The girl’s voice was crisp and resonant, echoing through the vast auditorium for a long time.
The scene fell into complete silence.
At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.
Shen You’an had truly gone mad.
She actually dared to mock Mrs. Liu’s charity as hypocrisy. Chapters first released on novel✶fire.net
But Shen You’an was not mad. A gentle smile hung at the corner of her lips, relaxed and unbothered, as if entirely unconcerned about the storm her words might unleash.
Mrs. Liu humiliated her in public, and she retaliated right back.
There’s no way she’d offer her cheek after being slapped.
That simply doesn’t make sense.
Fear? That word had never existed in Shen You’an’s dictionary.
Just wait and see who’ll be the one trembling in the end.
"Besides, my father, Shen Li, who sacrificed his life saving nine people in a massive fire ten years ago, was recognized as a martyr by the Qingzhou City government and rests in the Martyrs Cemetery. He came from humble beginnings but possessed noble character. I am proud of him. The state has supported and cared for me over these years, and I remain deeply grateful. I hold my father as my role model and have worked tirelessly, repaying society with outstanding achievements."
As Shen You’an finished speaking, the mocking voices gradually faded away.
Even Gao Yuyue stared at Shen You’an in a daze.
She had never heard of this before.
"No one remembers my father’s name, only an offhand remark from the Madam about losing her parents at a young age."
Shen You’an tugged at the corner of her mouth, her gaze filled with mockery.
"Madam, do you think this is a privilege?"
Behind Shen You’an’s glasses, her eyes simmered with a blood-red fervor. She would rather have no fame if only her father could still be alive.
Yet this woman dared to ridicule her humble background.
This time, Shen You’an was truly furious.
Helian Yu froze for a moment, her smile stiff on her face, deathly pale under the lights.
Her nails almost pierced through the soft skin of her palms as she forced a smile. "Ah, it turns out Shen, you’re the daughter of a hero. I must admit my ignorance. No wonder you’re so exceptional and clever."
The last four words were uttered with a tone full of clenched teeth; what she truly wanted to say was "sharp-tongued."
What a bold little girl—daring to challenge her in front of everyone . If word got out, all her prior efforts would be for naught.
"The Madam is busy with countless affairs, of course she wouldn’t remember the name of someone as insignificant as my father. It’s enough that I remember him."
When it came to cutting sarcasm, Shen You’an conceded second place to no one.
Helian Yu offered a forced, tight-lipped smile. "It seems it would be futile to invite you, Shen, to join the scholarship project. And rightly so—your academic workload must be intense. Should your grades suffer due to this, the fault would rest entirely on me."
"Having a kind heart is admirable, Madam, but it’s a pity the planners you employ are nothing but lazy placeholders, producing charity projects that are all style and no substance. In the end, the accolades fall upon the Madam while the real hardship is borne by those from humble beginnings."
Shen You’an emphasized the words "humble beginnings" with deliberate intensity.
The audience’s gaze had transformed from fear to sheer shock.
She was blatantly accusing Mrs. Liu of hypocrisy and incompetence.
On the high stage, Mrs. Liu’s expression had long since transcended "unpleasant."
For years, she had grown accustomed to flattery—within both the Yu family and the Wen family—never has anyone dared to challenge her.
Yet here she was, openly ridiculed in front of thousands by a mere slip of a girl.
Helian Yu felt a sudden rush of blood to her head, her vision darkening.
Vicious hatred arose in her eyes like arrows.
This little brat must be courting death!
The speech ended in utter humiliation.
The audience still hadn’t fully recovered, and wherever Shen You’an went, people avoided her like the plague.
She may have enjoyed her outburst, but the glances cast her way were mixed with pity, as if they were watching a madwoman doomed to disaster.
She’d offended Mrs. Liu—her fate was sealed.
Shen You’an remained indifferent, turning to Gao Yuyue and saying, "You’d better stay far away from me for the next few days."
Gao Yuyue looked aggrieved. "I’m not scared at all."
Luuo Yunqi casually smiled as she stood up. Nearby, Xiao Ling kept muttering, "She must’ve studied so hard her brain broke. What a shame."
Luuo Yunqi looked quite cheerful. She bent down to straighten the slightly wrinkled hem of her school uniform skirt.
"You reap what you sow."
There was no need for her to step in—Shen You’an was already digging her own grave.
This woman was absolutely stupid, completely oblivious to the type of person she had just crossed.
Well, good. She wouldn’t bother warning her and would simply enjoy the spectacle.
Shen You’an hadn’t even walked out of the auditorium before someone stopped her.
Shen You’an raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "Lead the way, then."