Jiang Yixuan stood on the steps, brandishing a bucket of filthy mop water from the bathroom. She looked furious, as if splashing wasn’t enough—so she hurled the entire bucket at Qiao Yue.
“Bang!”
“Ah!”
The clang of the bucket hitting the car mixed with Qiao Yue’s screams.
Qiao Chu quickly pulled back, nearly getting out of the car herself.
Qiao Yue was soaked through, looking like a drenched chicken. Jiang Yixuan towered over her, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jiang Yue? Why is it you? Where’s Qiao Chu?”
She had recognized Qiao Chu’s license plate and had waited all morning—turns out she threw water at the wrong person.
Qiao Yue fumed, nostrils flaring, eyes practically shooting flames.
“Jiang Yixuan, who do you think you are, daring to question me? I’ve told you countless times, my surname is Qiao, not Jiang! Stop falsely claiming family ties!”
She had gotten up early to put on makeup and spent thousands on designer clothes and accessories—now ruined by a single splash!
She had no idea what kind of disgusting, black, stinking water that wretch had used. The crowd gathering around made her wish she could just sink into the ground.
But there was no way she could let Jiang Yixuan off the hook!
“Let’s go! You’re coming with me to the Academic Affairs Office. I won’t allow the school to admit poorly-behaved special students—it’s unfair to the rest of us!”
Qiao Yue tried to drag Jiang Yixuan, but being pampered and delicate, she was no match for the hardworking, streetwise Jiang Yixuan.
Jiang Yixuan pushed Qiao Yue off the steps; she tumbled to the ground.
“Qiao Chu! I know you’re in the car—come out!”
“I just splashed you with wine yesterday, didn’t I? You humiliated me first, and now you’re getting the club to fire me? How cruel can you be?!”
Jiang Yixuan pointed to the still-untreated injury on her forehead, her cheap hostess uniform wrinkled and dirty, completely out of place among the neat and proper students of Dielun Academy.
“All because of you, the police almost sent me to the detention center. Do you know what I went through last night?!”
They had mistaken her for a streetwalker, repeatedly interrogating her. Some of the invasive questions were too shameful to even say aloud!
She had embarrassed herself in front of Shang Shixu, lost her job, and would be mocked by classmates today—all thanks to Qiao Chu!
Qiao Chu was internally thunderstruck.
Even if she had indeed cleaned up the protagonist at the club, the fact that Jiang Yixuan spent a night in detention was entirely the fault of that big fool Shang Shixu.
And yet it was being pinned on her? Truly, 666. Classic male-fawning, female-hating Mary Sue nonsense.
Wu Zhe furrowed his brow. “Miss, did she bully you last night?”
Dielun Academy actually admitted such aggressive troublemakers? He thought it might be necessary to reconsider the investment funding.
After all, the annual donations were meant for Miss to enjoy herself.
Qiao Chu snorted. “Bully me? That’s all she’s got? Please.”
Wu Zhe scanned the area, ensuring the danger had passed, and then escorted Qiao Chu out the back.
Jiang Yixuan, empty-handed, ground her teeth as she charged at Qiao Chu, rage written all over her face. To onlookers, she seemed like the real victim.
From behind some greenery, Shang Shixu silently watched his little sun charge into battle.
Even though he had been at the club last night, Jiang Yixuan’s courage and boldness moved him.
She was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers—willing to defy all injustice, even if it was like hitting a stone with an egg, with no regrets.
Why should Qiao Chu bully her? Jiang Yixuan was just born lucky, with a few measly cards in hand—her soul was far purer than Chu’s!
As an unacknowledged illegitimate child, Shang Shixu admired her fearlessness; her courage was the sunlight he could never reach.
He silently swore that one day, he would trample both Qiao Chu and Shang Shixu underfoot and give Jiang Yixuan the best of everything.
But could Jiang Yixuan actually reach Qiao Chu?
At the critical moment, Qiao Yue, sprawled on the ground, swung her leg out. Jiang Yixuan, caught off guard, tripped and fell hard—literally “eating dirt.”
And in the truest sense: she fell right where another Miss Fang’s dog had just… left a present, uncleaned.
Qiao Yue laughed heartily. “Jiang Yixuan, payback’s a bitch! Serves you right!”
Wu Zhe called security, who took both Jiang Yixuan and Qiao Yue away, concerned someone might cause more trouble. Only then did he safely escort Qiao Chu to her classroom.
No sooner had they left than the prim and proper young ladies surrounded her.
“Chuchu, that man just now… is he yours?”
“Oh, him? Wu Zhe. He’s my distant cousin.”
Qiao Chu, eager to get married, immediately began promoting her versatile steward to everyone.
“Career? He’s in finance, makes millions in minutes.”
“Hobby? He’s a masochist, loves kneeling on keyboards and little whips, very handy with his hands.”
“What? Marriage? He could be a live-in husband! I’ll prepare a dowry for him!”
Qiao Chu had just sold Wu Zhe.
Technically, she sold his contact info.
WeChat: 50,000; phone number: 100,000; personal introduction: 200,000.
Why leave money on the table? Though she was rich, who would turn down easy cash?
When Bolang entered the classroom, he found his desk completely surrounded.
His assigned partner, Qiao Chu, was enthusiastically pitching… a man? And a strange one at that.
Her curiosity was as usual—she’d even tolerated Shang Shixu’s annoying presence, so this little quirk was nothing.
“Uh, excuse me, this is my seat.”
Bolang was considered a school hunk at Dielun Academy—cheerful, outgoing, with a small entourage. Rumor had it, girls lined up from the south gate to the north gate to see him.
The chattering young ladies instantly went silent, returning politely to their seats.
Qiao Chu twitched her mouth. It’s just a handsome guy—why make such a fuss?
After all, she was the academy’s flower; boys never maintained decorum anyway. Only strong, assertive types came knocking. What a warped worldview.
Who writes these Mary Sue stories anyway? Could it be some bald, fat, middle-aged man?
Qiao Chu pushed her desk slightly aside, leaving a hand-width gap with Bolang.
No hidden meaning—cutting off men’s access to the goods was her pure dislike of them.
Moreover, on the first day, one of the boys Jiang Yixuan had provoked was Bolang. Qiao Chu knew in these novels, male and female leads go wild—best to stay out of the way.
Bolang looked puzzled but moved his desk closer to close the gap, lowering his voice. “Want to talk to them? After class, I’ll give you my seat.”
Although he didn’t like people touching his stuff, he made an exception for a new female desk partner.
Before he could finish, Ms. Regina, teaching International Finance, entered in high heels.
Qiao Chu: “…Thanks?”
She had gotten too carried away earlier and hadn’t noticed the class bell.
Bolang smiled faintly, scribbling a small note.
“Miss Qiao, only a verbal thank you? Can you do me a favor?”