Chapter 134: Immorality

As I listened to the principal's introduction, the corners of my mouth twitched slightly.

This old guy is really rude. Doesn’t he know that Jiang Yichen is engaged?

And the person they were engaged to wasn't me. I secretly complained in my heart, but I had no choice but to follow them to the principal's office.

The principal finally finished talking about those irrelevant topics, turned to Jiang Yichen nervously, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Jiang, you see, we just walked around, the library of this school is really shabby, and it is not safe for students to study in it. I wonder if you can donate some more money to repair the library?"

Jiang Yichen just smiled and said nothing, but his eyes fell on me meaningfully.

I winked at him, indicating that the principal was asking him a question and he should stop looking at me.

However, Jiang Yichen did not directly answer the principal's question. Instead, he asked about my situation: "How is Gu Mo doing in school these days? Do you know about her academic performance?"

The principal was also stunned by his question.

But he quickly reacted and said, "Ms. Gu usually performs well in school, but I don't know much about her academic affairs. I will ask their counselor to come over and talk to you in detail."

I noticed something was wrong and quickly interrupted, "No need, right? Mr. Jiang, aren't you busy today? Why don't you go back quickly?"

Jiang Yichen raised his eyebrows, looked at me with a half-smile, and said meaningfully: "You are so anxious to let me go, haven't you been behaving well recently?"

The smile on his face creeped me out, and I stammered, not knowing how to explain it.

At this moment, the principal had already called the counselor over, and the speed was so fast that I was dumbfounded.

Although the principal is over 50 years old, he usually strolls slowly in the playground like an old man with a staggering gait.

But today, the action was very quick and the counselor was brought to us in just a few minutes.

The counselor looked at us blankly, obviously not knowing what was going on.

The principal gave a brief introduction to the situation and the counselor immediately began to report on my academic progress.

Jiang Yichen listened quietly at the side, occasionally nodding his head in approval.

Jiang Yichen continued to ask: "So, your classes are not that intensive, right? It won't have any impact if you go out to work part-time."

When I heard Jiang Yichen ask this, I finally felt relieved.

I pretended to be busy and wanted to find an excuse to leave, but Jiang Yichen grabbed my wrist and forced me to sit down.

The counselor replied Jiang Yichen: "Yes, there are not many courses actually, so you don't need to come to school every day."

At this moment, I wished I could find a hole in the ground to crawl into. Jiang Yichen then said, "Can you give me a copy of your class schedule?"

The counselor quickly replied: "No problem, I'll print a copy for you right now."

With that, the counselor left the office.

I met Jiang Yichen's scrutinizing gaze, opened my mouth, and had no idea what to say.

The principal looked at Jiang Yichen expectantly and mentioned the library again: "Mr. Jiang, look at the library..."

Jiang Yichen nodded and interrupted the principal: "After I go back, I will ask the finance department to give you 5 million yuan for the school to repair the library. But I don't want to see any classmates bullying Gu Mo again."

When I heard this condition, I was stunned.

The principal responded repeatedly: "Don't worry, it's okay, and something like this will never happen again."

I didn't expect Jiang Yichen to spend such a large sum of money just to prevent me from being bullied at school.

Then, the principal looked at me and told me seriously: "If you have any problems at school in the future, you must tell me. I will also tell the counselor to take good care of Miss Gu."

At this moment, I was completely overwhelmed and had no idea how to deal with this situation.

At this time, Jiang Yichen asked the principal, "Principal, can I borrow your office to talk to Miss Gu?"

The principal nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, go ahead. I just happened to have something else to go out for, so I won't bother you."

After saying that, the principal hurriedly left the office, leaving Jiang Yichen and I sitting opposite each other.

After the principal left, I stood up and prepared to leave this office that made me feel depressed.

Jiang Yichen leaned back on the sofa, glanced at me nonchalantly, and asked, "Why, are you feeling guilty and want to run away?"

I stammered, not knowing how to answer.

Jiang Yichen continued to ask: "Now tell me, why did you lie?"

I didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked him, "Why did you ask the principal to promise you that no one would embarrass me? You are making enemies for me, and everyone will think I got here through the back door."

I mentioned Song Yuan, the loudmouth, and worried that she would spread the news.

Jiang Yichen was silent for a while before he spoke: "If I don't defend you, you say I will never help you; if I defend you now, you say I am harming you? Does it mean that whatever Song Le does is right, and whatever I do is wrong?"

I frowned, not understanding why Song Le was mentioned everywhere.

I think he is simply being unreasonable. I have explained to him countless times about the relationship between Song Le and me, but he just doesn't want to believe it and yet he still wants to bite me back.

"Whatever you think."

I threw down a sentence, turned around and went back to the classroom for class.

I was absent-minded in the morning class. I kept thinking about how to make Jiang Yichen believe me and stop him from always suspecting that there was something going on between Song Le and me. What if I harmed Song Le again?

And so, I staggered home after class.

When I saw a black garbage bag at the door of my house, emitting a strong stench, I remembered that I had installed a surveillance camera. Originally, I wanted to use the camera to see who was vandalizing my house.

But because I had too many things to do in the morning, I actually forgot about it.

I patted my head in regret and walked towards the black bag cautiously.

I gently grasped the bag with two fingers, untied it, and looked inside. Unexpectedly, I found several dead mice that were crushed beyond recognition, and one of them had its intestines popping out.

The smell was so strong that I couldn't help but gag.

I stood up, leaned against the wall and vomited twice, but I couldn't vomit.

Whether it is the visual impact or the taste impact, it makes me feel like I want to die.

Who on earth is so wicked as to throw a dead rat at my doorstep? That's crazy.