After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

Xiang Jiao has always been easily provoked. She was almost pulled away by Bian Jiahui, but when she heard me say that, she shook off her and turned around to rush in front of me.

"You know perfectly well how you insulted people. It's just that Jia Hui's family had some business troubles, so you had your dad buy their car. That wouldn't have been a big deal, but you park it in front of the school every day. Isn't that just deliberately provoking people?"

"No wonder the school heartthrob Song didn't want you. Someone as cold-hearted and boastful as you was the right choice not to be with you!"

It was only then that I realized that during the few days I went to and from school alone, Bian Jiahui had already prepared reasons and excuses for herself.

Xiang Jiao kept criticizing me, saying that the car had great sentimental value for Bian Jiahui, and that the license plate number was specially chosen for her by Bian Jiahui's family.

I glanced at Bian Jiahui and noticed that her face had turned completely pale.

Sometimes a car's value isn't just about the car itself; the license plate is also a symbol of wealth. Bian Jiahui clearly knows that this car's license plate represents my birthday, yet now he's even trying to steal the meaning of the license plate. He really wants to steal everything from me.

Just as I was about to speak, Bian Jiahui quickly came over and grabbed my arm, explaining urgently, "Wanwan, that's not how it is. Please don't misunderstand. Class is about to start, so please stop making noise."

She's always like this. Whenever something happens, she just says things like "that's not how it is" or "don't misunderstand," but she never explains what the misunderstanding is or what it actually is.

But this time, I've seen through this trick and I'm tired of it.

I reached out and shoved her aside, then turned to Xiang Jiao and asked, "Who told you this car belongs to Bian Jiahui?"

"Isn't this obvious to everyone? Do we need anyone to tell us?" Xiang Jiao sneered.

I chuckled along and casually asked her, "What if I said this car, including the license plate, has been mine from beginning to end?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Xiang Jiao laughed even harder, raised her head with a look of disdain, and said, "Jiang Wanying, you are really disgusting in your words and actions. Jia Hui used to drive us home in this car before, and she used to take this car to school."

"You're such a clever copycat. You want to take everything Jia Hui has. Do you think that just because you're showing off your wealth, we'll fawn over you and play around with you? Do you think Song, the school heartthrob, will even give you a second glance?"

She took two steps forward, continuing arrogantly and provocatively, "You just make us all think you're disgusting!"

It seems that Bian Jiahui's previous persona has deeply resonated with people, otherwise these people wouldn't trust her so much.

However, I had already guessed Bian Jiahui's tricks. I may not be as good as her at distorting the truth, but there are some things that cannot be reversed, and that is the purchase receipts and records.

I immediately took out my phone and found the receipts and vehicle registration certificate that I had prepared beforehand. "Compared to who this car has been given to, I think the vehicle registration certificate and receipts are more reliable proof of who this car belongs to."

I presented the evidence to them, and Xiang Jiao, who had been laughing arrogantly, was instantly dumbfounded.

Her expression froze. She snatched my phone and examined it repeatedly before turning to Bian Jiahui. "This...this car really belongs to Jiang Wanying? Then why did you..."

She opened her mouth, clearly wanting to ask Bian Jiahui many questions, but seemed unsure where to begin.

Ignoring Bian Jiahui's pleading gaze, I continued Xiang Jiao's words, "You want to ask him why he rode in my car with Song Chenhao to school before, right? And you want to ask him why he has never explained it."

Seeing Xiang Jiao's shocked expression, her followers couldn't help but start whispering among themselves, curious about what was going on.

Because of our group standing here, we attracted the attention of many students from different classes.

The students who arrived later didn't know what was going on, so the students who arrived earlier started to help explain. As Bian Jiahui listened to the surrounding discussions, her face grew paler and paler, and she became somewhat unsteady on her feet.

“Wanwan…” she looked at me with a mournful expression.

In the past, when she stared at me with that expression, I would consider her feelings because I used to treat her as a friend. But not anymore.

In front of many classmates, I said directly, "It's normal for Bian Jiahui to come to school in my car. Her mother is our nanny, and my mother used to give her 20,000 yuan of pocket money every month to help me with my studies. I thought it wasn't easy for her to study, so I asked my driver to give her a ride here."

"nanny?"

"Isn't Bian Jiahui from a wealthy family? Could it be that her family went bankrupt? They even had to sell their car." Later, I heard my classmates whispering among themselves.

As soon as he said that, the rescuer immediately explained, "This car has always belonged to the Jiang family. The license plate number was specially chosen by the Jiang family for their daughter. It is said that the number represents Jiang Wanying's birthday. Bian Jiahui is a liar from beginning to end."

The surrounding whispers grew louder and louder. Bian Jiahui's eyes reddened, and she lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Xiang Jiao turned her head and stared straight at her, her tone filled with anger and questioning, asking her what exactly happened.

I couldn't help but sneer at Xiang Jiao, saying, "Xiang Jiao, don't you understand? The reason she didn't explain was to maintain her image as a rich young lady. But you're like a fool, being played around like a fool. You treat her as a good friend, but she doesn't care about you at all."

I retorted with the same words she had just used, and Xiang Jiao's expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

Xiang Jiao is someone who can't tolerate any nonsense, and immediately questioned Bian Jiahui about whether she had lied to her!

Others around also began to gossip about Bian Jiahui's vanity, saying they never expected her to be that kind of person.

Xiang Jiao was even more furious, shoving Bian Jiahui and calling her a liar.

Forced into a corner, Bian Jiahui finally couldn't help but look up, waving her hands forcefully twice, her voice becoming sharper, "That's not how it is! I never said this car was mine! You've misunderstood, it has nothing to do with me!"

With a single sentence, she absolved herself of all responsibility, and everyone present fell silent instantly.

I know why these people reacted this way. Although Bian Jiahui is vain, she is also quite clever and always leaves herself room for maneuver when she lies.

She never says what she wants to say directly, but instead constantly hints to others to uncover the "truth". Whenever something is misunderstood, she will only say a few irrelevant and ambiguous words.

“If it weren’t for what you said that misled them, if it weren’t for your repeated failures to explain things clearly, how could they have misunderstood?” I crossed my arms and stared at her.

When the people around me heard what I said, they immediately started talking about Bian Jiahui. They weren't stupid; after they realized what was happening, their attitude towards her changed.

Most people wore sneers on their faces, saying that it was the first time they had seen the nanny's daughter, and that she had almost bullied the employer's daughter.

Mocking, gossiping, and accusing—all these criticisms were instantly directed at Bian Jiahui alone.

I crossed my arms and didn't say anything more, just waiting to see how Bian Jiahui could manage to maintain her public image this time.

But I never expected that Song Chenhao would suddenly step forward at this moment.

"Enough!" he snapped, interrupting the crowd.