Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I’m sorry!” Jiang Ruoyin suddenly shouted towards the door of the student union office as Wen Xinya was almost going to step out of it, her voice tinged with suppressed unwillingness, hatred, and anger.
As her pair of reddened eyes watched Wen Xinya’s back view, her heart was filled with hatred towards Wen Xinya. Wen Xinya… just you wait—I’ll pay you back today’s humiliation a hundred, a thousand times over.
Wen Xinya suddenly stopped in her tracks, her slender silhouette displaying a gorgeous style that was not covered up by her uniform, and her erected spine showing unrelenting determination.
She turned around, moving slowly, yet, with a peerless demeanor. Then, she slowly made her way to Jiang Ruoyin with what seemed like casual steps, but with an overbearing aura.
Jiang Ruoyin’s heart suddenly constricted, as if caught by a pair of invisible hands and clenched tightly with its five fingers.
When she halted her steps before Jiang Ruoyin, standing firmly in front of her, she smiled and said, “What did you say just now, can you repeat—I didn’t hear clearly!”
Jiang Ruoyin staggered and moved back a few steps, her round, staring eyes almost fuming. “I’ve already apologized to you, why do you still have to insult me?”
Wen Xinya stood there quietly, a tinge of eeriness in her pair of cold eyes. “I said, repeat yourself—I didn’t hear clearly!”
Jiang Ruoyin’s breathing hastened suddenly, her chest rising and falling continuously, as she heaved cold air from her nose audibly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have posted on the discussion forums, plotting against you.”
Wen Xinya’s cold face suddenly radiated gorgeous splendor, as beautiful as a blooming flower, yet with a needle-like sharpness. “I don’t accept your apology.”
Her words made everyone in the student union widen their eyes in shock. They could never have expected Wen Xinya to actually reject the apology—previously, when she had requested that Jiang Ruoyin apologize to her, was she intentionally playing tricks on her?
Hiss! Too vicious!
Wen Xinya’s words made Jiang Ruoyin’s body stiffen up, her brain blowing up—puff puff puff—making her dizzy for a moment, the 7-centimeter heels beneath her feet almost failing to withstand her weight. “Wen Xinya, you’re too much!”
Wen Xinya sneered. “Am I any match for you?”
Jiang Ruoyin gritted her teeth, feeling that chattering sound, as if polishing a knife, giving her a sense of pleasure for no reason.
“Still remember what I said to you previously?” Wen Xinya shuffled her steps and took a step towards her.
Jiang Ruoyin felt as if that step landed on her heart, as though her whole heart was subject to her treading and trampling. “Wh… what?”
“A man must despise himself before others will.” Wen Xinya’s words were chill with a hint of mockery and sarcasm.
Boom! Jiang Ruoyin stood rooted to the ground, unable to move.
Xia Ruya said with a hoarse voice, “Xinya, how can you do this—Ruoyin has already apologized to you, stop making life difficult for her. We’re all students from the same institute, what can we not resolve peacefully?”
Jiang Yuqian felt like dashing up and giving Wen Xinya a tight slap. “Wen Xinya, you’re too much—Ruoyin has already apologized to you, what else do you want? Are you expecting Ruoyin to kneel and beg for your forgiveness?”
Xia Ruxue’s pupils constricted as she was at the brink of explosion. “Wen Xinya, you’re too arrogant—the apology is the student union’s decision, what grounds do you have to not accept it? What rights do you have to reject it?”
Wen Xinya only mildly looked at the angry and dumbfounded faces as the smile on her lips deepened bit by bit, contrasting against their little young faces, actually looking somewhat frightening. “Must I accept your apology? What kind of rule is that—which law in the world prescribes that?”
Her overbearing words had a harsh aura, making everyone in the student union momentarily speechless.
Chu Jingnan frowned slightly and said, “Miss Wen, don’t take it too far.”
Wen Xinya’s gaze looked at Chu Jingnan cynically. “The honorable President Chu promised to give me the best resolution—is this your so-called resolution?”
Chu Jingnan, under such clear gaze which seemed able to look through his soul, actually felt a sense of haggardness. “Forgive and forget—why do you have to be so heartless?”
Wen Xinya sneered as she watched him pose as a person of high morals. Forgive and forget—he was not fit to say such a phrase. “They’ve posted on the discussion forums, plotting against me, triggering all the students in the institute to condemn me, and even wanted to drive me out of Lan Feng, gravely humiliating my reputation, affecting my daily life and learning, causing me emotional distress—an apology is supposed to suffice?”
Her words were too sharp, making Chu Jingnan unsure of how to respond. “Then what do you want?”
“Expel Jiang Ruoyin from school.” Wen Xinya’s each and every word was frighteningly out to kill.
“Hiss!”
Chu Jingnan’s expression changed tremendously—he did not expect Wen Xinya to actually be so overbearing.
Jiang Ruoyin’s face was twisted from anger. “Wen Xinya, you b*tch, on what grounds are you requesting President Chu to expel me from the institute—who do you think you are, what right do you have to make me leave Lan Feng?”
“Filthy mouth—deserves to be slapped!” Wen Xinya’s voice was harsh. Following which, a crisp pa sound shocked everyone present.
Jiang Ruoyin only felt a gush of wind by her ears, followed by a crisp sound, and then numbing heat on her face. When she came to her senses, she felt scorching pain on her face.
“B*tch, you actually slapped me—I’ll fight it out with you!” Jiang Ruoyin’s eyes were already red from anger as she dashed towards Wen Xinya like a madwoman, raising her hand, ready to grab her hair.
“Making a fool out of yourself!” Wen Xinya caught her wrist, twisted it with a creaking sound, giving one goosebumps of fear.
“Ah! It hurts!” Jiang Ruoyin screamed as she felt as if her wrist broke.
“I hate it when others scold me. I’ll teach you a small lesson this time—the next time, I’ll smash your mouth.” The icy cold words, as though from hell, had an eeriness which triggered goosebumps.
Jiang Ruoyin shivered subconsciously.
Wen Xinya released Jiang Ruoyin’s hand and kicked her to the ground.
Causing Jiang Ruoyin to land on the ground hard like a rubber ball and lay haggardly on the ground, her whole body in so much pain that she couldn’t even get up.
Everyone was dumbstruck by Wen Xinya’s actions—they could never have expected Wen Xinya to actually hit someone in the student union office.
Furthermore, Lan Feng Institute was, after all, an elite school—although there were many ordinary students, the lowest tiered citizens could never shoulder the expensive school fees—the students who could make it to Lan Feng were mostly from good background and slightly wealthy.
Since when did they see such an act of abuse upon slight disagreement?