She curled her lips. âCall my mother and tell her that I wonât be going home for lunch. I am returning to class today.â
âThat... But your leg hasnât recovered yet, Big Miss. What if you fall or bump into something? Also, if the Madam finds out that youâre not going back, sheâs going to be angry...â
âAre you questioning my decision?â
The pitiful-looking girl lifted her eyes. They were black, cold, and filled with darkness.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The woman felt a chill down her spine. âN-no, thatâs not it. I was justââ
Before she finished, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Song Jingwan.
âTake me to the school building and you can leave.â
âHow can I do that? No! I canât!â
The woman was dismayed; she couldnât understand Song Jingwanâs decision at all.
If she got injured again, it may cause permanent damage.
Song Jingwan was annoyed. She furrowed her brows and coldness swept across her pale face.
âYouâre fired! Now, get lost!â
âBig Missââ
âDo you want me to repeat myself? Get lost, immediately!â
After speaking, she took control of her electric wheelchair and headed for the school.
The woman stood there dumbfounded. She didnât know what to do. She was confused and aggrieved.
She really needed this job. In the beginning, she actually thought she was quite lucky to have found this job. After all, her client seemed to have a gentle and kind personality. Only after a few days of interaction did she realize that everything was an illusion.
The soul hidden underneath this delicate face was messed up, crazy, and sick.
She even fired her for simply showing concern...
Song Jingwanâs classroom was on the third floor. By the time she struggled up the stairs on one foot, her body was covered in sweat as though she had just been soaked in water. When the wind blew, the cold pierced through to her bones.
Her face was pale without any life.
When Song Jingwan arrived at her classroom, it caused quite a commotion.
âJingwan?!â
âClass President, youâre back!!â
âOh my God, what happened to your hands and your leg? There were rumors that you had gotten into a car accident. Was this caused by that? We wanted to visit you, but we didnât know which hospital you were in.â
Everyone was flustered.
Song Jingwan pressed her lips together and smiled slightly.
âIâm fine. Theyâre just small injuries.â
An Ruoyao held onto her arm and stared at her. âHow is this just a small injury? Oh, Jingwan, did you come here on your own? Didnât anyone escort you?â
Song Jingwan shook her head weakly. âI donât think I can walk any longer, can you help me to my seat?â
âOh, okay...â
Huo Ningxi lifted his gaze from his books and analyzed Song Jingwan.
He took a deep breath and walked over to her side. âIâll help you.â
âHuh?â Song Jingwan was surprised as though she never expected Huo Ningxi to help. Her eyes even turned red in joy. âThank you, Ningxi, I thought...â
What did she think?
Huo Ningxi panicked.
Before this, he and Song Jingwan used to have a good relationship. They also got along well. Unlike Song Yaoyao, Song Jingwan wasnât violent. She was gentle and submissive.
âDid you come up on your own?â
Huo Ningxiâs voice was deep as he half-carried Song Jingwan to her seat.
Song Jingwan spoke carefully as though she was afraid of angering him. âYes, I was planning to come for a visit at first, but as soon as I stepped foot into the school, I realized how much I missed everyone...â When she said this last part, she looked at Huo Ningxi. The love in her eyes could not be concealed. âThatâs why I came up here. Actually, I wasnâtâ Cough, cough, cough.â