wanted, copied it, pasted it into a Weibo post, typed a few words, and hit send.
@Shen Xiu: Please contact 400-13536-275748. Wishing you a speedy recovery, @Lin Jiashi.
