Just Wanting to Divorce My Love Rival - Chapter 11

The yellow-haired girl followed behind Liu Sihui, whispering cautiously, “Maybe we should just let it go.”

“Are you farting at me?” Liu Sihui’s eyes were vicious. “If I just let this go, how am I supposed to stay at the top in Xuanfeng? If I don’t give her a lesson, my people will think I’ve gone soft. The word ‘forget’ doesn’t exist in Liu Sihui’s dictionary.”

“But,” the girl bit her lip anxiously, trying to persuade her, “Boss, the reason I suggested posting that video online to teach her a lesson was to take a detour. I was afraid of provoking Zhong Yingzhi. She seems to be one of Zhong Yingzhi’s people.”

“Don’t you dare mention that video to me! That was your rotten idea—have I not been cursed at enough?” Liu Sihui was full of rage. “You’re overthinking it. There’s no way she’s Zhong Yingzhi’s person. Who is Zhong Yingzhi? Her eyes are on the top of her head; she looks down on everyone. Helping them in the cafeteria was probably just a random act of kindness.”

The yellow-haired girl wanted to argue further, but Liu Sihui glared at her. “Shut the hell up. Today I’m going to corner that bitch Mu Cheng. Are you coming or not? If you don’t come, don’t bother hanging out with me anymore.”

The girl feared Mu Cheng really was connected to Zhong Yingzhi, but she didn’t want to offend Liu Sihui. Finally, she stomped her foot and agreed. “Boss, what are you saying? If you’re cornering someone, of course I’m going.”

Liu Sihui snorted, her expression softening slightly. “That’s more like it.”

As the saying goes, “extreme joy turns to sorrow.” Only two days after the video incident, Mu Cheng found herself in trouble.

Although she had anticipated that Liu Sihui wouldn’t let things go easily, she hadn’t expected them to be arrogant enough to go this far.

Mu Cheng was forcefully dragged into an alleyway outside the school. The alley was narrow and muddy from recent rain, and the air smelled of damp earth.

Seven or eight people surrounded her, their hair a kaleidoscope of colors—a flashy, retro “Smart” (Shamate) style.

Mu Cheng took a step back. “What do you want?”

Liu Sihui chewed her gum and blew a bubble, looking at her with a mocking smile. “I say, are you getting a bit ahead of yourself? What, you aren’t happy that I posted your video online?”

Surrounded by a group with malicious intent, it was impossible not to be afraid. Mu Cheng kept backing away, her eyes alert.

Liu Sihui spat the gum onto the ground, took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, lit one with a lighter, and took a drag. “Just because you’re in the same dorm as Zhong Yingzhi, you think she’s going to cover for you? She saved you once in the cafeteria and you got so inflated you think you can walk sideways in this school?”

Cigarette in hand, Liu Sihui approached Mu Cheng with a thuggish air. “How about this: I’ll give you my position as boss. You can be the boss of Xuanfeng. What do you think?”

Mu Cheng’s hands at her sides were trembling slightly. She was terrified but didn’t want to show weakness, so she feigned composure. “Private fighting will get you expelled. Aren’t you afraid of being kicked out? If you don’t move, believe it or not, I’ll call the police.”

“Call the police?” Liu Sihui laughed. “Hey, did you guys hear that? She said she’s gonna call the police.”

the seven or eight girls around her burst into laughter.

“You’re gonna call the police? I’m so scared! Getting expelled for fighting? How terrifying! I’m dying of fright!”

Following Liu Sihui’s words, the girls laughed even harder, completely disregarding Mu Cheng’s threat.

Liu Sihui leaned into Mu Cheng’s face and blew smoke at her. The pungent smell of tobacco suddenly filled Mu Cheng’s nose; she choked and bent over, coughing violently.

“Such a good student, can’t even handle the smell of smoke,” Liu Sihui sneered. “I’m not an unreasonable person. Kneel down, give me three kowtows and an apology, and we’ll call it even for what happened before.”

Mu Cheng coughed until her neck turned red. Once she recovered, she stood straight and glared at her.

Liu Sihui dropped the cigarette and crushed it under her foot. “Now you either kneel and apologize, or I’ll strip you bare and take some photos for us to enjoy. Two choices—pick one. Of course, we’d love for you to pick the second one.”

Liu Sihui signaled the yellow-haired girl, who took out her phone, opened the camera, and pointed it at Mu Cheng.

“I’m not picking anything. Go to hell!” With a burst of desperate courage, Mu Cheng picked up a stone from the ground and lunged at Liu Sihui.

Cornered in this alley where no one would hear her cries, she was going to be humiliated anyway. She might as well strike first—every punch landed was a win.

As they say, “to catch the bandits, first catch the leader.” She would hit Liu Sihui first.

The plan was perfect, but reality was cruel.

Mu Cheng was just a young girl who had never even been in a fight—someone who could barely carry a bucket of water. How could she beat the school “boss” Liu Sihui, especially with seven or eight lackeys at her side?

In just a few moves, Mu Cheng’s hair was grabbed, and she was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Liu Sihui touched her face; a patch of skin was scraped and bleeding. “Damn you, you actually dared to throw a stone at me!”

Liu Sihui stepped forward and delivered several hard kicks to Mu Cheng’s stomach as she lay pinned.

After seven or eight kicks, feeling satisfied, she signaled her lackeys. “Strip her for me! Yellow Hair, film it well. Make sure it’s clear.”

Yellow Hair nodded repeatedly, holding up the phone to record.

Mu Cheng clutched her stomach. The taste of iron filled her throat as a mouthful of blood surged up. Her vision grew blurry and unfocused, and the combination of pain and terror made her whole body shake.

As they moved to pull off her clothes, Mu Cheng struggled, her eyes full of horror.

In her moment of despair, someone passed the mouth of the alley.

“Help!” Mu Cheng screamed at the top of her lungs, calling out to the passerby.

The person at the alley entrance stopped and looked sideways. She had long brownish-gold hair draped over her shoulders, and her pale blue eyes were filled with indifference.

Yellow Hair lowered the phone and walked to Liu Sihui’s side, whispering, “Someone’s at the entrance. It’s Zhong Yingzhi.”

Liu Sihui frowned, feeling uneasy. Zhong Yingzhi had helped Mu Cheng in the cafeteria before, but back then she said she didn’t know her. It seemed their relationship wasn’t great. Liu Sihui had guessed they weren’t close, which is why she dared to move against Mu Cheng, but now she wasn’t so sure.

Mu Cheng’s eyes lit up when she saw it was Zhong Yingzhi. She let out a silent breath of relief and pushed at the people pinning her down. “Zhong Yingzhi, save me!”

Zhong Yingzhi lingered at the alley entrance for a moment, then retracted her gaze and walked away at an unhurried pace.

“Zhong Yingzhi! Don’t go! Are you really just going to watch me die?!” Mu Cheng watched helplessly as she walked away.

As the figure disappeared, the hope in Mu Cheng’s eyes died with it. She panicked.

Liu Sihui let out a long sigh of relief, her heart settling back into place. She signaled the others. “What are you staring for? Keep filming! Keep stripping her!”

Mu Cheng curled into a corner, clutching her clothes and shivering.

Liu Sihui gave the order, but her lackeys didn’t move. Just as she was about to ask why, she heard a sound behind her—the splat of feet stepping into a muddy puddle.

Before Liu Sihui could even turn her head, a sharp pain struck her skull, and she collapsed to the ground.

She had been struck down from behind.

Zhong Yingzhi had returned, holding a wooden club she had picked up from somewhere.

Zhong Yingzhi pointed the club at Liu Sihui, her eyes narrowing as she asked coldly, “How many times did you kick her?”

Liu Sihui clutched her bleeding head, her anger suppressed by fear.

Zhong Yingzhi scanned the other lackeys, her gaze landing on Yellow Hair. “You tell me. How many times did she kick her?”

Yellow Hair hid the phone behind her back, swallowed hard, and stammered, “About… about seven or eight times.”

Zhong Yingzhi remained expressionless and held out her hand. “Give me the phone.”

Yellow Hair hurriedly handed it over. After taking the phone and watching the video recorded just now, Zhong Yingzhi’s beautiful face was suddenly clouded with dark rage.

She thinned her lips and slammed the phone violently onto the ground.

The phone shattered next to Liu Sihui with a loud crack, making her flinch in terror.

Liu Sihui scrambled up. “Miss Zhong, last time you said you didn’t know her, I thought…”

Zhong Yingzhi didn’t wait for her to finish. She raised the club and pointed it at her. “I watched the video. It was well-filmed. You kicked her a total of ten times.”

With that, Zhong Yingzhi’s eyes turned fierce. She swung the wooden club at Liu Sihui’s body. Liu Sihui shielded her head and crouched on the ground, not daring to fight back at all.

Blow after blow—each one landed hard and heavy. The sound of the wood hitting flesh and Liu Sihui’s cries of pain echoed in the small alley.

The lackeys who usually followed Liu Sihui’s lead didn’t dare step forward; they all shrank back, motionless.

Mu Cheng watched this scene with wide eyes. She had never seen this side of Zhong Yingzhi. The old Zhong Yingzhi was just cold and sharp-tongued; she was never like this—vicious enough to inspire terror, vicious enough that it looked like she wanted to kill someone.

Mu Cheng naturally wouldn’t feel sorry for Liu Sihui, but at this rate, if she kept hitting her, she would likely kill or permanently disable her.

Enduring her own pain, Mu Cheng scrambled up from the ground and grabbed the hand Zhong Yingzhi was using to swing the club. “Sister! Big Sister! Stop! Something’s gonna happen if you keep going!”

Zhong Yingzhi stopped and looked at Mu Cheng. Her gaze was like a bone-chilling winter wind, filled with a ruthlessness that made Mu Cheng flinch in fear.

Taking advantage of the gap, Liu Sihui scrambled up and ran away stumbling. As she fled, she looked back, her eyes twitching with malice.

With Liu Sihui gone, her lackeys scattered like startled birds.

Only Zhong Yingzhi and Mu Cheng remained in the alley.

Mu Cheng’s hair was a mess, blood remained at the corner of her mouth, her body was covered in mud, and her clothes were disheveled—a total wreck.

Having survived the ordeal, Mu Cheng slumped back onto the ground and began to cry pathetically.

Zhong Yingzhi dropped the wooden club. She looked down at the person on the ground, shoulders shaking with sobs. Her lips thinned, and a flash of helplessness and regret flickered in her eyes.

She took off her coat, stepped forward, and draped it over Mu Cheng’s shoulders. Her hard voice softened unusually as she said, “Don’t cry.”