Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

"You're so dirty and smelly, don't sit with us."

"Yeah, yeah, go away, go away."

Early in the morning, a discordant sound broke out in the normally quiet classroom.

The old master slowly walked in and saw a stranger.

His sharp eyes swept over the girl, then filled with a hint of disgust.

Even when dressed in relatively luxurious and clean clothes, it couldn't hide his dark skin and sallow, emaciated face.

"You're new here."

"Please arrange for me to sit in the very back..."

A short while later, Li Muling slowly walked in from outside, acting like a pampered young lady.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on that thin figure.

"Where did you come from, you brat? Don't you even know what you look like?"

"What are you doing sitting in my seat? Get up!"

Li Muling displayed her spoiled young lady nature, throwing the book in her hand at Xia Wanqing's face.

"Sister, don't be angry. It was the old master who arranged for me to sit here. If you don't like it, I'll ask the old master to change my seat later."

Yang Wanqing lowered her head slightly, not daring to voice her grievances. She forced back the tears in her eyes and spoke softly, word by word.

"Hey, you're sitting next to me, why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror to see what kind of person you are?"

"Aren't you the child that the next family adopted? I've heard a little about you, but not just anyone can be by my side."

"Look at all these seats in this room, why did you choose to sit here with me?"

Her sharp and sarcastic words were like a needle piercing Xia Wanqing's heart.

With a slight smile on his face, he uttered the most vicious words.

"Exactly, exactly. What kind of person doesn't even know their own worth?"

Everyone burst into laughter, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain, showing utter contempt.

Yang Wanqing felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart. She was in so much pain, her heart was bleeding, but every pair of sharp eyes showed no tenderness whatsoever.

"You'll just have to stand and listen to the lecture; there's probably no place for you in this room anyway..."

The old master heard the commotion inside the room and hurriedly walked in. Faced with the strange atmosphere in the classroom, he remained silent for a moment, then acted as if nothing had happened.

After all, in this society, no one wants to offend the rich and powerful, and no one will feel much sympathy for the so-called weak.

Yang Wanqing attended classes all day and felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

The little bit of confidence that had just sprouted yesterday was completely extinguished today.

As soon as she stepped out of the school, she could no longer contain her grief and curled up to cry bitterly.

This time, she wailed like a child, completely disregarding her image, as if only in this way could she vent her dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Xia Rongliu saw her crying from afar, and stubbornly pushed her little face away, revealing a pair of eyes that were already red from crying.

"Sisters, do you all hate me? Does none of you like me? I really want to fit in with you, but I feel like I just can't..."

"Sister, class is no fun at all. I don't want to go to private school tomorrow. Can I... I feel so cold. There are no warm eyes..."

She was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, and her words were drowned out by her sobs.

Xia Rongliu noticed that there was a mark on her small face that looked like she had been hit.

"Who hit you? I'll stand up for you..."

Xia Rongliu's anger instantly boiled over.

How could such a thing happen in a place for studying? And how could such a thing be allowed to happen?

Yang Wanqing then came to her senses, quickly covered half of her face, and shook her head more fiercely than a rattle drum.

"Sister, please stop asking. I accidentally fell, it has nothing to do with anyone else, please stop asking..."

"I'm so scared, they're so fierce... You'd better pretend you don't know, maybe I'm just destined to be that pitiful."

"Oh dear, who is it that's crying and sobbing here? It's really bad luck."

"My good mood for the day was ruined instantly by meeting someone like you."

Li Muling's sharp and sarcastic words broke the conversation between the two.

Like a proud white swan, she held her neck high, looking down at everything in front of her with an arrogant gaze.

"Sisters, look at him, isn't he incredibly ugly? How can someone like that want to be in class with us..."

She covered half her face, her eyes and brows revealing an even stronger mocking tone.

Overjoyed, Li Muling was completely unaware that Xia Rongliu's facial expression was changing.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles creaked, and her large, clear eyes were filled with red blood vessels.

"Have you said enough? This is never going to end."

"Did you inflict the injuries on Xia Wanqing's face? How could you hit someone like that?"

Xia Rongliu suddenly raised her voice, and the girls who had been cheering around her instantly fell silent, trembling and not daring to say another word. Her previous momentum vanished by half in an instant.

"What? So what if I did it? What can you do to me?"

"She sat in my seat, and I had no choice but to accept it."

"Xia Rongliu, you'd better understand who I am..."

"Snapped!"

Before she could finish speaking, two stinging handprints landed on her face.

Li Muling was stunned by the two sudden slaps, her vision blurred, and her body swayed precariously. After struggling for a moment, she collapsed to the ground with a thud, falling face-first into the dirt.

Her pretty little face was instantly covered in mud, making her look dirty, smelly, and disheveled.

"How dare you hit someone, you brat! Have you no manners at all?"

"How dare you hit me! Even my father never hit me!"

Xia Rongliu looked on calmly, her eyes as turbulent as amber.

"If you hit Wanqing again next time, I'll make you eat mud again! I'll make you look bad in front of everyone."

“Li Muling, if you’re not afraid of losing face, then keep challenging my limits.”

“Yang Wanqing is a member of our family, and I will not allow you to bully her.”

Yang Wanqing stood there stunned, staring blankly, her heart churning with emotions she could hardly contain. This was the first time in her life she had been protected by someone, and the gratitude that welled up inside her was beyond words.