After Marrying the Cold and Elegant Beauty, I Fell in Love (GL) - Chapter 6

At this moment, more and more people gathered around. Even couples from the playground came over to watch the spectacle.

Han Shuangshuang happened to be standing directly under the bright streetlamp, so everyone could clearly see her expression—and the underwear hanging off her foot.

“Isn’t that Han Shuangshuang? I never expected a rich heiress to do something like this.”

“Why not? When people get rich enough, their minds get twisted. They feel that normal things can’t satisfy their desires anymore, so they look for this kind of ‘thrill.’”

“Her reputation has always been bad anyway, hanging out with thugs. It’s not surprising she’d do something like this.”

“So how do we solve this? The culprit’s been caught.”

“We can’t let her off easy. This has happened several times already. If we hadn’t staked out the area today, we wouldn’t have caught her. We can’t let this slide; take her to the teacher.”

The jeers from the crowd grew louder. At first, it was just the girls who had been chasing the dog, but eventually, the latecomers joined in, their words becoming increasingly nasty and the suggested consequences more severe.

Han Shuangshuang: “Wait, let me explain. What you see isn’t necessarily the truth!”

“What’s there to explain? Taking her to a teacher is too light a punishment. We should call the police—isn’t this pure harassment?”

Han Shuangshuang heard a familiar voice. She turned her head and saw the three girls from Shen Yuru’s dorm. They stood with hands on hips, looking triumphant and disdainful, as if they had finally caught a handle on her to repay the humiliation from this morning.

“Exactly! Weren’t Han Shuangshuang and Shen Yuru so ‘close’? This afternoon she was acting all high and mighty at our dorm door, poking her nose into other people’s business. Now she’s caught mid-stealth stealing Shen Yuru’s underwear. Rich people really do play dirty.”

“Stealing underwear is no small matter. If she doesn’t want us to call the police, shouldn’t she kneel and apologize? She needs to earn our forgiveness. After all, if she can steal Shen Yuru’s today, our laundry won’t be safe tomorrow.”

Han Shuangshuang gritted her teeth, her “puppy eyes” burning with rage.

“You three just got here, didn’t you? You have no idea what actually happened, yet here you are spouting lies. If I’m being framed, how are you three going to take responsibility for your words?”

Unfraid, Han Shuangshuang stood tall without a trace of panic. “Right is right. This spot under the lamp is the brightest place on campus, and the path you chased from is lined with cameras. All we need to do is check the surveillance to know exactly what happened.”

“Sister, I believe you wouldn’t do such a thing, but there are so many witnesses now. Don’t be stubborn,” a soft, weak voice rang out. For some reason, the moment Han Shuangshuang heard it, she knew this was the “White Lotus” female lead with the warped values.

Han Ruhua pushed through the crowd and walked up to Han Shuangshuang as if she were braving fire and water. She grabbed Han Shuangshuang’s hand. “Sister, even if the whole world is against you, I will stand firmly by your side. But with so many people here, it’s better to back down first. If this blows up, it won’t do you any good.”

Han Shuangshuang was almost moved to laughter by the sheer gall. On the surface, Han Ruhua seemed to be helping her, but every word was designed to solidify her guilt.

“Then I really must thank you for being so desperate to label me an underwear thief,” Han Shuangshuang said coldly, staring at Han Ruhua with an expressionless face.

“Sister, don’t look at me like that, I’m scared. Even if there are misunderstandings between us, we’re still sisters connected by blood.” Han Ruhua covered half of her small face with her hand, revealing eyes that looked ready to cry—the picture of a kind-hearted sister whose good intentions were being rejected.

“Sister, I know you don’t like Sister Shen, but you can’t bully her so openly. Those are family grudges; they have nothing to do with us. Mother taught us to live in peace and love.”

Han Shuangshuang felt her blood pressure skyrocket to 180. Anyone listening to this daily would be infuriated to death. No wonder the original host was rebellious; she probably thought that acting out was the only way to get her father to notice and give her some justice. Facing a two-faced “White Lotus” mother-daughter duo like this, the straightforward original host never stood a chance.

[System: Friendly Reminder: Do not let Shen Yuru misunderstand you, or her Blackening Value may increase.]

Han Shuangshuang understood. Shen Yuru was naturally suspicious and had grown up surrounded by rumors. If Shen Yuru believed that the person who fought for her today was actually a pervert who stole her clothes at night, all trust would be shattered. Her Blackening Value was already at the limit; if this went wrong, changing her fate would be impossible.

Han Shuangshuang stepped forward and looked at Shen Yuru. “Sister Shen, I don’t care about what others think. I only want to know: do you also believe I stole this?”

Her gaze was firm and persistent, staring straight into Shen Yuru’s phoenix eyes.

Shen Yuru didn’t answer immediately. Her cold eyes betrayed no emotion—no joy, no sorrow, no anger. She looked as if she weren’t the protagonist of this drama or the center of the controversy.

After about thirty seconds, Shen Yuru spoke. Her voice was very light and calm, making everyone instinctively hold their breath to hear.

“I washed my personal clothing this afternoon and left it outside to dry. The weather was good, so it should have been dry by tonight, which is why I came to collect it. However, the underwear at your feet is covered in mud and even water stains. Clearly, it wasn’t held in your hand while you were running. I think there must be a misunderstanding.”

Even though Shen Yuru stated her logic, the crowd wasn’t about to admit they were wrong. They didn’t care about the truth; they only cared about feeling like they were on the side of “justice.” If they were wrong, they would simply force justice to be on their side.

Yan Huan, who had run off to dry-heave, managed to get most of the alcohol out of her system. Seeing the crowd surrounding Han Shuangshuang and hearing the gist of the situation, she immediately sprinted off.

The situation was at a stalemate until Long Aodi suddenly appeared. Han Shuangshuang rolled her eyes. Is this guy everywhere?

“It’s almost curfew. Why isn’t everyone back in their dorms? What’s happening here?”

Han Ruhua’s eyes lit up when she saw Long Aodi. She immediately sashayed over to him, leaning in close and explaining the situation—though every sentence emphasized how Han Shuangshuang had done something bad and refused to admit it.

Long Aodi frowned with an air of “justice.” “In that case, Classmate Han, write a self-reflection letter and hand it to me. I will report this to the teachers and tell the security to increase patrols to prevent this from happening again.”

Han Shuangshuang: “Wait, why am I writing a reflection? Why are you so sure I did it? What if I said a dog dropped the underwear here and it just happened to hit my foot?”

Long Aodi: “Stop making trouble. You failed so many classes in the first semester. If you don’t actively admit your mistake now, I will apply to the school to have you held back a year so you can ‘reflect’ properly.”

Giving him an inch and he takes a mile—he really thinks he’s a supreme commander. Han Shuangshuang had never seen a Student Union President so arrogant.

“Sister, don’t be stubborn anymore,” Han Ruhua added. “The President is very kind. If you admit your mistake, he will plead with the teachers for you. I’ll even hide this from Father so he doesn’t know what you did at school.”

“Han Shuangshuang, I’m here!”

Yan Huan squeezed through the crowd, clutching a tablet. Behind her was a male student holding a yellow dog by the scruff of its neck.

“I just went to the security room to check the cameras. I saved it to the tablet; we can play it right now,” Yan Huan said, shoving the device into Han Shuangshuang’s hands.

The footage showed that Han Shuangshuang was just a lucky scapegoat. The “thief” behind the recent laundry disappearances was actually “Senior Yellow” (the dog).

The male student holding the dog explained: “I’m from the logistics department. The girls’ dorms have been reporting thefts, so I’ve been watching. I finally cornered him today, but this dog runs fast! I couldn’t keep up and he dropped the ‘evidence’ halfway through. I’m sorry this girl was wrongly accused.”

Han Shuangshuang was about 1.7 meters tall, but she stood on her tiptoes and held the tablet high, rotating 360 degrees like a giant mall screen so everyone could see the evidence.

A smirk played on her lips. “Mr. President, my ‘dear sister,’ what do you have to say now? Shouldn’t you apologize for your rash judgment?”

Long Aodi felt his face burning. He had lost to Han Shuangshuang twice in one day. This whole scenario was something he had planned to “heroically” resolve in front of Shen Yuru, but Han Shuangshuang’s presence ruined it again.

The onlookers looked at each other and lowered their heads. As long as they stayed quiet, the conflict would shift entirely to Long Aodi. After all, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot.

Han Shuangshuang placed the underwear in a small bag and handed it to Shen Yuru.

“Thank you, Sister Shen, for being willing to believe in me.” She wasn’t about to let being a scapegoat go so easily. “As long as I can protect your things, a little grievance is nothing. It just seems like everyone else was targeting me on purpose… Oh well, they’re just here for the show; they won’t take responsibility for what they say. Unlike Sister Shen, who is observant and believed in me firmly. You’re as kind as you are beautiful. I’m willing to endure any amount of trouble for you.”

Shen Yuru took the bag and lowered her head slightly without speaking.

[System: Friendly Reminder: Shen Yuru’s Blackening Value decreased by 7%. Current Value: 90%.]

Han Shuangshuang gave herself a mental thumbs-up. She finally figured out what Shen Yuru liked—that was a whole 7%!

To everyone else, she was a dominant “big wolf,” but in front of Shen Yuru, she acted like a “pitiful puppy.” This contrast left the crowd jaw-dropped.

Long Aodi, unwilling to let Han Shuangshuang steal all the spotlight, spoke up: “Classmate Han, I’m sorry. I was indeed rash just now.”

“No need. How could a Student Union President ever be wrong? But if you truly want to repent, why don’t you take a tally of everyone here who wrongly accused and defamed me? Have each of them write a 3,000-word self-reflection and put it on my desk tomorrow. Then, I might forgive everyone.”

Long Aodi’s face turned green. He couldn’t let her keep investigating. He could only grit his teeth and nod in agreement.

Shen Yuru had already quietly stepped back behind the crowd. she looked up at Han Shuangshuang’s joyful, triumphant face and those “puppy eyes” that seemed to burn with a passionate fire.

Open and sincere. It was… truly enviable.