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

I looked at the designer bag in front of me; it was last year's model, not this year's new one at all. I almost burst out laughing.

Is this bag all you're trying to use to repay the kindness and care our family has shown her?

To outsiders, I suppose they would think that I, the daughter of the Jiang family, am incredibly ungrateful.

Not only did she wear the same clothes as me, but she also put on a show to disgust me. Bian Jiahui may have forgotten that I am no longer someone to be trifled with.

I stood up, took the bag from you, held it between two fingers and examined it closely, then sneered, "If you really want to repay the kindness and care our family has shown you, this bag alone probably won't be enough!"

After saying that, I threw the bag back into her arms, wiped my fingers in disgust, and told everyone that the bag was just an old model from last year, with a total value of no more than 10,000 yuan.

Bian Jiahui's expression froze for a moment as she gripped the bag tightly. "Wanwan, I know you're the Jiang family's daughter and wouldn't care for my things, but this bag is a gift to you as a token of my gratitude, you..."

She was about to say something more when I interrupted her, "I said a bag, that's not enough to repay the favor!"

My words immediately sparked discussion among the surrounding classmates. Xiang Jiao had already begun to defend her, saying that although Bian Jiahui and her mother worked for our family, they were not getting paid for nothing; they were earning their living with their own hands.

Giving me a bag was already a huge gesture from Bian Jiahui, yet she still said that I was not only ungrateful but also lacked any human touch, and deserved to have no friends.

The surrounding classmates nodded in agreement, all feeling indignant on behalf of Bian Jiahui.

Xiang Jiao walked straight up to me, arms crossed, and said in a commanding tone, "Jiang Wanying, don't think you're so great just because you have some money. You've gone too far. We can trample on other people's feelings, and you're already so rich, yet you're still greedy. You should apologize to Jia Hui right now."

As soon as she spoke, Bian Jiahui immediately played the good guy, tugging at her sleeve and saying that they were all classmates and shouldn't make things too ugly.

However, the fact that I wasn't allowed to apologize was never mentioned at all.

She even deliberately created class antagonism, telling the students around her that this was just her personality, that she had lived a life of luxury since childhood, and that it was normal for her to look down on ordinary people.

This made the students in the class look even worse. Although there were many wealthy students at this school, most of them were just ordinary people.

With just one sentence, she thrust me into the eye of the storm and made me everyone's enemy.

"Apologize!"

"Yes! Jiang Wanying, if you have any shame at all, apologize for what you've done!"

"What's wrong with Miss again? Just because your family is rich doesn't mean you can be so arrogant."

The students all gathered around, and under the atmosphere, they all appeared indignant.

I sneered and, facing the angry expressions of the crowd, said casually, "Bian Jiahui's father died early. Bian Jiahui's mother only needs to cook three meals a day for our family, and her monthly salary is 30,000 yuan. She also arranges a separate room for them to live in at home, so they don't need to spend a penny on living expenses."

“Bian Jiahui tutored me every day, and my mother gave her 20,000 yuan in pocket money. Although it was supposed to be tutoring, my grades didn’t improve at all because she just came to my room every night to do my homework with me, without explaining a single problem to me.”

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone around me fell silent, looking at each other, unsure of what to say.

I looked at Xiang Jiao, then glanced at the faces of the students around me, "Do you really think that such treatment is enough to pay off with a bag from last year that costs a few thousand yuan?"

Bian Jiahui's expression gradually became awkward. She waved her hand in a panic, trying to explain, "Those things weren't what I wanted. Your mother offered to give them to me."

She opened her mouth again after she finished speaking, wanting to explain but not knowing how to begin.

The students in the class started whispering again, their words filled with amazement. They never expected that tutoring me would earn them 20,000 yuan.

Song Chenhao, who had been sitting to the side, immediately stood up and walked over after noticing the situation was not right. He put his arm around Bian Jiahui and said to me in a harsh voice, "Jiang Wanying, do you have no shame? You can't learn it yourself and you're blaming the teacher who tutored you!"

"You just think Jia Hui is easy to bully. Have you ever seen anyone who gets tutoring and whose grades don't improve, and then has to pay back all the tutoring fees? How dare you even ask for that?"

These two are good at turning the tables. Seeing Song Chenhao's face makes me feel disgusted.

“When did I ask her to return it to me? She came to me with a designer bag, wanting to repay all the kindness and care our family had shown her over the years. Since she wanted to repay it, I naturally had to make things clear. People who didn’t know better would think that our family had mistreated her all these years and only gave her a few thousand dollars.”

I also recounted all the clothes and supplies my mother had bought for Bian Jiahui every time school started over the years.

The students around him were stunned when they heard this.

Bian Jiahui's face grew increasingly grim. "That's because Auntie takes care of me and feels sorry for me tutoring you, so she bought it for me."

"You know that's how our family takes care of you. The clothes alone are worth many times more than this bag."

I retorted without hesitation.

She immediately stopped speaking, only showing a wronged expression, and tightly gripped Song Chenhao's arm.

Song Chenhao immediately stepped forward, shielding her tightly behind him, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Before he could speak, I interrupted him, "Oh, I almost forgot about you!"

"Our family has taken good care of you over the years. Do you need me to list them all out for you, Song School Heartthrob? If you two really want to repay them, you'd better return every single penny."