An Ya's plan had been quite good, but unfortunately, not long after she returned to the camp, before she had even had the chance to deliver the notebook to Su Qiao, word of her past miscarriage had spread throughout the entire camp.
"They're saying it's all true?" Lu Yizhi's face was as dark as ink, and he looked like a storm was about to break.
An Ya hurriedly explained:
"I have to study, and I also work several jobs. A lot of the time, I don't even have time to eat. How could I have had time to date anyone?"
"This is slander! This is defamation! It must have been Su Qiao. She can't stand seeing me do well, and she can't stand seeing me together with you, so she spread those rumors."
An Ya was anxious and uneasy inside. She nervously clutched his arm. "Yizhi, don't tell me you don't believe me? Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
"Heh. It's precisely because I know what kind of person you are that I can't believe you."
A woman who would seduce even her childhood friend's boyfriend for the sake of climbing higher and living a better life—what was there that she wouldn't do?
"Yizhi, believe me, I really didn't..."
Slap!
"Shut up and get lost! You disgust me!"
Whenever he thought about how this woman had already slept with so many men before him, his stomach churned. It was unbearably revolting, as if he had eaten a dead fly.
The next time Su Qiao saw An Ya, her cheek was swollen, with five unmistakable finger marks on it.
"Su Qiao! Why? Why are you trying to destroy me completely?"
"I already admitted my mistakes to you. I already begged you like that. Why are you still spouting