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Su Wanqing sat in her dormitory, applying bright red nail polish while gazing into the mirror. The vivid color contrasted sharply with her pale complexion, making her resemble a vampire. When she heard a knock on the door, she casually called out, "Come in."
The door opened, and Zhang Xiaowei stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. He approached Su Wanqing with a smirk on his face. "Su Wanqing, your courage has certainly grown lately."
Su Wanqing paused momentarily in her nail painting but continued nonchalantly, a hint of provocation in her tone. "Zhang Xiaowei, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
"Don't understand?" Zhang Xiaowei grabbed her wrist tightly, his grip firm. "You were behind the Class Flower incident, weren't you?"
Su Wanqing winced in pain but maintained her composure. "I have no idea what you're talking about. What does the Class Flower incident have to do with me?"
"Stop pretending," Zhang Xiaowei sneered. "I saw you that night. I can still clearly remember your voice on the phone."
Her fingers trembled slightly as she painted them red, yet she kept up her indifferent facade. "Zhang Xiaowei, are you out of your mind? I warn you, defamation has legal consequences."
Finishing her last stroke, she admired her work in the mirror; the bright red polish accentuated her pallor and added an eerie chill to her appearance.
Zhang Xiaowei laughed bitterly in anger. "Legal consequences? Fine! Let’s have the police investigate and see who was really on the phone that night!"
He yanked Su Wanqing up from her chair and leaned closer to her. "Do you think you've covered your tracks perfectly? You think just because you set up the Class Flower, I can't do anything about it?"
Though he was hurting her, Su Wanqing refused to back down. Instead, she met his gaze defiantly. "Set up? Where's your evidence? Zhang Xiaowei, stop slandering me! I advise you to show some respect; don’t forget who I am!"
Zhang Xiaowei was momentarily speechless. Su Wanqing's background was indeed formidable. He released his grip and shot her a fierce glare. "Su Wanqing, just wait! I won't let this go!"
With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving Su Wanqing's cold smile gradually fading away, replaced by an indescribable emptiness.
She slowly walked to the window and looked down at the hurried students below, her expression vacant. "Class Flower, do you think you've won? You're merely dragged down by me; in the end, neither of us will get him."
Meanwhile, Mu Yunze sat in the library, distractedly flipping through a book.
The commotion surrounding the Class Flower incident had reached his ears as well. Although he had once been toyed with by her, he did not wish to see her fall into such a predicament.
"Are you okay?" A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.
Mu Yunze looked up to see Chu Mohan standing before him with a book in hand and a concerned expression on her face.
"I'm fine," Mu Yunze forced a smile.
"I know you're still worried about the Class Flower," Chu Mohan said as she took a seat across from him. "But really, she's brought this upon herself."
Mu Yunze sighed and remained silent.
Chu Mohan looked at him with worry and sighed softly. "You're just too kind-hearted. Someone like the Class Flower doesn't deserve your sympathy."
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