Although Sun Yurong's situation was tragic, her mother was still alive, and her father hadn't sent her to prison for money. Although she had been sold to the town mayor's ugly son, Ye Qingqing felt that if Sun Yurong herself didn't agree to the marriage, her father and the town mayor certainly wouldn't force her.

At worst, they just won't be able to go to university!

Compared to life, going to university is a trivial matter.

Compared to Dong Siyue, Sun Yurong's experiences are even less noteworthy.

Dong Siyue's family was destroyed and she was truly driven to the brink of despair. At the tender age of sixteen, she had no choice but to become the mistress of an old man old enough to be her father. Could Sun Yurong be any worse off than her?

However, Dong Siyue did not use this as an excuse to harm anyone.

She had plenty of money, and her family was even poorer than Sun Yurong's, but she would rather go hungry than steal, rob, or do anything wrong.

“There are plenty of people worse off than you. Stop using your tragic story to excuse yourself. If you truly cared about your mother, you wouldn’t keep making mistakes.” Ye Qingqing hit the nail on the head.

Lu Ziqun and the others straightened up; they had initially been somewhat soft-hearted, but now their resolve hardened.

Ye Qingqing was right. If Sun Yurong truly cared about her mother, she should behave herself and be a law-abiding citizen. But instead, she was always plotting something bad and didn't care about her mother at all.

“I just want to make money…” Sun Yurong defended herself.

"You're just trying to satisfy your vanity. If you bought fewer clothes and bags, you wouldn't be short of money," Ye Qingqing said sarcastically.

They are clearly from a poor family, but they insist on portraying themselves as rich, beautiful, and successful. What is that if not vanity?

Sun Yurong felt bitter. She knew that no matter what she said now, no one would believe her. She did buy clothes and bags out of vanity, but her bigger goal was to find a rich husband.

How can you attract a man's attention if you don't dress yourself up nicely?

The same applies to participating in beauty pageants. If she wins a prize, she can meet more wealthy people. If she's lucky, she can marry into a wealthy family, and even the mayor can't do anything to her. She can also send her mother to a big hospital for treatment.

Even if she couldn't marry into a wealthy family, becoming a star in the entertainment industry would be a good option. Sun Yurong had a mysterious confidence that she was sure she could succeed.

“I’m sincere to my mother… I only care about my mother…” Sun Yurong murmured to herself, her face showing more sincerity.

"That's your mother, not our mother. You can do your filial duty if you want, but please don't harm our interests!"

Ye Qingqing criticized him mercilessly.

Before Ye Qingqing could make a call, the dormitory phone rang urgently. Ruan Yingzi, who was closest, was about to answer it when Ye Qingqing noticed the change in Sun Yurong's expression and stopped her.

"Go and pick it up!"

Ye Qingqing snapped at Sun Yurong; she had a gut feeling that the caller was Ye Susu.

It's actually class time now, but since the first two periods are Mao Zedong Thought, and there was an unexpected incident, they all took leave. As for Sun Yurong, she usually doesn't attend Mao Zedong Thought classes, so... the phone call at this time is very suspicious.

Sun Yurong hesitated for a moment, then went to answer the phone. Before she could pick up the receiver, Ye Qingqing said in a deep voice, "Put it on speakerphone!"

After obediently doing as instructed, Sun Yurong answered the phone. She only managed a "hello" before Ye Susu's familiar voice came through, "Why are you so late answering the phone? Did it go well?"

Ye Qingqing sneered, took out a voice recorder, and pressed the record button.