Chapter 4 What is an angel face and what is a devil figure

Gradually, the looks in the girls’ eyes began to change. Some even covered their mouths in shock, and a few whispered in surprise, “Oh my god, did Jiang Qingrou get that beautiful all of a sudden?”

Just moments ago, they had been envious of Jiang Fei’s natural beauty. But now, seeing Jiang Qingrou, they finally understood what it meant to be beyond envy — she was on a level so high they didn’t even have the right to feel jealous.

Her features hadn’t changed, and yet somehow, the once-gaudy “seductress” look had transformed into something ethereal — like a fairy from the moon palace.

Jiang Qingrou noticed the amazement in their eyes and couldn’t help thinking: So this is what angelic face, devilish body, and golden proportions really mean. Feast your eyes, tremble with awe, and accept the truth, peasants.

Ahem. She wouldn’t admit that the only reason she stood up was to blind them all with her radiance.

She knew part of the credit went to the original Jiang Qingrou. She had the looks and figure but completely lacked any sense of style. With such striking features, she insisted on dressing pure and modest. Her curvy figure was always hidden under ill-fitting clothes, making her upper body look bulky.

Poor posture, bad fashion choices — it was a complete waste of her naturally gifted body.

Looking demure is fine — but it needs a hint of seduction. Dressing conservatively is also fine — but your clothes should still fit and show off your curves.

Jiang Qingrou also clearly caught the stunned look in Jiang Fei’s eyes and felt smug all over again. What’s the matter? Realizing I’m not that clueless little girl who doesn’t know how to use makeup anymore? Joke’s on you. Back when I first debuted, I did everything myself — makeup? Child’s play!

Jiang Qingrou shamelessly believed that even if Jiang Fei painted her face like a flower, she still couldn’t compare to her.

This is what we call natural bone structure. Know your limits, friend. And no, I’m not letting you borrow anything. You pathetic little white lotus.

Qin Lulu was staring at Jiang Qingrou, something about her seemed… off. Why did she suddenly look so arrogant — like she was looking down on everyone here?

Still, Qin Lulu cleared her throat and scoffed, “What’s the matter? Nothing to say? So you admit it, right?”

Then she stepped right up to Jiang Qingrou and reached out her hand. “Then hand over your makeup nicely!” Maybe she could even sneak some for herself.

Jiang Qingrou raised her brow. She had simply forgotten to speak, and that somehow meant she had nothing to say?

She chuckled softly and asked, “Qin Lulu, you sound so sure — did you actually see the registration form? If I remember correctly, it’s kept in Ms. Mo’s office drawer, which is locked…”

Then she put on a shocked expression. “Wait… don’t tell me you stole Ms. Mo’s key?”

As soon as she said that, even the girls who had just been watching were now confused.

Yeah — that’s right. The forms were kept locked up. How did Qin Lulu see it?

And if she did steal the key, who knows what else she might’ve done?

Even more serious than altering a form was stealing from a teacher.

Jiang Fei was visibly shaken by what Jiang Qingrou said — when had the supposed idiot become so sharp-tongued? She hurriedly tugged on Qin Lulu’s arm.

Qin Lulu, now flustered, panicked even more. In this era of strict rules and discipline, being labeled a “thief” could ruin someone.

She ignored Jiang Fei and protested loudly, “I didn’t steal anything! I didn’t even see it! Don’t you dare slander me — I don’t even know where Ms. Mo keeps her keys!”

Jiang Fei’s face turned even paler. She was terrified that Qin Lulu might let something slip, so she rushed to say something.

But Jiang Qingrou wasn’t about to let her get a word in. She took a step forward, lowered her head to stare right at Qin Lulu, and her cherry lips moved at lightning speed:

“You didn’t see the form with your own eyes, yet you dare spread rumors and accuse me of stealing Jiang Fei’s spot? Speak! What’s your motive for slandering me? Everyone knows my brother’s a bureau chief — are you a spy sent from outside to target him through me?”

This shocked everyone in the room.

Qin Lulu had always gone around saying Jiang Qingrou got in through the back door. And yes, everyone knew Jiang Qingrou’s brother held a high-ranking post.

But now, seeing Jiang Qingrou so confident and confrontational — what if Qin Lulu really was spreading lies?

A spy?

Even Jiang Fei was stunned speechless.

She quickly stepped forward. “Qingrou, that’s enough. I don’t need your makeup. We’re all on the same team — let’s not make a scene.”

Then she turned to pull Qin Lulu away. “Lulu, don’t get so worked up. The performance is about to start.”

Once she said that, the girls all glanced toward the clock.

Right — there were less than 20 minutes left.

But Jiang Qingrou wasn’t about to let things go that easily. She sneered inwardly. Let it go? No chance. Today I’m pulling out this ‘backdoor’ thorn once and for all. No loose ends.

And it was time for Jiang Fei to show her true face, too.

Jiang Qingrou turned to Jiang Fei with a confused expression. “Jiang Fei, you’re supposed to be my cousin, right? So how come when Qin Lulu wrongly accused me just now, you didn’t say a single word? But now, when I simply question her claim, you suddenly get so flustered?”

“Whose cousin are you really — mine or Qin Lulu’s?”

After she said that, her expression turned hurt, even her eyes turned red.

The others saw her like that and started to feel uneasy in their hearts.

Why did it seem like she was actually upset? Wasn’t Jiang Qingrou usually at odds with Jiang Fei in the dance team? When did they ever get along? Most importantly, when the topic of Jiang Qingrou taking Jiang Fei’s spot came up, why did Qin Lulu suddenly go silent as soon as someone questioned her?

Someone whispered, “They say blood is thicker than water. No matter what, Jiang Qingrou and Jiang Fei are cousins. It’s normal for Jiang Qingrou to feel hurt when Jiang Fei helps Qin Lulu like that.”

Jiang Fei’s face turned from pale to red. She reached out to pull Jiang Qingrou’s hand, “Qingrou, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you two to keep fighting. After all, everyone needs to rest and recover now.”

Jiang Qingrou subtly avoided Jiang Fei’s hand.
Such a kind soul — doing it all for everyone’s sake?
She shook her head and bit her lip. “Rest is important, sure, but what about my reputation? In your eyes, is it okay for me to be sacrificed so easily?”

Want to act? Who doesn’t know how? She’d even played Lin Daiyu in a drama!

Before Jiang Fei could respond, the class monitor Bai Zhenzhu stood up and said, “Then you and Qin Lulu should make things clear once and for all. Whether she falsely accused you or you falsely accused her, just say it. Don’t hold up Jiang Fei’s makeup time.” Then she looked at Jiang Fei, her voice softening a little. “I’ll take you to the teacher to borrow some makeup.”

Jiang Qingrou didn’t feel any resentment toward what Bai Zhenzhu said. In the novel, Bai Zhenzhu was originally Jiang Fei’s good friend and a key ally as she leveled up through her challenges. But she was also known for being fair, and just now she hadn’t taken sides between her and Qin Lulu.

But now — was Jiang Fei really going to leave like that?