Faced with Qiao Shutang’s proactive provocation, Feng Yiyao was completely dumbfounded.
She had deliberately screenshotted Qiao Shutang’s secondhand listings and chosen a crowded place to make the transaction, intending to humiliate her.
Who doesn’t love watching a cold, aloof heiress grovel after her fall from grace?
She’d even have to accept pity and charity from her former love rival.
Just thinking about it felt immensely satisfying!
The stage was set.
The timing was right.
So how had the prey launched a preemptive attack?
Feng Yiyao’s nose—freshly augmented in Korea—was practically crooked with rage.
“You—you dare call Duo-gege trash?”
Her voice was loud and shrill, immediately drawing a crowd of onlookers.
For a histrionic personality, the more people around, the more excited she got.
She craned her neck and looked down her nose at people.
“Qiao Shutang, if you can’t have him, you want to destroy him, is that it?”
“My Duo-gege is outstanding—handsome, and he got into grad school on recommendation. Girls line up for him one after another. Splashing mud on him won’t do you any good. The person he likes is me.”
This speech painted Qiao Shutang as a spiteful woman who turned love into hatred, drawing knowing smirks from the onlookers.
Qiao Shutang was about to retort when Jian Chu stepped forward and shielded her behind her back.
“Feng Yiyao, did you lose your memory?” She wore just the right amount of surprise and disdain. “When Jia Duo was passionately pursuing Shutang, you cried yourself half to death under your covers—forgotten all that?”
Having her dark history struck at the bull’s-eye by Jian Chu, Feng Yiyao immediately broke down.
“You’re full of crap! Duo-gege wasn’t pursuing her at all—he was just looking out for her a little, out of respect for her father.”
Jian Chu deliberately covered her mouth in an exaggerated laugh. “Oh really? Then what did he mean by sending milk tea to our entire dorm for no reason?”
Ning Zhenzhen waved her hands repeatedly. “My dad doesn’t have that kind of clout.”
This line had great comedic effect and drew a wave of laughter.
Feng Yiyao forced an explanation: “He’s a student council officer—it must have been for a student council event. Don’t flatter yourselves.”
“Anyway, he’s my boyfriend now. Qiao Shutang, you stay away from him!”
Qiao Shutang’s smile carried a blatant trace of mockery.
Jia Duo was clearly the one who came looking for her every other day, and she did her utmost to avoid him—yet Feng Yiyao accused her of being the other woman.
Well, then it was time for magic versus magic.
“No can do. He still owes my Qiao family over 300,000 yuan! If you want me to stay away from him, then you pay off his debt for him.”
Feng Yiyao’s family was comfortably well-off, with monthly allowance of thirty to fifty thousand.
But pulling out 300,000 in one go still stung.
Her voice was like a squeaky toy being stepped on.
“Three… hundred thousand? Why don’t you just go rob a bank?”
“Well, that’s because your Feng family doesn’t have the chops to open a bank.” Qiao Shutang fired back.
Her roommates only knew that Qiao Shutang and Jia Duo had dealings—they had no idea there was a financial dispute involved. Hearing such a large figure come out of Qiao Shutang’s mouth, their eyes went wide.
Jian Chu asked in earnest, “Feng Yiyao, did Jia Duo send you here to settle his accounts? Using the pretense of a lovers’ quarrel so he doesn’t have to pay back the money?”
Ning Zhenzhen looked at Jian Chu and said weakly, “Don’t say that. Three hundred thousand is a huge sum for anyone.”
Qiao Shutang said, “Who are you looking down on? Miss Feng here bought out all my listings in one go—over a hundred thousand, you know!”
Then she looked at Feng Yiyao. “Miss Feng, are you still buying?”
Jian Chu smiled like a demon. “Buy, buy! I’m planning to base a novel on you. I’ll call it I Pick Up Trash at C University. Guaranteed hit.”
Feng Yiyao felt like someone had set off firecrackers inside her head, crackling and popping chaotically.
“Ganging up when you’ve got the numbers,” she raised a finger, pointing at each person one by one, “Not a single good person in your dorm!”
Zong Muli squeezed out from the crowd: “Lì-jie said something that makes sense—anyone named Yaoyao, how could they be a good person?”
This line was originally just for show effect, not meant to sweep an entire group, but in this situation, Zong Muli’s use of it was devastating.
Another wave of laughter erupted on the scene.
Feng Yiyao couldn’t save face, and her mouth started spewing nonsense.
“A shallow pond breeds many turtles, ugly people cause all the trouble!”
Someone said: “Qiao Shutang is the school beauty, you know.”
Feng Yiyao planted her hands on her hips and stamped her feet: “Hmph, school beauty my ass! She’s got thin branches and big fruit—she definitely had work done.”
The phrase “thin branches and big fruit” was quite vivid.
Qiao Shutang had an A4 waist and an oversized cup—her figure was off the charts.
Hearing her rival praise her like that, she actually felt a little embarrassed.
“Seems like you’re very experienced with plastic surgery—been flying to Korea a lot, haven’t you?”
Feng Yiyao was sporting a plastic surgery face but refused to admit it.
“I’m naturally beautiful. Stop being jealous of me.”
Qiao Shutang extended a finger and did a pig-nose gesture.
“Dare to do it?”
Feng Yiyao immediately wore a constipated expression.
She muttered inwardly—how did Qiao Shutang know she’d just gotten her nose done?
“Do it together.” The three roommates deliberately leaned forward, surrounding Feng Yiyao and doing the pig-nose gesture.
Full of provocation.
Someone in the crowd egged her on.
“Don’t be a coward, Miss Feng.”
“Show them.”
“What’s real can’t be faked.”
This was practically roasting her over a fire.
Her face twisted as she hurled insults at Qiao Shutang: “You surnamed Qiao—your parents are both labor camp prisoners, what do you have to be proud of?”
When she couldn’t win an argument, she dragged in someone’s parents—pretty classless.
Especially since Qiao Shutang’s parents’ lawsuit was still in the appeals period.
A graceful figure flashed out from the crowd.
The next second, a loud slap landed on Feng Yiyao’s face.
“Let me cure you.”
Liang Jiaxin had slapped so hard that her entire palm was red.
Her body was still trembling slightly.
Her boyfriend Lv Boyuan considerately rubbed her hand: “Baby, don’t be angry, don’t be angry.”
Feng Yiyao wanted to hit back, but the other girl’s boyfriend was on the school basketball team—tall and imposing.
She didn’t dare.
Suffocating with frustration, tears rolled down in big drops.
“Don’t you leave—I’m calling the police.”
Liang Jiaxin wasn’t the least bit intimidated: “Go ahead, call them. Perfect for charging you with insult and defamation.”
“You’re all ganging up on me—I’m the victim here.”
“Those who are righteous receive much help; those who are unrighteous receive little. Feng Yiyao, maybe it’s just that you’re too unpopular?” Liang Jiaxin pointed into the crowd, “Even your own boyfriend won’t help you.”
When she and Lv Boyuan had arrived, they’d spotted Jia Duo mixed in with the crowd wearing a mask.
Who knew how long he’d been watching coldly from the sidelines.
Being called out publicly by Liang Jiaxin, Jia Duo shrank back a little.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he took off his mask and stepped forward.
Jia Duo had a refined, fair appearance, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, with a clear academic air about him.
Liang Jiaxin questioned him agitatedly: “Both of us only got to study because Uncle Qiao sponsored us. Now his daughter is being bullied by your girlfriend, and you’re playing the shrinking turtle?”