"I can make a scene at your workplace, too. I can send proof of your domestic abuse and your ** to every one of your supervisors and coworkers, so they can see what kind of person you are."
"Su Jian, don't push me." Deng Qin's voice was cold. "I can make sure you walk away from the divorce with nothing. Let's end this before I change my mind."
Su Jian stared at her in shock. "How did you know?"
Deng Qin had no intention of answering him. While his guard was down, she kicked him away. The male teachers moved together: one pinned him down, another covered his mouth, and they handed him over to the police.
An "attacker" had entered the school. Of course they had to call the police. Su Jian could expect to spend a long time at the station.
Deng Qin apologized to the entire school for disrupting its routine because of her personal affairs.
She had considered resigning, but the Principal refused.
"Ms. Deng," the Principal said plainly, "you did nothing wrong."
It was not Deng Qin's fault that she had suffered domestic abuse. It was not her fault that her ex-husband had harassed her. And she was not the one who had barged into the school.
"All I know is that you're an excellent teacher. Losing you would be a loss for No. 1 High School."
"And I don't want No. 1 High School to lose a good teacher."
"Thank you," Deng Qin said.
The students secretly listening outside the office breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great! Ms. Deng isn't leaving."
Deng Qin opened the door, and the students tumbled to the floor like dumplings dropping into a pot, piling up into a little hill.
The Director of Academic Affairs appeared in the