Overbearing Face-Slap!

Seeing Lan Qingxin about to be struck.

Secretary Lu outside the door was frantic.

Little Miss, how could you fall for their trap and dance to their tune? These are shrews; there is nothing they wouldn't do.

The mere thought of a frail, sickly girl like Lan Qingxin being beaten to the point of vomiting blood by this group of ferocious parents made his hair stand on end—he was ready to charge in and protect her.

Money, he had brought.

Withdrawal and transfer, he could arrange immediately.

However...

Before Secretary Lu could push the door open.

He heard Qin Xin's calm voice ring out once more, forceful and clear: "I beat people and corrupted the school spirit? Where is the evidence?"

Evidence?

The parents looked at each other in dismay. Did this matter even require evidence?

Mrs. Yao shouted: "We are the evidence!"

"That's right! Our children said it was you!" the parents chimed in one after another.

Qin Xin's lips curled slightly: "Empty words hold no weight. Do you not even understand this basic legal common sense?"

A group of adults was left utterly speechless, choked up by this female student.

Mrs. Yao gritted her teeth and asked the Dean as if it were a matter of course: "Get her the surveillance footage! Make her admit defeat!"

The Dean, who had been kept on the sidelines by the parents, finally had a chance to voice his opinion: "Ahem, excuse me, parents, but that path by the lake... it doesn't have any surveillance cameras."

Secretary Lu outside the door breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: Great. No surveillance means no evidence of Little Miss hitting anyone, so the parents have no grounds to act.

Little did he expect.

The very next second.

A digital camcorder appeared in Qin Xin's hand: "There is no surveillance by the lake, but there is in the infirmary. This camera happens to be pointed directly at the lakeside."

She tapped her fingertip, and the footage from the camera began to play—

It was the exact scene from earlier today at the entrance of the school infirmary, showing her confrontation with Yao Dazhuang, Yu Xiaochun, and the others!

Secretary Lu, who had just let out a breath, felt his heart leap into his throat once again.

He clenched his fists and lamented: Little Miss, you are helping them find evidence of your own crimes! Did you really hit your head and lose your mind?

There was clearly no evidence before.

And now, she had handed it over on a silver platter!

He gripped Nalan Ye-Jue's business card, preparing to barge in and save her.

However.

The scene that followed was even more unexpected!

As the camera footage played slowly, although there was no audio, one could clearly see Yao Dazhuang and his gang of students each clutching a snowball, hurling them fiercely at Lan Qingxin's forehead!

Then, Yao Dazhuang waved his arms as if shouting in agitation, even attempting to strike her time and time again.

Yet, Lan Qingxin stood there calmly the entire time, not even lifting a finger.

In the end, it was Yao Dazhuang and the others who lost their footing, slipped, and tumbled down the steps one after another, falling into the Ice Lake.

Far from Lan Qingxin hitting anyone, the video showed she hadn't even opened her mouth to argue; she simply stood there, frail and weak, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

From start to finish, it was Yao Dazhuang and his group who had been the aggressors!

Besides, how could such a thin, weak girl in the video push eight students into the Ice Lake all at once? How could she fight eight people at once?

It was a complete joke!

Even the most unreasonable Mrs. Yao didn't dare to spout any more nonsense.

The video finished playing.

The noisy room fell as silent as stagnant water.

Qin Xin's voice rang out, sharp as a needle drop: "The aggressors will pay four hundred thousand in compensation; those who caused trouble and corrupted the school spirit will sign their withdrawal papers. Now, shouldn't you be paying up and getting lost?"

She slowly rolled up the gauze on her forehead, revealing the wound on her scalp.

With an air of "This injury was entirely caused by your little brats, so hurry up and pay up to beg for mercy," her posture was as arrogant as it was cold.

Everyone: "..."

So, the moment that "ugly freak" walked in and asked for compensation, withdrawal, and evidence, she had been waiting to slap them in the face.

Secretary Lu: "..."

It turned out Little Miss hadn't fallen into a trap; it was this bunch of idiots who had been led by the nose into a pit, only to be held down and slapped in the face.

Damn!

That slap to the face was far too sudden!

[--A Word from the Silly Author--]

Little sprites, your Lord is back.

The story of Xiao Qingxin that I once promised you all is finally making its domineering debut.

Young Master Jue hides his repressed, brooding temperament quite deeply, have you noticed? Lord Qing's flashy maneuvers are open, bold, and magnificent—don't you just love them?

Therefore, this is not a traditional story of a big CEO saving a poor little thing, but a story of two domineering CEOs competing in a battle of flashy maneuvers.

As for whose maneuvers are flashier, Lord Qing's or Young Master Jue's, you must leave a comment and tell your Lord!

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