Chapter 10: White Moonlight? Worse Than Dog Shit

Song Kexing left through the back door of the hospital.

She wasn’t worried at all about what had happened today.

Aunt Zhang liked to spread rumors, and the neighbors around had long been dissatisfied with her.

Today, she ruined her reputation in front of the public and would surely become a laughingstock.

If Aunt Zhang tried to shift the blame onto her, claiming that she had incited everything, no one would believe her.

Moreover, Aunt Zhang’s husband was an alcoholic, who loved to beat people when drunk.

It was likely that Aunt Zhang would be bedridden for the next few days and wouldn’t have the ability to come and make trouble for her.

As for the scoundrel, he was lying unconscious in the small woods now, and sooner or later, someone would find him.

If he was taken to the hospital and his injuries were discovered, there was no way he could explain himself.

After all, he had often harassed the original owner.

In this day and age, that was a criminal offense, and he could end up shot if he wasn’t careful.

So, he would have to take the blame for what had happened this time.

If he wanted revenge later, he would need to have the ability to back it up.

As for Wu Chunhua and Director Wu’s matters, they were even easier to resolve.

When she entered the office, Song Kexing casually turned on the recorder in her pocket.

She had been recording their entire conversation.

After Director Wu followed her instructions and issued a mental illness certificate, she forced Wu Chunhua to confess the bullying she had done to her at school.

In the end, she used the recorder to threaten both of them.

If they didn’t want the matter to become public knowledge, they’d better keep quiet.

Sure enough, the two of them immediately became obedient and promised not to let anyone else know.

She had taken care of three annoying people in one day.

Song Kexing felt refreshed, and her mood lifted considerably.

On her way back, she hummed a little tune.

When she was close to home, a lively figure suddenly ran up to her from the distance.

“Xing, are you alright? I heard someone went to your house to smash things. I was so worried, I came over to check on you.”

The person was Huang Wei, Song Kexing’s high school classmate and best friend.

But this so-called best friend was actually laughable.

Every time the original owner was bullied, Huang Wei would hide, only coming to comfort her after everyone had left.

The original owner, kind-hearted and naive, always took her at face value, thinking she was her true friend.

Huang Wei lived in a poor neighborhood in a tenement building, with many children in her family. She could hardly afford her tuition.

Since middle school, every time fees were due, Huang Wei would cry in front of the original owner, pretending to be pitiful.

The original owner, feeling sorry for her, didn’t want to reject her, so she lent her money each time.

The amount was always between 60 to 70 yuan.

Huang Wei always promised to pay it back, but over time, she never did, and the amount just kept growing.

In four years, the original owner had lent at least 60 yuan in total.

Sixty yuan was quite a lot back in those days—it could sustain a normal family in the city for months.

In the countryside, a whole family might not earn that much in a year.

The original owner didn’t have much savings herself, as her maternal side had secretly been helping her.

Unfortunately, three years ago, her maternal family was hit hard by the political turmoil and disappeared without a trace.

And now, two months after graduation, Huang Wei hadn’t come to find her, probably because she had heard about the downfall of the Song family.

But today, she actually came to visit, pretending to be ‘concerned.’

“Oh my God, Xing, how did you get these injuries on your face? Those people were so brutal!”

Huang Wei’s face was filled with shock, and she seemed genuinely concerned.

But Song Kexing didn’t miss the trace of schadenfreude flashing in her eyes.

As expected, this person was nothing but a white lotus, pretending to be virtuous.

Song Kexing’s face was cold, and she spoke without sparing any face:

“If you really cared about me, you should’ve come to visit when the incident happened this afternoon. Now it’s almost dark, and you’re here to watch me get humiliated, aren’t you?”

Huang Wei froze for a moment.

This was the first time Song Kexing spoke to her like this, and she wasn’t used to it.

However, seeing her current miserable state, Huang Wei felt a bit of satisfaction in her heart.

Huang Wei glanced back and bit her lip, looking pitiful as she said:

“Xing, you misunderstood me. I was delayed this afternoon, so I’m only coming to see you now…”

“Song Kexing, what’s wrong with you? Why are you bullying Huang Wei like this? Can’t you be a bit more generous?”