The next day.
After the school festival, the students felt as though they’d fallen from heaven to hell, because the next week was exam week.
Mu Rulan came to Liu Silan early as was her habit. At that time, the beautiful campus was covered in a blanket of mist, leaves dripping dewdrops. It was so quiet it seemed entirely empty.
Mu Rulan was carrying a small booklet in her arms, patrolling from one building to the next. If she noticed any problems, she would open the book and write in it. Originally this work was Chen Qing’s responsibility, but he came down with the flu and had gone home the day before. Mu Rulan told him to stay at home and rest, taking the time to personally go earlier to school and do his work. It was just like exercise for her.
When she made it to the third floor of the sophomore building, she heard strange noises coming from the direction of the men’s bathroom. Mu Rulan paused and found it odd, so she craned her neck to look around: “Who’s in there?” Translated by The Novelst
The sound coming from the room immediately disappeared. Mu Rulan furrowed her brows, wondering if she should confirm that there was someone inside. She took out her phone while slowly making her way in. In the early morning, the students shouldn’t be there yet since they didn’t like to even get out of bed so early. Furthermore, the sound coming from the bathroom didn’t seem normal.
The air was still heavy with water from the morning mist. It was quiet enough that it seemed like she was alone, making her nervous.
Her heartbeat quickened in her chest. Mu Rulan hurried to pre-dial the number in her phone so she could immediately call for help should anything happen.
She had a special chip installed into her phone. Once she called, it would immediately send out an SOS. They would use the highest priority to contact anyone who could assist nearby to help her. This was one of the special privileges that she received after putting forth so much effort.
“Who’s in there? If you don’t speak up, I’m going to call the police!” Mu Rulan was inching forward. She confirmed that the noise was made by a person, as if someone was struggling and kicking the wall at the same time.
The threat to call the police had obviously scared the people inside. When Mu Rulan made it around the corner, a few male students wearing Liu Silan High School’s uniform came out from the stall. They lowered their heads while running past Mu Rulan while she stood still in shock. After some time, Mu Rulan’s expression changed. Those students were not from their school! Although Liu Silan had rich playboys enrolled, their temperaments weren’t like those of school hooligans…
A thought seemed to strike her. She immediately rushed into the stall with hatse, only to see a girl with her clothes nearly torn off her body on the ground. Her hair was a mess, her body covered with purple bruises. She had her arms around her body, looking at Mu Rulan with tears rolling down her cheeks, gaze overtaken by fear. Not a trace of her usual coldly arrogant image could be seen anymore.
That was right. The person was the prideful heiress of the Zhou Family, Zhou Yaya.
Mu Rulan was obviously shocked, but immediately squatted near her, not knowing what to do but stare blankly at Zhou Yaya. After a while, Mu Rulan came back to her senses and took off her coat to cover Zhou Yaya. At that moment, Zhou Yaya hurled herself into Mu Rulan’s arms and burst into fresh tears. It looked like the pampered heiress who had never encountered any danger had been enormously stupefied.
Mu Rulan furrowed her brows while patting her back comfortingly. She took out her phone to call Liu Silan’s security. “If anyone tries to leave the campus, stop them no matter who they are. Immediately go and check the CCTV logs to see what happened. I want to know who would dare to barge into Liu Silan and bully our students!”
Mu Rulan’s tone was one of rage, everyone knew that Mu Rulan had a gentle personality and did not often get angry. But she tended to stick to her principles, meting out justice and giving out rewards and punishments fairly. Anything that crossed her bottom line would infuriate her. Clearly Zhou Yaya’s incident had angered her, and the security leader on the other end of the call nodded his head, cold sweat dotting his forehead, fearing that Mu Rulan’s anger wouldn’t settle easily.
Mu Rulan brought Zhou Yaya back to her office, bringing her a cup of warm milk tea. The sweet taste melted on her tongue, filling up her stomach with warmth, as if it could temporarily sweep away the awful memories of the incident. Translated by The Novelst
“How is it, are you feeling better now?” Mu Rulan worriedly held her hands, feeling relieved when she felt some warmth.
Zhou Yaya felt much better as Mu Rulan’s hands transferred some warmth, her swollen eyes tearing up again. She squeezed Mu Rulan’s hands while shaking her head, unable to say a word.
She was really terrified. She had lost something important, so she couldn’t help herself and came early to school to find it, worried that it would be thrown away by the cleaners. Who would have expected that she would get dragged into the men’s room by some thugs. They tore her clothes, slapped her around and broke her pride into pieces. If Mu Rulan hadn’t appeared at just the right time, she surely would have been…
Thinking that far, Zhou Yaya started to shiver. Mu Rulan tried to comfort her before calling someone from the Zhou Family to come and pick her up. Before she left, she took a few complicated glances at Mu Rulan, a hint of regret mixed with gratitude in her eyes. The feeling of her overwhelming envy that caused her arrogance and loathing toward Mu Rulan dissipated.
This was how people always acted. They couldn’t learn to be grateful when they were alive until they encountered something tragic. It was only then that they could start to cherish things. The moment when you were losing something precious and facing despair, anyone who offered a hand, even if they were the devil, the person you hated most in your life, surely that person would immediately become the most important in your heart, right?
Mu Rulan smiled as she looked at the door to the president’s room shut slowly, the tassels of the curtains blown up slightly by the early morning breeze, moving the young girl’s long black hair.
Proofread by: Hannah