“Don’t! Sister, let go of me! It hurts so much! I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been better than you and made Mom and Dad love me more. But the fact that you grew up with a nanny isn’t my fault! Please, Sister, let me go!”
This time, Yang Huan wasn’t pretending. She was genuinely in pain.
But if Yang Mian made her suffer, she would make Yang Mian suffer even more. She wanted everyone to curse Yang Mian, to drown her in public condemnation.
By now, a crowd of students had gathered outside Class Thirteen to watch the commotion.
The moment Yang Huan started crying, it was as if she possessed some magical power. Many people instantly felt their hearts ache for her.
Combined with her tearful accusations, everyone immediately imagined a dramatic battle between wealthy sisters fighting for their parents’ affection.
In this imaginary drama, Yang Huan was undoubtedly the pitiful little princess everyone wanted to protect, while Yang Mian became the vicious, cruel older sister.
“This new girl is way too evil! She’s bullying Princess Yang Huan right here at school. If she acts like this at home, she must be even worse!”
“Exactly! Yang Mian, let go of Yang Huan right now!”
As Yang Huan’s most fanatical supporter, Li Chuan wanted nothing more than to tear Yang Mian apart.
“Why should I let her go?” Yang Mian replied coldly. “Wasn’t she the one who said I pushed her down the stairs? Then I should make that accusation come true, shouldn’t I? Right, my dear little sister?”
With a forceful tug, she dragged Yang Huan forward.
Yang Huan’s knees scraped against the floor, tearing the skin.
“Hiss… it hurts… sob… Sister, please let me go! I’ll never compete with you for Mom and Dad’s love again! Even if they love me more, I’ll tell them to love you more too. Please let me go!”
Yang Huan continued playing the victim.
Ever since she was young, she had understood one thing:
Weakness attracted sympathy.
The child who cried got the candy.
And Yang Huan was beautiful. When she cried, looking as delicate as a pear blossom bathed in rain, it was easy to awaken a man’s protective instincts.
Even Mo Xingchen found himself speaking up for her.
“Yang Mian, maybe that’s enough. Yang Huan is still a girl. Giving her a little lesson should be enough.”
Before Yang Mian could respond, Fang Lian stepped forward and scolded him.
“Mo Xingchen, whose side are you on? Are your eyes covered in shit? Did you already forget everything we just saw?”
She was referring to the scene everyone had witnessed in Yang Mian’s memories.
Yang Huan was obviously a white lotus.
Yet Mo Xingchen was still defending her.
If that wasn’t being blind, what was?
“Come on, Fang Lian. You’re a girl too. Why make things difficult for another girl? Don’t you all agree?”
Mo Xingchen turned to the rest of Class Thirteen.
But everyone merely glared at him.
Not a single person backed him up.
Yang Mian looked at him coldly.
“You short-lived fool. Mind your own business.”
【Mo Xingchen. Son of the owner of a famous infant formula corporation.】
【He was dealt an excellent hand in life, yet somehow managed to ruin everything.】
【A year from now, Yang Huan will hit someone with her car. This idiot will actually take the blame for her and go to prison.】
【Then, while serving his sentence, he’ll be accidentally beaten to death by one of the gang leaders inside.】
【Mo Xingchen and Yang Huan are the perfect real-life version of The Farmer and the Snake.】
【He goes to prison out of love, taking the fall for Yang Huan. Meanwhile, she turns around and buys out his family’s company.】
【Their son is imprisoned, their company is gone, and his parents go gray overnight. When they hear that their son died in prison, they cough up blood from grief and soon follow him into death.】
【Fang Lian is pitiful too. She spent years secretly loving Mo Xingchen without ever confessing.】
【After learning that Yang Huan was connected to Mo Xingchen’s death, she paid an enormous price trying to bring Yang Huan down. Her own company went bankrupt, yet she still couldn’t hurt Yang Huan in the slightest.】
【In the end, this fool even made a deal with a gang boss in hopes of ruining Yang Huan’s reputation. Unfortunately, before she could destroy Yang Huan, she herself was abused to death first…】
Fang Lian: “…”
Mo Xingchen: “…”
Fang Lian likes me?
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And now Yang Mian’s inner voice was telling me that my “Brother” had feelings for me?
And that she would eventually die because of me?
Mo Xingchen immediately shut his mouth.
The story of The Farmer and the Snake would never happen to him.
As for Fang Lian…
His thoughts were a complete mess.
He had no idea how to face his childhood friend anymore.
Fang Lian was no better.
Her deepest secret had just been exposed through Yang Mian’s thoughts.
Looking at the shock and disbelief on Mo Xingchen’s face, she panicked.
Before either of them could process their future fates, a girl in a white dress stepped forward.
Covering her nose with obvious disgust, she sneered:
“Ugh. So you really grew up with a nanny? No wonder your whole body reeks of poverty.”
Yang Mian’s gaze immediately landed on the girl standing beside Yang Huan.
An Lili.
Information about her instantly surfaced in Yang Mian’s mind.
【An Lili. Host of the school broadcasting station.】
【She’s almost on the same level as Yang Huan—another so-called goddess in the eyes of men.】
【Hah. This qualifies as a goddess?】
【Are men all blind? Why do they keep worshipping white lotuses like these?】
【Put on a white dress and suddenly think you’re some heavenly fairy?】
【The standards for being a goddess are ridiculously low these days. Men really have no judgment.】
【And An Lili isn’t exactly innocent either. I wonder if Xi Simeng knows about that little scandal.】
Xi Simeng: ???
Wait.
What scandal?
Yang Mian sneered and shot back:
“Even your stench can’t cover up that disgusting soy milk and fried dough smell coming from your mouth.”
【Heh. What a bizarre fetish.】
【She really got a mouthful of ‘soy milk and fried dough sticks’[2]豆浆 (soy milk) is often used as a euphemism for semen because of its appearance.
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this morning.】
The moment that thought appeared—
Class Thirteen fell silent.
Everyone exchanged meaningful glances.
Soy milk and fried dough sticks?
Did she mean that kind of soy milk and fried dough sticks?
An Lili immediately panicked.
Her eyes darted around nervously.
“Yang Mian, what nonsense are you talking about? Why would I ever eat that kind of soy milk and fried dough sticks?”
Damn it.
How did Yang Mian know about that?
She had indeed been late this morning because…
Yang Mian put on an innocent expression.
“Huh? What did I say?”
“I only said you ate soy milk and fried dough sticks. Why are you getting so worked up?”
“Could it be that soy milk and fried dough sticks have some other meaning?”
“Wow, An Lili, you seem to know a lot. Why don’t you educate me and explain what those other meanings are?”
Pretending?
As if she didn’t know how to do that too.
An Lili’s gaze wavered.
Forcing herself to stay calm, she replied:
“Soy milk and fried dough sticks are just food from the convenience store. What other meaning could they possibly have? I don’t know.”
This Yang Mian was infuriating.
She had nearly embarrassed her in front of the entire school.
An Lili silently vowed revenge.
A true woman never forgets a grudge.
She would remember this debt and repay it someday.
After all, An Lili knew how to bend without breaking.
Otherwise, she never would have survived all these years living under her uncle’s roof—or obtained things that even Xi Simeng didn’t have.
Hmph.
Those were all benefits she had earned with her beauty.
This Yang Mian was far too strange.
For now, it was better to keep quiet.
Besides, she and Yang Huan were only fair-weather friends.
The kind who would abandon each other the moment disaster struck.
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