Old Master Ji fainted on the spot from anger.
The butler immediately called for a private doctor, and the Ji household fell into chaos. Meanwhile, Su Qian simply dusted her hands and left on her own.
As she exited the Ji residence, the front gate was indeed packed with reporters—clearly arranged in advance by Old Master Ji, ready to pressure her.
Of course, Su Qian had no intention of wasting his “kindness.”
The reporters swarmed her. She sighed and spoke directly into the microphones.
“Old Master Ji is not satisfied with the engagement proposal from our Su family. What a pity—looks like it’s not meant to be.”
The reporters exchanged confused glances.
“Are you saying Old Master Ji rejected the Su–Ji marriage alliance?”
Then why did he spend so much money hiring them to block the gate?
Their questions had been carefully prepared—all about forcing Su Qian to confirm her marriage with Ji Yuhan.
Su Qian nodded seriously.
“Yes. Maybe Old Master Ji can’t bear to part with his only grandson. He doesn’t even think our most qualified heir is good enough.”
She sighed.
“What a shame. Ji Yuhan—already in his twenties—and still a total grandpa’s boy.”
Facing the cameras, she looked genuinely regretful. Her voice, amplified through the microphones, echoed through the Ji mansion.
The reporters behind the cameras nearly laughed out loud.
Online, people always said the Su family heiress was a “hot search magnet”—turns out it was all because of her mouth.
Behind her, Old Master Ji, who had just woken up, fainted again.
The Su family’s daughter who came back from the countryside… was simply—
A wild beast.
…
Su Qian got into a luxury car and, while listening to voice messages from Su Yichen on speaker, told the driver to take her to school.
Yes—this version of Su Qian was twenty years old and still a “clean and innocent” college student.
Of course, she attended the most elite university in this world, where aside from a few academic geniuses, everyone was a young master or young lady from powerful families.
The Su and Ji families were both board members of the school, so the original Su Qian had been casually enrolled there by her father. Having grown up in the countryside with a nanny, her academics were average at best, and she had been mocked endlessly at first by Su Muyao’s followers.
That’s the power of a “group-favored heroine.”
But Su Qian wasn’t afraid.
With the male and female leads’ plot armor this strong, everyone around them had basically lost their sanity. She didn’t blame them.
Besides—she wasn’t exactly normal either.
The kind that beats anyone she sees.
Su Yichen had called her more than ten times. Annoyed, she blocked him.
So now he could only send voice messages, and he sounded like he was overheating.
“You know what you did?! You actually made Old Master Ji pass out! What did you promise me? Are you insane?!”
“Now everyone is saying the Su–Ji engagement is collapsing! Do you even care about your shares dropping?!”
“…Answer the phone, Su Qian! Answer it!”
“Tell me what you did. Don’t tell me you even hit Old Master Ji??”
The driver, hearing the usually cold and composed CEO losing his mind through the phone, was so shocked he almost lost control of the steering wheel.
In the back seat, Su Qian pressed the voice button.
“Yeah. I told you I tried my best.”
“Old Master Ji didn’t agree to let you become his grandson’s wife. What could I do?” she sighed.
“Instead of yelling at me, reflect on yourself. With that emotional stability, even with all your shares, you still won’t be able to get married in the future.”
The driver’s hand twitched violently.
The Rolls-Royce swerved and nearly hit the guardrail.
…
Sure enough, the moment Su Qian arrived at school, she was blocked inside a bathroom by a group of rich girls.
They pressed her against the wall, forming a tight circle so she couldn’t escape.
“So you’re the arrogant one?” the leader sneered, looking like a delinquent girl. “How dare you lay a hand on Brother Yuhan? Tired of living?”
Another chimed in, “And you even slandered Muyao online!”
She shoved Su Qian.
“You rich people always like bullying people in classic locations like this?” Su Qian leaned against the wall, annoyed. “Can we talk outside? This place smells a bit strong.”
The leader paused. “…You’re picky about location now?”
Su Qian nodded seriously. “Yeah. I think someone might’ve taken a dump in here.”
The girls froze.
“Th-there’s no smell!!!”
They sniffed the air suspiciously, then got angry at being played.
“Su Qian! Don’t try anything funny!”
“I’m not,” she said calmly. “I just kind of want to.”
The group went insane.
“…Are you serious?? We’re bullying you and you’re thinking about taking a dump???”
Su Qian spread her hands. “What else am I supposed to do in a bathroom?”
They had clearly never met someone like her.
“Can’t hold it anymore. Don’t push me,” she warned.
“…And what if we do?” the leader said, suddenly unsure, half afraid she might actually do something unthinkable.
Su Qian didn’t disappoint.
She slowly unbuckled her belt.
“????”
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!” they screamed.
“You’re blocking me. I can’t use the toilet,” she said matter-of-factly.
“DON’T DO IT ON THE FLOOR!”
“GET OUT! GO USE THE BATHROOM AND COME BACK!!”
In seconds, the entire bullying group scattered in panic, terrified she would actually go through with it right there.
“Tch. So inexperienced, and you still dare to bully people?”
Su Qian clicked her belt back into place, hands on her hips, smirking.
Only then did they realize they had been played.
But it was too late.
She dashed forward, grabbed a toilet mop nearby—clearly a veteran mop that had seen everything from floors to stalls—and spun it like a weapon.
In a scream-filled chaos, she swung it straight into the leader’s face.
Outside the bathroom, students witnessed a shocking scene:
The door burst open, and the school’s notorious queen bee—Miss Zhang of the Zhang Group—ran out covered in filthy water, crying like she’d seen a ghost.
Behind her, the entire bully squad fled in tears and screams.
And behind them—
Su Qian, wielding a mop like a war god descended from heaven, chasing them down.
One who ran too slowly got hit on the head—dirty water splashing everywhere, even straight into their mouth.
The stunned students recorded everything.
What the hell…
Is this… the Greek god of mops??