The cold wind of late autumn swept the last few dead leaves, swirling across the secluded Wutong Road outside the school gate.
Wang Qiang curled up on the cold asphalt road like a puddle of mud swept to the side of the road, his back burning with pain from being rubbed by the rough tree bark.
His wrist felt like it had been crushed by a pair of pliers, and every breath he took involved his lower abdomen, which had been kicked by Duan Shuce, and the pain made him feel dizzy.
He tasted the rusty taste of blood in his mouth, and a sickening mixture of humiliation and fear.
That kid in school uniform... Duan Shuce, and Ye Qingliu whose eyes are as cold as an ice cellar... They are not ordinary students at all!
Wang Qiang was shivering, his teeth chattering, his mind full of the creepy smile on Duan Shuce's lips when he was playing with the knife, and the cold indifference in Ye Qingliu's gray-blue pupils when he pulled out the saber.
"Ning Xiwan...bitch..." He cursed vaguely and struggled to get up, but fell back heavily due to the severe pain in his abdomen, looking miserable.
Just as he was grimacing in pain, he heard a very light and rhythmic sound of high heels tapping the ground, which came from far away and stopped a few steps in front of him.
A pair of high heels inlaid with rhinestones came into his blurry vision. The toes were spotless, reflecting an expensive and cold light under the dim streetlight.
Wang Qiang raised his head with difficulty.
Her off-white cashmere coat was perfectly tailored, hugging her slender figure. Her carefully styled chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, with each eyelash curled to perfection.
Ning Yunmeng tilted her head slightly, with an expression mixed with curiosity and pity on her face, looking down at him as if she was looking at a bug struggling in the mud.
"Oh," her voice was sweet and soft, like poison soaked in honey, "Isn't this the man who just came to see my sister? How did it end up like this?"
She frowned slightly, as if she was really worried about him.
Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and a trace of vigilance and confusion flashed in his turbid eyes.
He didn't know this young girl who looked either rich or noble.
Ning Yunmeng sighed softly and elegantly pulled out a silk handkerchief that exuded a faint fragrance from her expensive Chanel handbag.
But he didn't hand it to him. He just waved it in front of him and then took it back with disgust.
"I saw everything just now." She took a small step forward, the tip of her expensive shoes only an inch away from Wang Qiang's dusty trouser leg. She lowered her voice even more, with a kind of bewitching intimacy.
"My sister, and the two people around her... they were really cruel. Even I couldn't stand it."
This sentence was like a needle, accurately piercing Wang Qiang's anger wrapped in fear and pain.
He suddenly raised his head, staring at Ning Yunmeng with bloodshot eyes: "You... who are you? Do you know that bitch Ning Xiwan?"
"Shh..." Ning Yunmeng raised a slender index finger and pressed it against her plump and attractive red lips, making a gesture of silence. There was a hint of hidden excitement in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, do you want to... let the person who threw you away like garbage have a taste of this?"
Her voice was as gentle as a feather, yet it held a venomous hook: "Do you want to...retaliate? Make her lose her reputation and feel the pain of being despised by everyone?"
Wang Qiang's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the hatred in his eyes burned like a flame filled with oil.
"I do!" He squeezed out the word from between his teeth, the smell of blood lingering. "I wish I could kill her! That ungrateful, white-eyed wolf! She killed my dad, and now..."
"Okay, okay," Ning Yunmeng interrupted his foul-mouthed accusation at the right time, with a satisfied, almost cruel arc at the corner of her lips. The smile formed a strange contrast with her delicate and flawless face.
"We can discuss the specific grudges and hatreds later. The important thing is that we have a common 'enemy', don't we?"
She bent down slightly and moved closer. The scent of expensive perfume mixed with her light body fragrance made Wang Qiang feel no warmth at all, only a cold calculation.
"I can help you." Ning Yunmeng's voice was like a devil's whisper, clearly penetrating Wang Qiang's ears. "What do you need? Money? Opportunity? Or... a stage for everyone to know what kind of person Ning Xiwan is? I can give you all of it."
Wang Qiang's eyes instantly flashed with greed and madness. Money! He needed it so badly! That old, incurable mother was still paralyzed in a bed in a mental hospital, waiting for money to keep her alive!
And then there were his own injuries... More importantly, he couldn't swallow the humiliation of being trampled into the mud in public!
"I want money! Lots of money!" he practically roared, spit splattering. "I'm also going to ruin that bitch's reputation! Let everyone know she's a heartless, vicious woman who killed my adoptive father!"
"Deal." Ning Yunmeng stood up straight, the smile on her face perfect and impeccable, as if she had just negotiated an elegant business cooperation.
She took out a thick, unmarked brown paper envelope from her handbag and, instead of handing it directly to Wang Qiang, casually threw it on the dirty ground at his feet.
"Here's a fifty thousand yuan deposit." She looked down at him as he pounced on the envelope like a hungry dog, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt. "It's enough to solve your immediate needs and heal your injuries."
Wang Qiang tore open the envelope with trembling hands. The thick stack of brand new red banknotes inside stung his eyes and completely ignited the poisonous flame of revenge in his heart.
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