Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the sycamore trees, casting dappled shadows on the main campus road. Ning Xiwan, carrying a canvas bag, walked leisurely on the way to the cafeteria.
She was wearing a simple white shirt and light-colored jeans today, with a pair of washed-out canvas shoes on her feet. She looked no different from an ordinary college student.
In front of the Finance Department's teaching building, several girls were chatting and laughing. One of them, a girl with long chestnut hair, suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Look, isn't that Ning Xiwan?"
"Is that the legendary eldest daughter of the Ning family?" The short-haired girl next to her narrowed her eyes. "She doesn't look that great."
The chestnut-haired girl, Lin Yan, sneered, "Why are you pretending to be so noble? I heard she was a wild child who grew up in the slums."
Ning Xiwan had excellent hearing, and every word of these words drifted into her ears without missing a word. She didn't stop walking, but a faint sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She has heard too much gossip like this since her identity was exposed.
The cafeteria was bustling with people. Ning Xiwan was standing in line for food, looking down at her phone.
Duan Shuce sent a message: [Want to have lunch together? ]
She was about to reply when she felt someone bump into her from behind.
"oops!"
With an exaggerated scream, the cold liquid instantly soaked her back.
Ning Xiwan slowly turned around and saw Wang Jia holding an empty Coke cup in his hand with a hypocritical apology on his face.
"I'm so sorry," Wang Jia blinked her delicately made-up eyes, "I didn't hold it firmly."
Ning Xiwan's white shirt was soaked, and the brown cola stains quickly spread across the fabric.
The students queuing around him fell silent, and a strange sense of anticipation hung in the air.
The air conditioning in the cafeteria was turned on very high, and the cloth soaked in cola stuck to the skin, bringing waves of coolness.
Ning Xiwan could feel the various gazes coming from all around her—curious, gloating, and sympathetic.
She took a deep breath and slowly took off her headphones.
The sunlight slanted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafeteria, casting a shadow under her long eyelashes and obscuring the cold light that flashed in her eyes.
"It's okay." Ning Xiwan's voice was very soft, but strangely it made the entire noisy cafeteria quiet down a bit.
She took out a tissue from her bag and wiped the water stains from her clothes with graceful movements. Every inch of the dyed fabric was carefully taken care of by her, as if this was not an ordinary white shirt, but a priceless treasure.
"But," Ning Xiwan suddenly looked up, the sunlight shining into her amber pupils, reflecting a strange brilliance, "How much is your cup of Coke? I'll compensate you."
She pointed at the deformed paper cup on the ground, and the corners of her lips curled up in a perfect arc.
Wang Jia's expression froze. She had imagined Ning Xiwan would be furious, aggrieved, perhaps even crying, but she had never expected this reaction. The calmness in those eyes made her feel strangely palpitating.
"No...no need." Wang Jia stuttered.
Ning Xiwan nodded and threw the soaked tissue into the trash can: "Okay, be more careful next time."
When she turned and left, her back was straight, and her wet shirt stuck to her back, outlining the graceful lines of her shoulder blades.
The whispers in the cafeteria exploded behind her, but she didn't even pause.
In the dormitory, Ning Xiwan took off her dirty clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. Cold water rushed over her fingertips, washing away the last bit of the sticky feeling of the Coke.
She dried her hands, picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"Qingliu, help me find someone."
The sound of keyboard tapping came from the other end of the phone: "Name?"
"I don't know. A sophomore in the Finance Department threw Coke on me in the cafeteria at noon today."
Ye Qingliu was silent for two seconds: "..."
Five minutes later, Ning Xiwan's phone vibrated. She opened the email, which contained a detailed document:
Wang Jia, 21 years old, Class 3, Department of Finance, sophomore, student number XX
Father: Wang Zhiqiang, Deputy General Manager of Lin's Building Materials
Mother: Wang Lijuan, Director of Internal Medicine at the Municipal Hospital
Address: Room 902, Building 8, Jinxiu Garden
Social media account: Weibo@嘉嘉要努力......】
The information was so detailed that it even listed who Wang Jia's high school homeroom teacher was. Finally, there was a bonus item:
[Note: You have recently been in frequent contact with Li Yu'an (student ID XX) from the Computer Science Department. Last Friday, he asked for your WeChat ID in the library.]
Ning Xiwan chuckled and tapped her finger on the screen: [Thanks, son]
[Ye Qingliu]:......
Outside the window, the early autumn wind rustled the leaves of the sycamore trees, making a rustling sound. Ning Xiwan stood in front of the window, the sunlight gilding her profile. She narrowed her eyes, a dangerous smile curling the corners of her mouth.
The next morning, the Finance Department's large lecture hall was packed. It was an open class for the entire grade, and the lecture hall, which could accommodate 200 people, was almost full.
Ning Xiwan arrived twenty minutes early and chose a seat in the last row by the window. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting streaks of light and shadow on her desk. She twirled her pen absentmindedly, waiting for the show to begin.
At nine o'clock sharp, Wang Jia and her group of close friends marched into the classroom, all dressed in the latest fashions of the season, their makeup done with exquisite touches, their high heels clacking against the marble floor.
"Hey, isn't this Miss Ning?" She spotted Ning Xiwan at a glance and deliberately raised her voice, "You weren't angry yesterday, were you?"
The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone pricked up their ears, waiting to see the show.
Ning Xiwan slowly raised her head, the sunlight dancing on her eyelashes. She was wearing a navy blue silk shirt that set off her skin like snow. The Patek Philippe on her wrist gleamed discreetly in the sunlight.
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