Transmigrated as the Villain's Fiancée Who Seeks Death (GL) - Chapter 9

The sports car had already been ordered and was expected to be delivered next month.

However, that wasn’t the main point.

The main point was—the money this utterly oblivious original owner planned to use to buy the car was likely from Jiang Xingzhi…

…From Jiang Xingzhi…

Xia Rushui spat out a mouthful of milk tea.

This iced milk tea is practically burning my mouth!

Xia Rushui’s expression gradually twisted.

Taking money given by her fiancée to buy a sports car for a girl she hasn’t even won over yet???

With her limited vocabulary, Xia Rushui could only muster a single phrase: “That is utterly fucking incredible!”

The original owner’s maneuver had reached the pinnacle of life achievement.

Unbelievable!

She hadn’t even come of age but already understood the ways of a rich woman: You must grab both the flower at home and the wild flower outside, and you must hold onto both firmly!

The original owner had become a winner in certain aspects of life.

If you overlook the fact that she’s not an adult…

All of the original owner’s expenses before she turned eighteen were kindly covered by the Jiang family. Before Jiang Xingzhi went abroad, she had instructed her assistant to give the original owner a large sum of money. She hadn’t planned on returning or seeing the original owner for two years, but then… her mother forced her to come home to find a partner.

Jiang Xingzhi had never mentioned this money to Xia Rushui, and Xia Rushui didn’t know about it.

It wasn’t until Shen Anru brought it up today that Xia Rushui learned this money even existed.

And that the original owner had already spent all of it.

That wretched car was even paid for in full!

Xia Rushui didn’t know what to say to express this feeling, which was akin to fricking a chihuahua.

Gifting a valuable sports car carried a very negative implication…

In the original novel, Shen Yishu was the illegitimate daughter of the top-tier wealthy Shen family, though she hadn’t yet been acknowledged by the family and lived with his mother. Attending a prestigious school like St. Lan’s based on her grades alone already set her apart from the other students, and her self-esteem was incredibly high.

The original owner’s grand gesture of a car couldn’t help but cause bad associations. For someone with such strong self-respect as Shen Yishu to be treated this way…

It seemed Shen Yishu’s cold and heartless rejection of her was actually mild. It was a huge act of restraint for her not to break the bratty original owner’s legs.

Shen Anru might not seem very bright, but she was surprisingly adept at gathering intelligence—a good candidate for underground work.

She was not only privy to all the original owner’s messy affairs but also quite knowledgeable about the Jiang family.

When Shen Anru couldn’t explain something clearly, Yuge would chime in with a timely clarification.

Xia Rushui realized these two were not ordinary people. To be connected to the Jiang family, the richest family in Yuncheng, and to know so much about them, Shen Anru and Yuge were certainly not to be underestimated.

Even if they weren’t on the same level as the Ye family, they were close.

The seemingly out-of-place lone male in the small group, Su He, was an exceptional student whom the principal had poached with a high salary. He firmly held the top spot in the Liberal Arts grade, a position Xia Ranran desperately hated him for, making her the perennial second place.

The original owner managed to get involved with Su He because she once rescued him from a group of small-time gangsters.

The reason for the rescue was simple: because he was the number one in Liberal Arts, putting him ahead of Xia Ranran. Following the principle that “the enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Su He officially joined the small team.

This small team had a name that even the author felt ashamed to write: the Seven Stars Gang.

The original owner was the leader, and Shen Anru was the protector, which is why Su He called her “Boss” yesterday.

The name was also chosen very casually. Allegedly, when the original owner was naming the group, the coffee shop TV was showing a silly melodrama called Love of the Seven Stars. Thus, the completely oblivious original owner, with as few brain cells as Xia Rushui, casually came up with the name.

“……” Okay, that’s very strong.

That’s definitely something a middle-school syndrome girl like the original owner would do.

The sports car had been paid for in full. Xia Rushui called the dealership, and they informed her that since it was a special custom order, it couldn’t be refunded, and she could only wait for the pickup.

What a spoiled brat!

The thought of the original owner spending such a huge sum without batting an eye made the miserly Scrooge, Xia Rushui, ache with pain.

The Luosifen under the kitchen floorboards were all lined up and safely hidden. Not a single bag was missing. Xia Rushui breathed a small sigh of relief. It seemed Jiang Xingzhi hadn’t discovered her treasure yet.

If Jiang Xingzhi dared to throw away her Luosifen, Xia Rushui was ready to fight her to the death!

She had been extremely careful. Besides that one time she ate it in the kitchen with Jiang Xingzhi, every other time she cooked it, she would go outside the villa to eat. She also remembered to open the windows for ventilation so as not to bother anyone else.

Luosifen was the only medium that connected her to her previous life.

During the day, after a busy day of studying and working, returning to her rented apartment, cooking a bowl of richly garnished Luosifen, and drinking the hot soup—that was the happiest moment.

She didn’t want to lose this last bit of cherished memory.

*

Classes resumed the day after the exams finished.

St. Lan was different from other schools. Some high schools dropped minor subjects like music, arts, and physical education in the senior year to focus on academic scores. However, at St. Lan, because the student scores were extremely polarized and the gap was vast, various interest classes flourished. There were classes for musical instruments, dance, calligraphy, and even Go…

Every year, St. Lan students won numerous awards in various art competitions, and they were all top-notch.

In short, all activities that could boost college admission scores were offered. Students had to choose two to three to study, which was euphemistically called “encouraging individual development,” but was actually a way to increase the enrollment rate and maintain the school’s prestige.

To promote physical fitness, there were also two physical education classes per week, scheduled for Friday afternoons, with two classes combined for the session.

Xia Rushui’s Liberal Arts Class 1 had P.E. with Science Class 1… which was Shen Yishu’s class.

Unfortunately, the first day of class after the exams was Friday.

The first P.E. class was a test of the 800-meter run. Most students were running with gritted teeth, grimaces, and drenched in sweat, paying the price for a holiday of laziness.

The P.E. teacher was a humorous person. He gleefully teased the students who were about to collapse, “You were too indulgent. Your freedom went too far, making you fatter. Tsk-tsk. You have to bear the pain yourself.”

“Alright, little fatty-patties. Now we’re going to do some exercises that are good for the body and mind.”

The students’ eyes lit up.

“It’s the first class of the semester, so let’s start with a bang. You’ll pay for your indulgence. Now, pair up. Girls do sit-ups, and boys do push-ups. Ten sets of ten.”

“Is there any humanity, Teacher???” Someone immediately protested.

“No! I’m completely dictatorial and authoritarian! I decide! Listen to me!”

Although the students were unwilling, they mumbled and groaned as they found their partners and formed groups.

The original owner’s popularity was indeed terrible. No one came to ask Xia Rushui to team up. Xia Rushui was happy for the peace and quiet and was about to sneak away to hide in the shade of a tree.

“Hey! You… who are you?” the P.E. teacher suddenly called out.