The Leak
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_9:03 AM. Lu Mansion, Lu Tingxiao’s Study._
The notification lit up her phone. One line. No preview.
* New submission: Liver Regeneration Protocol – Anonymous*[bioRxiv]
Su Wan clicked it anyway. Bad habit.
The PDF opened.
Her diagrams. Her equations. The handwriting from her 2 AM lab notes. The failed mouse Trial 47 that she’d almost deleted. The human tissue data she’d only shared with Dr. Zhang for Su Chen’s consult.
Three years. All of it. Public. Timestamped.
At the top, in bold:
*Lead Researcher: Su Wan, Tsinghua University. Funded by Lu Corporation.*
Her stomach dropped to the floor.
“Wanwan.”
Lu Tingxiao was already at her side. He didn’t ask what happened. He just read her face and pulled the laptop toward him.
He scrolled. Once. Twice.
The temperature in the room changed. Not metaphorically. The AC had been on. Now it felt like winter.
“Zhao.” His voice was flat. No volume, but it cut through the air.
Secretary Zhao appeared in the doorway three seconds later. No knock. He never needed one.
“Sir.”
“Access logs. Her files. Who opened them in the last 48 hours?”
“Only you, me, and Dr. Zhang at First People’s Hospital,” Zhao said. “The copy sent for Su Chen’s surgical consult.”
“Bring Dr. Zhang here.”
“Sir, he’s in surgery—”
“Now.”
Zhao left. The door clicked shut.
Su Wan’s hands were shaking against her knees. “If this stays up, it looks like I sold this to you. Like I traded my name for your money. Like I’m not a real scientist. I worked for this, Tingxiao. I bled for this.”
“You did.” He knelt in front of her. Took her hands in his. His were steady, warm. Anchors. “And you’re not a fraud. Not to me. Not to anyone who matters.”
“The peer review will crucify me,” she whispered. “They’ll say Lu Corp bought the results. That I’m just the wife who got a title.”
“Then we retract it.” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll buy the server. Take it down. Sue for defamation. We can bury this by noon.”
“You can’t buy the truth.”
“I can buy time.” He dialed. “Wei. _Science China Life Sciences_. I want controlling shares. Today. Put the editor on the line.”
He hung up before she could stop him.
“Tingxiao, stop.” She caught his wrist. “If you throw money at this, you prove them right.”
He looked at her. Really looked. “What do you want then? Tell me, and I’ll do it. Or not do it.”
She thought of the lab. The smell of ethanol and coffee. The night she’d slept on the floor because the cell line finally differentiated. The way Su Chen had looked at her after his transplant and said, “Jie, you did it.”
“I want to defend it,” she said. “Myself. Open forum. Tsinghua. No Lu Corp logo. No legal team. Just the data and me.”
Lu Tingxiao was quiet for a long time.
“If they tear you apart—”
“Then I’ll rebuild.” She met his eyes. “Rule #10. We don’t do this alone. But this part is mine.”
A laugh from the doorway. Lu Qingshan had wheeled himself in. His eyes were sharp, alive. “That’s my granddaughter-in-law. Ripped up ¥4 billion and now she wants to fight the whole academic world.”
Lu Tingxiao stood. “If you do this, I can’t sit in the front row. I can’t send lawyers. I can’t even breathe too loud.”
“I know.”
“If they call you a liar—”
“Then I’ll show them I’m not.” She put her palm over his heart, right over the scar. “You taught me to stand. Let me stand.”
He closed his eyes. One breath. Two.
“Friday. 2 PM,” he said. “Lecture Hall 3. Tsinghua Medical School.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Not as Lu Tingxiao,” he said. “As your husband. And I promise I won’t interfere. I promise I won’t burn the building down. That’s all I can promise.”
She smiled. “That’s enough.”
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_Friday, 1:55 PM. Tsinghua Medical School, Lecture Hall 3._
The room was full to standing.
Professors with crossed arms. Students with phones recording. Reporters in the back. And in the last row, black cap pulled low, black hoodie, hands shoved in pockets: Lu Tingxiao. No entourage. No Zhao. Just him.
Su Wan walked to the podium in a white lab coat. No jewelry. No qipao. Just her and the laser pointer.
“My name is Su Wan,” she said. Voice steady. “Three years ago, my mother died of liver failure. Six months ago, my brother needed a transplant. Today, I’m going to show you how we grow a liver.”
She clicked the slide.
For ninety minutes, she didn’t look at the audience. She looked at the data. At the slides. At the science that had kept her alive when everything else fell apart.
When she finished, the room was silent.
Then one professor stood. Then two. Then the whole hall.
Standing ovation.
In the back, Lu Tingxiao didn’t clap. He just watched her. Like she’d hung the moon and put it back up again.
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