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

Su Qianqian leaned against the wall, bent her knees, took out her phone, and habitually opened QQ.

The profile picture of Beifeng Xiaoxiao was lit up, but she didn't click on it.

She stared at the gray-blue default profile picture for a while, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.

Su Qianqian wanted to type a few words, but she didn't know what to say.

She accused her roommate of stealing her things and acted with such self-righteousness?

Or perhaps she's completely disillusioned with interpersonal relationships at university and wants to go home, but military training isn't over yet.

These words lingered in Su Qianqian's mind, but she swallowed them back, one by one.

She felt that sending these messages was useless; they wouldn't solve the problem and would only make the other person worry.

After a moment of silence, Su Qianqian sent her husband a message: "Honey, I'm going to sleep. You should get some rest too."

She closed QQ before the other party could reply.

After lying on the bed for a while, Su Qianqian thought of Song Qingning.

If Song Qingning were here, she would probably have cornered her roommate who stole the shower gel in the washroom.

Then, with hands on hips, point at the other person's nose and yell at them for half an hour until they cry and apologize.

But she couldn't do that.

Moreover, Song Qingning is not here.

If she were to tell Song Qingning these things over the phone, it would only make Song Qingning worry about her.

Maybe she'll skip military training tomorrow and come find me.

So, Su Qianqian simply opened her phone's photo album and flipped to the photo of her and Song Qingning taken on the day of their high school graduation.

In that photo, Song Qingning still had that fluffy perm, heavy eyeliner, and was laughing carefree.

Upon seeing this, Su Qianqian smiled slightly and closed the photo.

Just as she was about to turn off her phone and go to sleep, she noticed that friend request notifications on QQ were constantly popping up.

When Su Qianqian clicked on the number, she saw several unfamiliar numbers with profile pictures of close-up selfies from various angles.

She didn't even look at them carefully and rejected them all outright.

Su Qianqian was like that in high school.

No matter how handsome a guy is or how rich he is, if she doesn't want to get to know him, she will refuse him directly and won't give him any chance.

Because for her, there is no such thing as a meaningless flirtation.

Su Qianqian's QQ friends list always only has a few people—Dad, Mom, Song Qingning, and Beifeng Xiaoxiao.

Others who wanted to squeeze in couldn't even get through the door.

After turning off her phone, Su Qianqian placed it beside her pillow, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and closed her eyes.

The whispers of the two people outside the curtain hadn't stopped; they drifted in intermittently.

Su Qianqian didn't listen.

Anyway, she doesn't need to be friends with these people.

As long as you don't bother her in the future, she won't hold it against you anymore.

Otherwise, she would definitely stand her ground to the very end!

Su Qianqian buried her face in the pillow, her mind preoccupied with other thoughts.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin layer of silvery-white light on the bed curtains.

A few minutes later.

With a loud "bang!", the dormitory door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Lin slammed her small handbag onto her bed.

The metal buckle on the bag tapped against the edge of the bed, making a crisp sound.

She didn't change her shoes or wash up; she just stood there straight in the middle of the dormitory, her chest heaving violently, her gaze sweeping over Su Qianqian's tightly closed bed curtains.

On the way back to school from the restaurant, Zhao Lin's boyfriend didn't say a word.

But as they approached the school gate, her boyfriend suddenly stopped and said in a tone she had never heard before, "Don't do that again. My roommate is also embarrassed."

"I'll let it go this time, but you need to be more sensible in the future."

Zhao Lin wanted to argue, but her boyfriend wouldn't listen and simply turned and left.

She watched her boyfriend's retreating figure, feeling both angry and frustrated.

Why do people criticize her when she's just trying to be kind?

Does having good intentions mean you're entirely to blame?

At this moment, Liu Wen peeked half her head out from the gap in the bed curtains. Seeing Zhao Lin's appearance, she immediately pulled the curtains open, took out her phone, and asked in a group chat among the three:

[@Zhao Lin, what's wrong with you?]

Didn't you just go out to eat with your boyfriend?

Zhao Lin gritted her teeth and sat down on the bed. She frantically typed on her phone, recounting what had happened at the entrance of the private room.

……

I kindly introduced Su Qianqian to a boyfriend, but she didn't even step inside the door. Right in front of the two guys, she turned around and walked away.

They didn't give me any face at all! Do they have no idea how embarrassed I was?

I chased after her and grabbed her, but I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to have a meal with her, nothing more.

[As a result, they couldn't stop him, and in the end, they didn't even get to eat. My boyfriend's roommate just left on the spot.]

Someone as immature as her will suffer sooner or later even after entering the workforce.

After reading the message, Liu Wen slapped the blanket and immediately replied:

[Exactly, we only used a little of Su Qianqian's things, and she actually wanted to call the police.]

[She also mentioned that her face cream cost over a thousand, her skincare products a thousand two, and other items were only a few hundred.]

She really thinks we're ignorant bumpkins? Who does she think she's scaring?

Besides, we're all roommates, is it really necessary to be like this?!

Zhao Lin opened her eyes wide and asked, "What?"

[Su Qianqian almost called the police just now, what exactly happened?]

Liu Wen immediately recounted the whole story: "[She even said some harsh words before leaving.]"

They said if I touch her things again, it won't be as simple as calling the police.

The more Zhao Lin read, the angrier she became, and she recounted her experiences from the evening.

They really don't know how to be grateful.

I was clearly doing a good deed, but Su Qianqian not only didn't appreciate it, she also embarrassed me.

The three of them were in a group chat, venting their frustrations one after another.

The resentment grew like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, Zhou Ting asked, "Are we still going to post it?"

Liu Wen responded: "Of course I posted it! Why wouldn't I?"

[Furthermore, I've already talked to my boyfriend, and he's preparing to post it tomorrow.]

Zhao Lin's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, "What post?"

Liu Wen recounted her plan to find a boyfriend by posting on the university town's online forum.

Then I'll post something saying that a freshman is materialistic and vain, has suspiciously many luxury items of dubious origin, and is being kept by someone.

Although I won't name names, as long as her photo is posted, anyone who knows Su Qianqian will immediately recognize her.

Then, have her boyfriend use a few alternate accounts to stir up trouble below.

Within two days, Su Qianqian's reputation will be completely ruined.

After reading it, Zhao Lin slapped the mattress hard and responded:

That's exactly how you should deal with her!

[Wait until this post goes viral, then let's see how she'll still have the nerve to stay here.]

Zhou Ting also gave it a thumbs up, looking forward to what would happen after the post went viral.