Chapter 13: The Heiress School Belle x The Illegitimate Son School Bully
The scoundrel gripped her arm tightly, his face contorted with a twisted expression as he snarled fiercely, “You think he’s some kind of good person? He’s nothing but an illegitimate child, unworthy of you! Following him will only lead to ruin.”
Hearing this, Song Qian’s heart jolted, yet she stood firm and retorted, “I won’t allow you to slander him like that! No matter his background, it has nothing to do with my feelings for him.”
The scoundrel sneered coldly, “You think you know him? His origins are complicated. Maybe he’s approaching you with ulterior motives. But me—I’m the one who can truly bring you happiness and match your family’s status.”
Disgust and disdain filled Song Qian’s heart. She refused to cast even a glance at him and turned away decisively. Each step she took severed ties with her past mistakes, her skirt swaying lightly with her hurried pace. Her eyes searched intently for Xiao Yi’s figure, her mind consumed by a single thought: to reach him as soon as possible.
Song Qian scoured every corner of the campus—from familiar classroom corridors to the tranquil garden paths, from the noisy stands of the sports field to the quiet study rooms of the library—yet Xiao Yi remained nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, the system’s voice echoed in her mind, “Host, have you forgotten about him?”
She quickly called out inwardly, “System, please tell me where Xiao Yi is right now.” The system responded swiftly, revealing that Xiao Yi was at a bar tucked away in a narrow alley. The surroundings were dilapidated and neglected.
Anxiety gnawed at Song Qian as she urgently commanded, “System, send the address to my phone, quickly!” Her voice held an unyielding tone of command, her eyes brimming with urgency and resolve. Her fingers clenched instinctively, as if that alone could hasten the system’s response. At this moment, nothing mattered but reaching Xiao Yi’s side swiftly; everything else faded into the background.
When Song Qian arrived, her brows instinctively furrowed, a flicker of surprise and concern crossing her eyes. The uneven, pocked ground beneath her feet pooled with foul-smelling stagnant water, which she carefully avoided. Yet her gaze remained fixed on the crooked door of the bar before her.
The graffiti scrawled on the walls was coarse and chaotic, radiating a sense of bleak decay—an environment utterly foreign to the world she knew.
Her thoughts raced: How could Xiao Yi be in such a place? She quickened her steps, laden with doubt and unease, moving down the narrow street. Dim lights and raucous noise spilled out from within, quickening her heartbeat involuntarily.
Before she could even step inside, a group of rough-looking thugs blocked her way. One, with dyed yellow hair and a malicious grin, leered at her brazenly, his eyes roaming shamelessly. “Hey there, little beauty! Coming to a place like this all alone? Are you looking for big brother?” He reached out to grab her shoulder.
Repulsed, Song Qian stepped back, her gaze sharp with both vigilance and anger. “Don’t touch me! Move aside!” she shouted. Yet the gang burst into raucous laughter, showing no intention of dispersing. Instead, they tightened their circle around her, spitting lewd remarks that plunged her into a deeply humiliating predicament.
Inside the bar, Xiao Yi drowned his sorrows in drink, his mind restless and clouded with images of Song Qian’s departure. Stumbling outside, still adjusting to the daylight, his attention was immediately drawn by the commotion ahead. The haze of alcohol lifted sharply.
He saw her—Song Qian—surrounded by those ruffians. Their ugly faces leered with ill intent as their hands groped her. Terror and fury warred across her face.
Xiao Yi’s eyes froze cold and sharp. Clenching his fists, he strode determinedly toward the group, a fierce fire blazing within him. How dare anyone treat his girl this way?