Chapter 12: School Bully 12

It was actually well-spoken and quite tactful. But An Xiyan exploded the moment she heard it. She lifted her head, looking at Student Council President He Yuxuan with an expression of incredulous pity. "President He, what do you mean by that? Are you implying that Sister Qingyu's injury is my fault?"

Of course it was her fault. If she hadn't been there crying and acting so pitiful, would a brute like Wang Zilong have bumped into her? But Xining said nothing.

He Yuxuan frowned slightly. It was as if An Xiyan had become a completely different person, becoming so unreasonable; no wonder Wang Zilong had been arguing with her at school.

"That is not what I meant..."

Before he could finish, An Xiyan’s eyes filled with tears as she looked aggrievedly at Li Qingyu, who was hiding behind He Yuxuan. "Did you tell President He that your injury was my fault? How could you do this? Sister Qingyu, I have always treated you like a sister, yet you treat me this way. I was wrong about you!"

He Yuxuan truly felt that he could no longer communicate with her. He turned to look at Li Qingyu, who was standing silently behind him.

Xining, however, pouted at He Yuxuan and tilted her head slightly, wearing an expression of helplessness. *Don't look at me. I haven't said a word. Didn't I tell you to explain it? Hurry up and clarify things!*

He Yuxuan had no choice but to pull himself together. "Classmate An Xiyan, Li Qingyu did not tell me that your injury was your fault. Please don't misunderstand..."

The moment she heard He Yuxuan address her by her full name and add "Classmate," An Xiyan's tears began to fall again. When had things become so distant between them? It was all the fault of this Li Qingyu, this rich girl.

She took a deep breath, filled with the magnificent spirit of the poor, and with unshed tears in her eyes, she said firmly, "Is it because I am poor that you slander me? Although I am poor, my late parents told me that even if one is poor, one must have dignity and not let others look down on them. I walk the path of righteousness and sit steadily; I have no reason to fear being misunderstood!"

*Why bring up being poor again? Is it the rich people's fault that her family is poor?* Besides, this black lotus had plenty of spirit, but a very dark heart. An Xiyan was not just a typical black lotus; she was the goddess of lotus flowers, whose every action was designed to smear the reputation of a supporting female character.

"This has nothing to do with being poor..." He Yuxuan was at a loss. It was likely the first time in his life he felt such a headache. His family was rich, too—how was he supposed to explain that?

Just then, a voice that was winding and intricate, yet full of charm, was heard: "What is going on here?"

Hua Zeyun and Leng Heming emerged from the nearby corridor.

Hua Zeyun wore a mesmerizing smile, his phoenix eyes curled into beautiful, upward-slanting arcs, though one couldn't help but feel there was something hidden in that narrowed gaze. "Why are you crying again? Quickly, use a handkerchief to wipe your face. It’s unsightly to keep crying like that."

Leng Heming remained as indifferent as ever, appearing to see no one in his eyes.

"Why are you two here?" He Yuxuan asked, puzzled.

Hua Zeyun laughed. "Wang Zilong called Leng Heming, saying he had something to do today and couldn't take Li Qingyu home. Leng Heming and Li Qingyu are closer, so he asked him to help out this time."

So, Leng Heming had come to find her.

Leng Heming asked coldly, "Are we leaving?"

Xining, hiding behind He Yuxuan, immediately came out. "Yes!"

Why wouldn't she leave? Only a fool would stay here.

Xining said to He Yuxuan, "Thank you for your care, President, I’ll be going now." One must maintain proper etiquette.

"Then let's go together. I happen to have business that way, so give me a lift," Hua Zeyun added.

Seeing Li Qingyu about to leave with two of the school's top heartthrobs, An Xiyan immediately shouted, "Sister Qingyu, don't go! Listen to my explanation!"

The words came out habitually, as soft, weak, and sincere as before, but she forgot that He Yuxuan was still there.

Xining almost laughed out loud, holding it in with some difficulty.

This finally made He Yuxuan angry. He had dealt with enough trouble from the fans of the popular heartthrobs. After today's series of scenes, no matter how good his temper was, he couldn't be treated like a fool. He turned and left; he had many things to attend to and no time for this nonsense. If she wanted to explain, she could explain to herself.

Xining hurried to hide behind Leng Heming. Since the duty had been transferred, it was now Leng Heming’s turn to protect her.

"No time today!" Hua Zeyun still smiled like a fox. "We really have matters to attend to. You can let her listen to your explanations slowly in the future." Leng Heming turned his head to look at Li Qingyu, who was hiding beside him. "Are we going or not?"

The cowering Xining immediately straightened up. "Going, let's go."

Watching the three of them leave together, An Xiyan could only stand in place, weeping and stomping her feet in resentment.

All the students here, except for An Xiyan, had private cars. Leng Heming's car pulled up, and the three of them climbed in. To avoid suspicion, Xining voluntarily asked to sit in the passenger seat.

She peeked into the rearview mirror, feeling that it was no coincidence that these two had appeared together. Had her subtle instigation worked? Otherwise, they wouldn't have acted this way; they wouldn't have just left, they might have joined He Yuxuan in comforting the black lotus, cursing the wealthy for their arrogance, and condemning the main character for bullying a poor orphan.

Hehe, she was so happy today! The feeling of tearing off the white lotus's petals to reveal her black core was incredibly satisfying.

Just as she was feeling dizzy with joy, a sudden emergency brake caused Xining's body to lurch forward. Fortunately, it wasn't too violent, just a sharp jolt.

Leng Heming’s driver rolled down the window and shouted outside, "What are you doing? There is a surveillance camera on this car. Either call the police or get out of the way!"

A scooter that had been lying across the road was immediately picked up, and the owner jumped on and sped away in a flash.

The driver rolled up the window and continued driving. "Another scammer. These frauds are probably crazy with poverty."

Xining thought for a moment and decided to continue with the instigation.

She sighed slightly and said, "A scammer? That's nothing. The Phantom I ride in was originally my daddy's car, but women throw themselves at it every two or three days. Some pretend to faint from illness, and the bold ones just pretend they're in trouble and try to open the door to get in. If you don't let them in, they pound on the glass, shamelessly demanding a ride. Daddy got so annoyed that he gave the car to me to use."

An Xiyan had once encountered hoodlums on the road and nearly crashed into Leng Heming's car, subsequently leaving in his vehicle. After escaping danger, she thanked Leng Heming profusely, which was what first caught his attention.

No one currently knew about this incident, until later, during a conflict, An Xiyan mentioned it herself.

The peerless little white flower, eyes filled with tears, had said with a look of gratitude and grievance, "Brother Heming, don't be like this. I will never forget that you saved me. If you hadn't helped that day, I would have been... by those hoodlums... *sob sob sob*..."

Leng Heming naturally forgave An Xiyan once again and continued to focus on this poor, helpless orphan.

But hearing it from someone else's mouth now, it had a completely different flavor.

"Humph," Leng Heming let out a cold snort and turned his head toward the car window.