Even though Xu Lili didn’t know who the man was, she could tell he had come for Song Chutong—most likely one of her relatives.
She had felt a little intimidated at first, but after recalling what Song Chutong had just done, her confidence returned.
“Song Chutong threw all our things onto the floor and even said she wants to kick us out. Why should we agree to that? The dorm was assigned by the unit—she has no right to drive us away.”
“Tongtong, is that true?”
Wei Heng looked at Song Chutong, who stood there small and quiet across from him.
To be honest, he was well aware of his cousin’s spoiled and willful personality. But what that girl had just said sounded overly domineering—‘just wait and see’? What was that supposed to mean?
Even though he knew Song Chutong could be overbearing, right now he only wanted to stand up for her.
Despite the irritation in his heart, he needed a reason to act. The subtle look on his face made it clear—no matter what she said, he would believe her.
Before Song Chutong could even speak, the other two roommates cut in:
“It’s true! Don’t think we’re bullying her. All the stuff on the floor is ours. First she targeted Song Weiran today, and now she’s picking on us in the dorm. We didn’t do anything at all!”
Song Chutong didn’t stop them.
If an outsider heard this, they’d definitely think she was exactly as terrible as they described. When one person is accused by many, people naturally assume that person must be the problem.
But this was her own cousin.
Song Chutong was the only girl in the Wei family. From Grandpa Wei down to her twin cousins—who were only a year older than her—they had all doted on her since childhood.
So when these accusations reached the ears of people who were already on her side, they didn’t sound like justice at all.
If anything, being ganged up on like this only made it seem like Song Chutong was the one being isolated.
After the three of them finished criticizing her one by one, Song Chutong finally spoke, her expression aggrieved:
“Third Brother, I didn’t throw their things around randomly. That’s my locker. If there are items in it that don’t belong to me, I have the right to clear them out.”
“As for why their things are in my locker… I guess it’s because they think I’m alone and can’t stand up against the six of them…” Her gaze dimmed slightly. “They also like taking my things. They even swapped out my shoes.”
“That’s nonsense! You agreed to swap shoes with me!”
“Yeah! And didn’t you willingly let us use your locker? When did you suddenly forget?”
“You were the one who said you had too many things and that we could use them!”
Facing all the accusations, Song Chutong bit her lip, lowered her head, and said softly:
“…Fine. I agreed to all of it.”
Alright, fine—she’d admit it.
But her admission only made her roommates more agitated. Seeing her act pitiful, Xu Lili grew even angrier.
“You agreed to it in the first place—so what are you pretending for now? When have we ever bullied you?”
“But I just said it—I did agree to it myself…”
Song Chutong blinked her pretty eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn’t squeeze out a single tear. She couldn’t help but think—this ‘playing innocent’ trick really works… I’m just not quite skilled at it yet.
How did Song Weiran manage to cry on cue every time?
“Enough.”
Wei Zhi, standing at the door, had had enough. He walked in and glanced at Wei Heng.
“Brother, go find Dad.”
Wei Heng still wanted to say a few more words, but Wei Zhi had always had a short temper.
“I said go, so go.”
Wei Heng reached out and patted Song Chutong’s round little head.
“Got it. You want your own room, right? Wait here for me.”
The man who had just been cold and intimidating suddenly seemed like a completely different person—as if the one silently scrutinizing the girls earlier wasn’t him at all.
Without Song Chutong needing to say much, Wei Heng had already left. The one who stayed behind was her youngest cousin, Wei Zhi.
Like their youngest uncle Wei Ying, he was the youngest among his generation—and just as hot-tempered. He walked straight up to Xu Lili.
“What’s your name?”
Xu Lili didn’t dare answer, but Song Chutong helpfully spoke up, “Xu Lili. Fourth Brother, do you remember Uncle Xu?”
She was referring to Xu Lili’s father, a company commander.
Of course, Wei Zhi didn’t remember—but he knew exactly how to put people in their place.
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Probably not important. My memory’s not great—I don’t bother remembering just anyone.”
With his hands in his pockets, he bent slightly and gave Xu Lili a careful look, then straightened and tilted his chin at her.
“But I’ll remember your face. If Tongtong gets bullied in the dance team again, I’ll come looking for you.”
Blunt, domineering, and completely unreasonable.
Xu Lili felt both angry and intimidated. Her tall build meant nothing in front of Wei Zhi. Everything she had just used to threaten Song Chutong was now being thrown right back at her.
“There are plenty of people who don’t like Song Chutong—”
She cut herself off midway when she saw Song Weiran walk in, immediately shooting her a pleading look.
Song Weiran hadn’t intended to step in, but after a moment’s thought, she did anyway.
“Fourth Brother, it’s not like that… Maybe I upset Tongtong, and that’s why she suddenly lashed out in the dorm. I’m sorry—it’s my fault.”
Wei Zhi had always had a good impression of Song Weiran, so he restrained his temper slightly.
“We’ll talk about you and Tongtong later. Which dorm are you in? Not the same as hers?”
Song Weiran had always been sensible. She never fought over Song Chutong’s things, and being only a year younger, Wei Zhi didn’t have any complaints about her. If anything, he thought she could help look after Song Chutong.
Song Chutong sighed inwardly. Her fourth brother had a bad temper but was painfully straightforward—no wonder he couldn’t see through Song Weiran’s act.
She stepped forward and smiled generously.
“Alright, I forgive you. But, little sister… do you really think I got angry for no reason?”
Calling her “little sister” in such a sweet tone made Song Chutong herself feel a chill down her spine. Acting like this really does take talent…
Song Weiran hadn’t expected the question to be thrown back at her. She couldn’t say it was for no reason—but if she admitted that, she’d offend Xu Lili and the others.
“I don’t really understand what happened inside your dorm… I was just worried Tongtong might take her anger out on innocent people.”
Wei Zhi let out a cold laugh, clearly done listening.
“They’re not innocent.”
At that point, Xu Lili and the others understood—it didn’t matter what Song Weiran said. Song Chutong and her cousin were determined to deal with them.
Xu Lili shot Song Weiran a grateful look.
“Alright, Ranran. We’ll move out. You don’t need to speak up for us anymore—you might get dragged into this too.”
Whether they moved now or waited for Song Chutong’s other cousin to come back with official orders, the result would be the same—they were leaving.
Report it? File a complaint?
How naive.
If Song Chutong made a fuss, even the head of the troupe would have to give her some face.
And really—Song Chutong had completely dropped all pretense. Hadn’t she always acted like she’d never abuse her privilege?
All of that… was just an act.