Under Wang Peiyuan's forceful dragging and relentless pestering, coupled with the double-barreled bombardment of the ally he had recruited, Jiang Linglong, Hua Qiang was finally hauled off to the principal's office.
Murong Qingya stood where she was, blankly watching the three figures gradually disappear. Her heart felt clogged, as though her liver and intestines were being torn apart.
Her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
She hurriedly turned around and, while no one was paying attention, wiped away her tears with her sleeve.
At that moment, she truly regretted it.
She regretted not treating Hua Qiang a little better before, regretted never letting Hua Qiang get even the slightest benefit from her.
Even letting him touch the tip of her finger would have been fine!
Murong Qingya was proud, arrogant, and thought herself very clever.
She never believed she could misjudge someone. In her eyes, Hua Qiang had been nothing but trash, garbage, a stinking pile of dog shit...
He had been so fat before, and his physical fitness had been so poor. In the future, he would definitely have become someone at the bottom rung of society.
Living the life of a corporate slave who left at five in the morning and returned at nine at night, burdened by mortgage payments and car loans, running himself ragged all day for those things, calculating every grain of rice and drop of oil.
How could someone like that ever catch her eye? How could she possibly live with someone like that?
She was a favored daughter of heaven, born into a well-off family.
In the future, her man would definitely be a Martial Artist with status, position, power, wealth, influence, and formidable ability!
The reason she had strung Hua Qiang along before was because she enjoyed the feeling of