"What happened to Cheng Yuxuan?"

The girl looked around warily, then grabbed Bai Shu and whispered, "She's been arrested! It's all over the school!"

Bai Shu asked, "What exactly happened?"

"I saw my classmate say in the group chat that last night, right after the holiday started, she went out with a group of girls, drank, got drunk, and while they were fooling around, she threw a beer bottle at a luxury car!"

Bai Shu paused, taken aback.

The girl was still saying, "Glass is so hard, and they used so much force! They dented the car and chipped the paint. It's a luxury car, the repairs will be so expensive!"

Bai Shu said, "Then we should compensate, right?"

"That's right! They tried to slip away, pretending not to know anything, but they didn't notice there was a dashcam in the car that recorded everything! They didn't get very far before they were caught and made to pay compensation."

Bai Shu considered Cheng Yuxuan's personality and hesitated before saying, "She probably won't agree to pay."

"They definitely won't pay. They're just poor students, how can they afford tens of thousands of yuan? Apparently, the car owner is a young man. Cheng Yuxuan and the others didn't take him seriously, and they were all drunk. They got into a fight with the car owner, and during the fight, they broke his arm!"

"This is outrageous!" Bai Shu exclaimed. "They smashed someone's car, how can they beat the person up after that?"

"That's right. Although she's not eighteen yet, she's over sixteen. The car owner's family wasn't going to let it go, so they called the police and had them all arrested! Now it's not just a simple fight, it's malicious assault! People in the group are saying they're in custody now, and the car owner is demanding huge sums in compensation!"

Bai Shu suddenly remembered the phone call her aunt and uncle received last night, saying that Cheng Yuxuan had been arrested for participating in a group fight, and that her aunt and uncle had left home in a panic and had not returned since.

only……

Last night, she tripped over Cheng Yuxuan and fell, spilling wine on Xiao Lingchen's car. He later said he would handle it.

However, just a few hours later, Cheng Yuxuan was detained for smashing a luxury car with a bottle while drunk and getting into a fight.

Does this matter have anything to do with Xiao Lingchen?

I don't think so. He seems so upright, gentle and warm-hearted. How could he be so ruthless as to scheme against Cheng Yuxuan just to help me get revenge?

It's probably just a coincidence.

Bai Shu had something on her mind and couldn't sit still in the library. She usually didn't go home until after seven o'clock, but this time she left early, at six o'clock.

She left in a hurry and naturally did not notice that after she left through the gate, there were several panicked figures in a hidden car under the shade of a tree outside the library gate.

"—Miss Ji has gone home early! Quick, go and inform the young master, the situation has changed!"

"Young Master hasn't finished setting up the scene yet, he definitely won't make it in time!"

"Let's inform the young master first..."

When Bai Shu got home, as soon as she went up the stairs, she saw two pairs of dusty shoes lying haphazardly outside the door—they belonged to her aunt and uncle, who had already gone home.

She carefully inserted the key and turned the lock. There was no one in the living room. The curtains were drawn, the light was dim, and the air was stuffy. The ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, and the smell was pungent.

The door to my aunt and uncle's bedroom was tightly closed, and a fierce argument could be heard coming from inside. My aunt's voice was sharp and piercing as she shouted, "Five hundred thousand in compensation? That's outrageous! Why don't they just rob us?!"

"If we don't pay compensation, Yuxuan will go to jail!" Uncle paced anxiously around the room, as if smoking. "She's still a child! How can she go to jail!"

"We just bought a house, where are we going to get that much money? We can't come up with it even if we sell everything we own! What are we going to do, sigh..."

Uncle's footsteps suddenly stopped, his voice low, gloomy and cold: "We can't come up with anything even if we sell everything we own, but we have something valuable—your little niece. That lady is very generous with her money."