An Lili’s piercing mockery was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly drawing the attention of many classmates.
All eyes turned toward Yang Mian, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.
Just as Yang Mian clenched her fists, ready to sharply retort at An Lili, Xi Simeng stepped forward like a timely rain.
With a gentle smile as warm as spring sunlight, she softly said:
“It’s okay, Yang Mian. Don’t let someone like her ruin your mood. I’ll treat you to this meal.”
As she spoke, she reached out from behind Yang Mian, calmly took her meal card, and swiped it on the machine. A clear “beep” sounded—the payment went through, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.
Yang Mian looked at her gratefully, her eyes shining with sincerity.
“Thank you, Xi Simeng. You’re really such a good person.”
Xi Simeng waved her hand, her smile growing even brighter.
“No need to be so polite. We’re classmates—and deskmates too. Helping each other is perfectly normal.”
【Someone as kind and warm as Xi Simeng… how can she end up with such a short life? That makes no sense. Forget it. Since she treated me to a meal, I’ll protect her from now on. With me around, she’ll definitely be safe.】
Yang Mian silently made up her mind.
Xi Simeng, upon hearing her thoughts, was slightly stunned.
Just one meal and she’s already “bought over”? Isn’t she too easy to please?
However, when her gaze fell on Yang Mian’s slightly thin frame, a wave of pity rose in her heart. She secretly decided to buy more food for her in the future so she could eat well and no longer worry about basic needs.
The Class 13 students who witnessed this also felt emotional ripples in their hearts.
They thought privately:
So this is all it takes? Just a meal for this kind of “special treatment”? If I had known earlier, I would’ve swiped her card first. A meal for a life… that’s way too worth it.
At this moment, Yang Mian’s stomach was growling with hunger, and she no longer had the energy to deal with An Lili.
But letting her off so easily felt unsatisfying.
Her eyes turned, and she came up with an idea—she decided to disgust her a little.
She looked up at An Lili with an innocent expression and said:
“Lunch in the cafeteria doesn’t seem to have soy milk and fried dough sticks. Do you want someone to have them delivered to you?”
The moment those four words—soy milk and fried dough sticks—were mentioned, An Lili’s arrogant expression instantly turned pale.
She clenched her fists tightly, knuckles turning white, her heart filled with anger and humiliation.
The moment she recalled that unbearable breakfast, her stomach churned violently. Her previously strong appetite vanished instantly.
She shot a vicious glare at Yang Mian, as if wanting to tear her apart with her eyes, then turned and left in a hurry.
The girl who had come with her, Li Lanhui, was confused and quickly called out:
“Lili! Where are you going? You’re not eating anymore?”
An Lili, irritated, replied without turning her head:
“Not eating.”
Looking at An Lili’s fleeing figure, Yang Mian silently mocked her in her heart:
Serves her right. She must’ve been disgusted by eating too many soy milk and fried dough sticks this morning, that’s why she lost her appetite. Hmph. Who told you to have such a nasty mouth and mock me?
She carefully held her freshly served meal, treating it as the most precious thing in the world, planning to find a quiet corner to enjoy her hard-earned lunch.
However, fate never seemed to go easy on her.
At that moment, Yang Wenting stormed in like an enraged lioness, her face full of fury, her aura aggressive.
Before Yang Mian could react, she suddenly struck.
With a sharp swing of her arm, she slapped the tray out of Yang Mian’s hands.
Smack!
The tray crashed to the ground, and the food scattered everywhere, turning the scene into a mess.
Yang Wenting glared at her, eyes burning with rage, and cursed nonstop:
“All you ever think about is eating! Is that all that’s in your brain?!”
“Look at what you’ve done! You actually pushed your own sister down the stairs!”
“And now you still have the face to sit here and eat like nothing happened?!”
“Do you even have a conscience?! How did I end up giving birth to someone so vicious?! What sin did I commit?!”
Her voice grew sharper and more hysterical with each sentence, cutting through the noisy cafeteria and drawing everyone’s attention.
The so-called “fans” of Yang Huan immediately became excited, buzzing like they were on adrenaline.
“Come quickly! There’s a show! The board member herself is here to back Princess Yang Huan!”
At their shouting, countless eyes focused on the scene, and the atmosphere in the cafeteria grew even more tense.
Looking at her overturned meal—the lunch she had been looking forward to—Yang Mian’s eyes widened.
Rage ignited in her gaze, and her body trembled slightly from anger.
At the same time, the symbolic “bond” between her and Yang Wenting quietly dropped by 20%.
【Good. So you’re here to back up your mistress’s daughter.】
【Heh. I will never tell you that the daughter you cherish so much is actually the child of your husband and the maid.】
【Yang Huan is actually Yang Wencheng’s biological daughter—she’s not some fake heiress at all. And I have no relation to her whatsoever. We are not even the same father.】
The Class 13 group chat immediately became active again.
Fang Lian: [What insane gossip is this? So Yang Huan is Yang Mian’s half-sister, but the board members don’t even know the truth?!]
Mo Xingchen quickly corrected:
[You got it wrong—it’s different fathers AND different mothers. Yang Huan is the maid and Yang Wencheng’s child. Yang Mian is the board member’s real biological daughter!]
Yu Bohan asked immediately:
[Then who is Yang Mian’s father?]
Lu Yuxing replied:
[No idea.]
Wang Lingsong sighed:
[Rich families are really chaotic…]
Fang Lian teased:
[As if you’re not from a rich family yourself…]
Wang Lingsong replied proudly:
[My family… tsk… too lazy to explain.]
Mo Xingchen quickly reminded everyone:
[Stop chatting. Keep listening—we can’t miss anything important.]
Everyone replied:
[Okay.]
Like a group of spectators preparing for a show, they adjusted themselves—some sitting properly, some standing—fully focused on the unfolding drama.