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

Ge Zeyu has always been arrogant and overbearing.

This time, he had a rare, blank expression on his face.

Then someone next to her suddenly said, "Wasn't Jiang Wanying always Song Chenhao's simp? Why would she suddenly confess to Yu Shao?"

"Maybe he saw that Brother Yu and that guy surnamed Song didn't get along, so he deliberately messed with Young Master Yu."

"Jiang Wanying is incredibly audacious to even mess with Young Master Yu."

They each said something, and Ge Zeyu's face visibly darkened. He angrily shouted for everyone to shut up, which immediately silenced the class again.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and looked at me expressionlessly, "Jiang Wanying, do you want to die?"

Meeting his icy gaze, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I just realized how many ridiculous things I did for Song Chenhao at school. Now, let alone saying I like him, or even that I've suddenly lost interest in him, no one would believe me.

Ge Zeyu ignored me and bent down to pick up his phone.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something more, but the class bell rang. He didn't give me any chance to speak and slammed the back door shut.

I stood there blankly outside the door for a long while before returning to the classroom, feeling utterly lost.

This method won't work, so I have to think of another way to keep him here.

The first period was the homeroom teacher's class, but the homeroom teacher was on sick leave, so the physical education class was moved to the morning.

After we finished gymnastics, the teacher had just announced free time when Bian Jiahui ran towards me.

She took my hand, looking at me with concern.

"Wanwan, did you and Song Chenhao have a fight?"

In my past life, until I was kicked out of the Jiang family penniless, I always regarded her as my best friend.

If it weren't for what she said on the phone later, I would never have imagined that after raising them for so many years, they would have turned out to be such heartless and treacherous creatures.

Song Haochen was reborn; I don't know if she was reborn.

Even if she came with memories of her past life, this time, I will personally send this despicable couple to hell.

I pulled my arm away from her without expression. "I just don't want to give him money. What does that have to do with arguing? I don't owe him anything."

Bian Jiahui paused for a moment, seemingly stumped by my question, but she glanced up at Song Chenhao's direction and then said to me again, unwilling to give up.

"Wanwan! Song Chenhao said he's 100% confident he'll win this international competition. You don't know, but a lot of classmates just gave him their pocket money. The first prize this time is over five million! Not only will the money come back, but he said he'll register a company and give shares to those who invested. Isn't he doing this for your own good, that's why he thought of you first?"

“I’m my parents’ only daughter. The money they left me is enough for me to squander even if I do nothing for the rest of my life. I’m not interested in making money.” After I finished speaking, I raised an eyebrow at her and said, “Since you’re so optimistic about it, then go ahead and invest.”

Bian Jiahui was about to say something, but my words made her face turn awkward.

She tugged at the hem of her clothes, her voice softening, "Where would I get money?"

“Since junior high school, my mom has been giving you 20,000 yuan every month. By now, she must have saved up at least 600,000 or 700,000 yuan.”

Bian Jiahui opened her mouth for a long time before finally managing to utter a low voice: "The money was all taken by my mother; I can't get any of it."

I smiled and didn't call me out on it.

Ever since Bian Jiahui was sent to this high school by my family, her food, clothing, and daily necessities have been almost identical to mine.

Even if my mom is kind-hearted, she can't be stupid enough to give her 20,000 yuan every month and buy her clothes that are just as expensive as mine.

Some people may never get what they weren't born with.

My mom couldn't bear to see a little girl suffer so much, but she also didn't want to ruin her life.

Those designer clothes and backpacks were all bought by her privately, following trends.

I noticed these things in my past life too, but I never considered it in a negative light.

Looking back now, her usual behavior made her act like a rich heiress. Although I never saw her date throughout high school, she was very close to all the rich boys in her class.

She probably started planning to marry into a wealthy family as early as high school.

The only thing I can't understand is that Song Chenhao, such a snobbish man, pretended to be rich for so long in front of me in my past life, so why would he marry a nanny's daughter after getting everything he wanted?

They never seem to be truly in love.

I don't think a man like Song Chenhao, who has no conscience, would develop genuine feelings for a woman who has nothing.

But it has little to do with me. Song Chenhao is not a good person, and Bian Jiahui is no pushover either.

In this life, I will make those two scumbags fight like dogs.

I want to see if they will still be as deeply in love as they were in their previous life when their interests are at odds.

Song Chenhao didn't say a single word to me until school was over.

When I left the school gate, the driver was already waiting at the entrance.

Song Chenhao and Bian Jiahui walked ahead of me, ready to get into the car.

Song Chenhao paused when he caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye, then turned and walked directly to the bus stop next to him.

Bian Jiahui, looking completely bewildered, tried to call out to him.

I walked right past her and sat down in the back row, then turned to her and said that I wasn't going home tonight and that she should go home by herself.

Bian Jiahui was stunned. She blurted out, "Then how am I supposed to get back?"

I pointed in the direction of the platform where Song Chenhao was, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Bian Jiahui's eyes widened in surprise, and her voice unconsciously rose two decibels, "You want me to take the bus?"

I looked at her with a half-smile. After hitchhiking and staying at my house for so long, it seemed that she had forgotten that before coming to my house, she was someone who couldn't even afford to take the bus in the countryside.

Perhaps realizing that her disdainful reaction was too strong and had even made the driver, Uncle Chen, frown, she composed herself and went back to her pitiful state, saying that she would go back by herself and that I should go home as soon as possible.

I ignored her and had the driver take me to a tenement building in the suburbs.

In his previous life, Song Chenhao was indeed very talented in designing artificial intelligence and did achieve first place.

But the second-place design, including the data, was more accurate and better than his.

It was only because the second-place winner came from a poor family and had no connections that he couldn't find anyone to invest in his design after several years. So when he entered the competition, he only submitted a half-finished product, which allowed Song Chenhao to get a great deal.

The first thing Song Chenhao did after winning the award was to establish a company and buy out all of that person's creative ideas and design concepts at a very low price, recruiting him into the company.

Later, it was entirely because of the fully intelligent robot created by the second-place competitor that Song Chenhao's company became famous overnight.

I vaguely remember that in my past life, when I was acting as a lobbyist for Song Chenhao to persuade that person to sign a buyout agreement, I found him in the first apartment at the bottom of the tenement building.