Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The police officer's voice continued to come through the phone.

Su Qianqian said into the phone, "Sorry, I dialed the wrong number."

Then she hung up the phone.

Su Qianqian stood at the door with a basin in her hand, looking at her two roommates who had been so assertive just moments before but were now as flustered as ants on a hot pan, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"I don't accept it."

"This is the last time. If I see you touching my things again, it won't be as simple as calling the police."

As soon as Su Qianqian finished speaking, she pushed open the dormitory door and walked towards the water room with the basin in her hand.

The door closed gently behind her.

Su Qianqian was the only one in the washroom.

She turned on the tap, and the sound of the water drowned out the faint whispers that could be heard at the end of the corridor.

Su Qianqian stood in front of the sink, squeezed the facial cleanser into her palm, and rubbed it to make foam.

I noticed a thin layer of sweat on my palms.

When Su Qianqian closed the cabinet door just now, her hands were actually trembling slightly.

But she managed to keep it from her two roommates seeing it.

Su Qianqian has been used to being misunderstood, talked about, and isolated since she was a child.

But she's not used to being bullied!

Su Qianqian's father taught her from a young age that the Su family should not bully others.

But if someone bullies you to the point of being indebted, you absolutely cannot back down.

If she backs down even half a step tonight, everything in the cupboard will be turned upside down tomorrow.

The day after tomorrow, her bed will become a public rest area.

While washing up, Su Qianqian suddenly missed her best friend Song Qingning.

This situation would never happen if I lived with her.

Moreover, the person Su Qianqian misses even more is her online husband.

I would be so happy to live with my husband in the future.

However, I'll be able to see my husband soon, so that wish won't be far off.

at the same time.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory on the other side...

Liu Wen and Zhou Ting sat facing each other on the bed, their faces looking increasingly grim.

Liu Wen bit her lower lip, swiped her finger across the phone screen a few times, then turned it off, then swiped it back on, then turned it off again.

Finally, he slammed his phone onto the bed: "What is this thing? Who does she think she is?"

"So what if they have a little money at home?"

"They just casually mention skincare products that cost over a thousand yuan, but who knows if they're real or not?"

"Even if it's true, we're all in the same dorm, would it kill you to use it?"

Zhou Ting hugged her knees and leaned against the headboard, the grievance on her face long gone from when she apologized.

Instead, there was suppressed discontent and an indescribable bitterness.

"Exactly," Zhou Ting said, pursing her lips. "They don't have the life of a young lady, but they insist on acting like one, and then they accuse us of stealing..."

"This stinginess extends to my roommate; such a person will be isolated in society sooner or later."

Liu Wen was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Zhou Ting, a glint in her eyes, and said:

"She's so aggressive...why should we confront her head-on?"

She picked up her phone, twirled it halfway in her hand, and said dismissively, "Doesn't she care about her reputation?"

What is the thing that people who care about their reputation fear most?

Zhou Ting hesitated for a moment, then said, "Isn't spreading rumors a bit inappropriate?"

Liu Wen: "She was the one who threatened to call the police to scare us first; she was the one who started this whole mess!"

She paused here, a knowing smile on her face, and said, "My boyfriend happens to be the moderator of the school's online forum."

"At the party, he was asked to post something online. The content was... something about a freshman who was extravagant and had a lot of luxury goods of dubious origin."

"There's no need to name names, just post her photo. Anyone who knows her will recognize her immediately."

"Then let him use a few alternate accounts to stir up trouble and create buzz in the comments."

"Within two days, the whole school knew who Su Qianqian was."

"Isn't she supposed to be aloof? Doesn't she refuse to hang out with us?"

"Once her reputation is ruined, let's see how aloof she can still be."

"When the time comes, they'll naturally slink away from this dormitory."

"It would be best if they slunk away from this school."

Zhou Ting put on her glasses, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Isn't doing this... a bit too much?"

"Too much?" Liu Wen said through gritted teeth, "When she threatened to call the police to scare us, did she consider whether she had gone too far?"

Zhou Ting was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

"Okay, let's do it this way."

……

Street-side food stalls.

The aroma of cumin and chili powder mingles with the malty flavor of ice-cold beer.

The air along the entire street seemed to have been pickled.

Zhang Wei slammed the menu on the table and said magnanimously, "Tonight is my treat to celebrate the arrival of President Lin's childhood sweetheart. Nobody can take her from me!"

Wang Yuan chimed in quietly, "You said last night that you didn't have enough money for living expenses this month, so you asked your mom for two hundred."

"Where did you get the money to treat us?"

"Good question!" Zhang Wei clapped his hands and said, "So, tonight, President Lin is paying the bill!"

Song Qingning was so amused by these two clowns that she almost dropped her chopsticks on the ground.

Before all the dishes were served, Lin Bei leaned back in his chair and chatted casually with Bai Yawen about the studio.

Bai Yawen: "I know a senior from the Academy of Fine Arts who is very skilled. She has won awards for graphic design. Maybe we can collaborate in the future."

"Okay." Lin Bei nodded. "Give me your contact information later."

The street food stalls were bustling with people, mostly freshmen who had finished their military training and were looking for food.

They were all tanned as if they had crawled out of a coal mine, wearing flip-flops and shorts, eating skewers as they walked.

The loudspeaker by the roadside was playing Jay Chou's "Rice Fragrance," and a few boys at the next table were playing a drinking game, making as much noise as if they were fighting.

Just then, a handsome young man walked through the crowd.

He was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue sports jacket with the zipper pulled up to his chin, and had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He held his phone between his ear and shoulder, making calls while walking.

"I've told you so many times, we've broken up. Can you please stop calling me?"

His voice was low, but his tone was impatient, as if he were repeating a sentence he had said countless times before.

Soon, a woman's voice, trembling with tears, came from the other end of the phone.

"I...I still love you!"

"Please...don't break up with me, don't leave me..."

The man took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke through his nose.

Then, in a tone that indicated a complete abandonment of communication, he said:

"Love you my foot!"

"I've said it so many times... I don't like women anymore."

"I don't want to be a lesbian anymore. I want to have a normal relationship and find a man to live with."

"So, don't contact me again. Goodbye!"

He took the phone away from his ear and pressed the hang-up button forcefully.

Then, I immediately added that number to my blacklist.

The man put the cigarette in his mouth, freed his hands to grab the zipper of his sports jacket, and gently pulled it down.

She wore only a black tight-fitting tank top under her coat, and a thin silver chain below her collarbone flashed under the streetlight.

As the zipper was unzipped, the woman's full bust was revealed beneath the suspenders.

Her voluptuous figure, which had been concealed by the loose sports jacket, was now fully exposed.