"Who’s the one acting crazy here?"
Yan Xinxin lifted her bright eyes, unwavering.
"Was last week’s humiliation not enough for you? Do you think being richer than me gives you the right to keep provoking me?"
Ling Siyu’s face turned beet red with anger.
Seeing Yan Xinxin and Ling Siyu on the verge of clashing, the surrounding classmates gathered with an attitude of wanting to watch the drama unfold.
"Yan Xinxin, what are you showing off for! Do you really think you’re Mo’s future wife? Pfft! Right now, aren’t you just a dirt-poor country bumpkin?"
She sneered scornfully, her laughter full of superiority.
"What’s the matter? Feeling upset? Come on, bite me!"
Observing Ling Siyu’s brazen arrogance, Yan Xinxin calmly and gracefully lifted her gaze, letting a faint smile play on her lips.
"When a dog bites me, I certainly won’t bite back—but I will definitely break the dog’s leg with a stick!"
Yan Xinxin delivered her words with strength as she flung Ling Siyu’s hand away.
"...You! Yan Xinxin, you..."
"You just said you got into Di Jue’s jewelry design department based on your skills, right?"
Yan Xinxin interrupted her calmly.
Ling Siyu stretched her neck, her voice rising hysterically.
"That’s right! With my abilities, it’s only a matter of time before I become an apprentice to the chief designer there! And you? Hah! Even if you got in, it’d be through the back door!"
"So what you’re implying is that this prestigious multinational corporation is biased, unjust, and abuses its power—in particular, that Mo, the company’s president, operates in this way. Is that what you meant?"
"You—Yan Xinxin, stop framing me! I didn’t say that!"
Ling Siyu blustered incoherently, her face flushed as she glared furiously.
"You’re just relying on Teacher Mo’s support! What are you even boasting about?"
"You’re absolutely right—I am relying on Teacher Mo’s backing. And since you’re so confident that you’re superior to me in every way, shouldn’t you have someone even more impressive than Teacher Mo supporting you?"
"If not, then all your so-called superiority over me is just surface-level nonsense. So perhaps you should spend more time cultivating your character and stop running around biting people."
"Future Lady Mo, well said!"
Lan Xuan emerged from the crowd of spectators, applauding enthusiastically as she sauntered over to stand by Yan Xinxin’s side.
"Hey, Ling Siyu, who gave you the courage to act so high and mighty all the time? Your family just runs a crappy factory, yet you think you’re some kind of rich heiress?"
"Hmph! I may not be some rich lady, but I’m definitely better than Yan Xinxin!"
"Better than her? Better my ass!"
"Ling Siyu, dare to make a bet with me? Before we graduate from university, I guarantee that Xinxin will become the Mo family’s young mistress! If you lose, you’ll have to kneel and call her ’Auntie!’"
Ling Siyu burst out laughing smugly.
"Then I’ll definitely win!"
Lan Xuan rolled her eyes arrogantly.
"I think you’re destined to lose, dear niece!"
The school bell rang. Lan Xuan casually draped her arm over Yan Xinxin’s shoulder.
"Xinxin, focus on your exams, don’t let the words of that dumbass get to you."
Yan Xinxin smiled apologetically.
"Of course I won’t care. But Lan Lan, that bet you made with her just now..."
"Then future Lady Mo, you’d better act cute and sweet around Teacher Mo more often—don’t let me lose to that dumbass Ling Siyu!"
Listening to Lan Xuan’s joking words, Yan Xinxin felt the weight of the pressure settle upon her.
To claim she didn’t dream of a future with Mo Chuxi would be a lie. She... she wanted it.
Four classes passed, concluding two exams.
Under the tree across from Ancheng University’s front gate, a black luxury car sat quietly parked.
"Madam! Lady Yan has come out!"
Hearing Sister Xia’s reminder, Ning Zitong quickly lifted her gaze.
In the bright summer sunlight, she could clearly see the serene and youthful face making her way toward the gate.
Ning Zitong hurriedly opened the car door.
"Madam, wait a moment! Look at the woman at the gate—she grabbed Lady Yan and took her away!"