Every imaginable thing got leaked online, and it all beca a net-wide sar campaign.
Everyone was a target for assault, and people already slightly depressed... couldn’t bear it. At the age of twenty-six, she jumped from a building, ending her young life.
And after mourning for one month, Rong Qiao married Song Rui.
After their marriage, they had a son and a daughter, and with the resources Song Rui provided... her career flourished.
As for the sister who had given her everything... she only occasionally thought of her in the initial years.
Latterly, busy with her career and family, how could she spare a thought for the sister who had protected and loved her?
She didn’t even go to pay respects at the grave, also because Song Rui disliked it, so her visits were rare.
Rong Yan absorbed the original host’s entire life, and she felt sowhat uncomfortable... truly deeming the efforts of this ambitious young girl unworthy.
rely born one minute earlier, she took on the responsibility of being an elder sister.
But this beloved younger sister... had she ever truly cared for her?
Even after many years, she had completely forgotten about the sister who had given so much for her.
She let out a long, heavy sigh.
Rong Yan opened her eyes, only then realizing that her current predicant was precisely when she had been locked in the school bathroom and beaten unconscious.
In other words, one month before the college entrance exams.
The original host had suffered a lot... her body was covered in bruises.
Every movent made her emit a hissing sound of pain.
"Tsk, woke up pretty quick, huh! Truly a wretched soul!" The girl’s arrogant voice sounded especially vile, "I said, her pathetic life won’t end so easily. By the way, why don’t you just die?"
Rong Yan’s eyes were icy as she stared at her, then slowly propped herself up from the ground.
Her lips curled into a smirk, "I don’t die because you scumbags are still alive!"
This comnt infuriated the previously arrogant bunch, "Fuck, what did this bitch say?"
With that, they ca forward, trying to grab Rong Yan’s hair.
Rong Yan’s gaze was particularly cold this ti; she lashed out with a kick... Instantly, the girl who had co forward was sent flying, slamming against the bathroom wall before collapsing to the floor with a loud ’bang’.
This abrupt turn of events left the others stunned... they were shocked by Rong Yan’s resistance.
After all, for the past half-year, they had gotten used to bullying Rong Yan every day. She, Rong Yan, never fought back, just bore it silently.
But now... she was actually resisting.
One of them quickly ca to their senses and shouted urgently, "Quick, hit her!"
The other three snapped back to reality as well... and the four charged towards Rong Yan.
They thought the earlier event was just an accident; the four of them... couldn’t possibly be overpowered by an unard, helpless victim, could they?
But they were truly mistaken this ti; they hadn’t even gotten close to Rong Yan’s clothes when they were taken down by a sweeping kick.
All four fell to the ground.
Before they could recover from their astonishnt and fight back, the four of them... no, including the person lying in the corner of the wall who hadn’t gotten up yet.
A total of five people... were t with their painful beatdown.
The five of them were pumled and kicked by Rong Yan—the sound of wails and pleas for rcy never stopped coming from their mouths.
Rong Yan had no sympathy for these people.
She was hitting them also for the beatings the original host had endured for more than half a year.
She targeted the most painful acupoints on the human body.
In agony, the five writhed on the ground, utterly powerless to resist.
They could only keep begging, "Rong Yan, please... spare us..."
Rong Yan watched them with cold eyes, without ceasing her movents... although repaying violence with violence is not ideal.
But for the beatings the original host had suffered, she was determined to make these people taste the pain.
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