Chapter Nine, Who Bullys Whom

Ah, I am truly sorry, but who is Xiao Luo going to leave with?" Zhen Yi looked at Luo Nian gently, his beautiful big eyes seemingly filled with a sparkling light of anticipation, almost giving the impression that he had a fluffy tail wagging behind him.

Hanging up the phone, Bi Yang coldly curled the corners of her mouth, her eyes filled with a dark and fierce intensity

The first class is music class. Luo Nian rushed into the classroom with the sound of the bell, her cheeks flushed and her bangs tousled by the wind. The classroom was already filled with students. As soon as Luo Nian entered, she immediately attracted a multitude of gazes—some mocking, some affectionate, some sarcastic, and some infatuated.

Du Minghan pursed her lips in front of the mirror, furrowing her brow as if disturbed, and cast a disdainful glance at Luonian, saying, "Don't you see I'm busy? Step aside, don't sit next to me."

The little head that had been stuffed into the car immediately popped out again, and upon seeing Zhenyi walking briskly out of the house, it instantly broke into a grin and said, "Brother."

The mere thought of waking up in the morning to find a man on top of her, with something stuffed in her mouth, made her feel nauseous and on the verge of vomiting. For Bi Yang, she was the exalted and beloved Princess Abirui, while the two sons of Stanley were merely new money, a term that sounded pleasant but essentially referred to the offspring of nouveau riche who had only emerged after World War II. How could they possibly be worthy of her? How dare they do such a thing to her! If it were possible, she would truly wish to kill them to relieve her anger. She was the exalted and beloved Princess Abirui, while the two sons of Stanley were merely new money, a term that sounded pleasant but essentially referred to the offspring of nouveau riche who had only emerged after World War II. How could they possibly be worthy of her? How dare they do such a thing to her! If it were possible, she would truly wish to kill them to relieve her anger.

Biyang's expression twisted in pain, pulling at the wounds on her face. Remembering the slap that Tian Tang had given her, her hatred for Luonian intensified. She grabbed her phone from the side and said, "Make sure to deal with that little wretch properly. I don't want to see her at the Aibiri's house tonight!"

At this moment, in Abirubao.

Did you not realize that I am already assured of victory

It is all that little wretch! It is all her! If it weren't for her, how could things have turned out this way? It should have been her who drank that cup of wine, it should have been her who climbed into the beds of those two disgusting men, all that filth should have belonged to that wretched one!

Ultimately, all of this is Luonian's fault; it must be her doing! She will not let her off the hook, absolutely will not let her off the hook!

A hint of surprise flashed through Teng Yiyuan's eyes. Although Zhen Yi's possessiveness had never been concealed in the past, it was the first time it had been stated so explicitly. However...

Since this is the case, why must you guard against me so strictly

However, ... ... in the following year, he was pulled away for a moment, only to be pulled back again the next second

Smoke of gunpowder is quietly spreading

On the third floor, within the room belonging to Biyang

"Du, classmate Du, could you please pass me the backpack?" Luo Nian looked towards Du Minghan, who was sitting to the side applying lipstick.

Luo Nian looked at Zhen Yi and then at Teng Yi, before releasing Zhen Yi's hand, saying, "Brother, the company and the academy are headed in different directions, and besides, he has already promised Er Ge."

The gentle moment in Zhenyi's eyes slightly crystallized, "Is that so... then alright, my brother will come to pick you up again in the evening, okay?"

However, this is the only remaining seat here. Since the music teacher is Zhou Fangyang, who has just achieved excellent results in the Artist Alliance, there are always students from other elective courses attending the class. Logically, students from this class should not be without seats, but the low-profile yet always noticed by boys illegitimate daughter is often bullied by girls who cannot contain their jealousy in various ways

"Little darling promised Second Brother, didn't she?" Teng Yi gazed at Luo Nian with an enchanting look, which seemed to carry a hint of melancholy.

"It is not a trivial matter." Zhen Yi smiled gently, but there was a cold sharpness in her eyes. She held onto Luo Nian's hand tightly without any intention of letting go. "Taking Xiao Luo to school is a great joy for me, so it is not a trivial matter. Moreover, I promised Xiao Luo that I would take her to class. Compared to you, she would prefer me to take her, wouldn't she?"

Um. Luo Nian quickly nodded, and then was pushed into the back seat by Teng Yi, who also helped her fasten the seatbelt.

Curtis Law College is a large institution that encompasses elementary, middle, high school, and university levels, characterized by an aristocratic style. Its overall design leans towards Western European and Japanese aesthetics, while its regulations are more akin to those of a church school, with strict discipline where even tardiness may result in severe consequences

I remember I said that you should not covet what does not belong to you

Two men brushed past each other, with the echoes of their brief conversation lingering in the wind, audible only to themselves

If that is the case, then do not appear just when the little darling is about to be late; we all know how strict the rules of Curtis Low College are. Moreover, the little darling has already promised to attend class with me. He will not easily show weakness; if he wanted to let go, he could have done so ten years ago, so why is he still entangled now

The golden sunlight shines brightly, the emerald green leaves of the phoenix trees sway in the wind, and the weather, approaching summer, is gradually becoming warmer, which also makes people's tempers more prone to rise

At the age of eighteen, in the third year of high school

However, the maids who were hiding and watching, not understanding the situation, couldn't help but blush, their eyes filled with infatuation. What to do, what to do? Both young masters are so charming, under the sunlight they seem like deities high above, making one unable to resist worshipping them. I wonder if they would take notice of them? The idea of a Cinderella is simply too fanciful, oh dear!

Zhen Yi cast a faint glance at Teng Yi and then looked at Luo Nian, his eyes filled with affection and apology. "I’m sorry, Xiao Luo, your brother is late. Let’s take you to school now, come on." Saying this, he took Luo Nian's small hand and walked towards his white sports car.

Teng Yi and - Picture - One hand wrapped around Luo Nian, the other hand in his pocket, the smile at the corner of his mouth as wicked as ever, "Bro, aren't you supposed to go to work? Sending the little darling to school is a trivial matter that can be left to someone like me who has nothing to do."

Luo Nian shrank his neck and looked at the classroom filled with people, unable to find a single empty seat. After a long search, he finally spotted one, only to see it occupied by a backpack. Luo Nian quickly walked over.

Uncertain how much time had passed, the woman finally sank to the ground as if all her strength had been drained, with nothing left in the room to smash. The enormous mirror on the opposite wall clearly reflected her current disheveled state: her disordered nightgown, the ambiguous and chaotic bruises, her pale and unattractive complexion, the left cheek swollen and red with a distinct handprint, and her eyes filled with anger and hatred, her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, deeply embedded in her palms

After a while, Luo Nian tugged at the hands of the two, looking at them with big, pitiful eyes, "Xiao Luo is going to be late..."

I remember I also told you that the nature of twins is the same.

The sound of pinging and ponging continuously emanated, as the woman cried, howled, and screamed, her eyes filled with hatred and malice, streaked with crimson blood.