After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Ruan Tang was unaware that she had been pushed. She staggered two steps, her back hit the wall, and the documents in her hand scattered all over the floor.

She crouched down to pick up the documents, but someone deliberately stepped on a piece of paper to prevent her from taking it out.

Ruan Tang tried to pull it off twice but couldn't budge it, so she simply let go and stood up.

Liang Jing raised her chin, stopped in front of Ruan Tang, and looked down at her.

"Ruan Tang, your silence is an admission that you injured someone?"

Ruan Tang raised her head, her eyes unusually calm. "I didn't hurt anyone."

Liang Jing laughed sarcastically, "The knife is yours, the evidence is conclusive, and you're saying you didn't?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

Ruan Tang ignored the laughter and explained seriously, "The knife is mine, but it's always been in the folder. I didn't take it, nor did I use it to hurt anyone."

She paused, looking into Liang Jing's eyes.

"Moreover, if I wanted to frame Lin Xiao Kui, I could use my position as the secretary of the deacon to do so without leaving any evidence."

"Why did you have to do it in public, in front of everyone?"

She stood there, her hair disheveled, looking rather disheveled.

But her calm and composed demeanor when she spoke set her apart from those who surrounded her and criticized her.

Reasonable and well-founded, neither rushed nor slow.

Seeing her like this, Liang Jing felt her anger flare up.

A special admission student, who got close to Si Lin because of his looks, is now caught red-handed and still dares to be so self-righteous.

"That's enough!" Liang Jing raised her hand and pushed her again.

"A pretentious jerk is always good at making excuses."

"Weren't you quite the big shot at the last school anniversary celebration? Why are you acting pitiful now?"

Ruan Tang staggered back a step after being pushed by her, and her shoulder hit the wall again.

Liang Jing triumphantly directed the people next to her, "Take a picture!"

"Take a picture of her face and post it on the forum so everyone can see how she bullies her classmates!"

Several ladies immediately took out their phones.

The flashbulbs went off at Ruan Tang, clicking away.

Ruan Tang raised her hand to cover her face, but another person pulled her wrist away.

"Don't block me! Let everyone see your true colors!"

"Exactly, what's with the pretense of being high and mighty!"

"Special admissions students are special admissions students; they're inherently base!"

The flash was so bright that Ruan Tang couldn't open her eyes.

She heard laughter, insults, and commotion all around her.

Ruan Tang bit her lip, trying not to cry.

Lin Xiaokui stood on the periphery of the crowd, clutching her injured hand, watching this scene unfold.

A slight upturn appeared at the corner of her mouth.

It turns out that these nobles also dislike Ruan Tang.

What a surprise.

She had been worried that not everyone would believe her about what happened tonight.

It seems that she doesn't need to say anything more; these people will identify Ruan Tang for her and deal with Ruan Tang.

Lin Xiaokui lowered her eyes, concealing the schadenfreude in them.

"Move aside." Si Lin stood at the end of the corridor, his face expressionless.

His dark eyes swept across the crowd.

The nobles and special admission students who had just been so arrogant fell silent, their eyes darting away.

The crowd automatically moved aside to both sides.

The girls who were taking pictures with their phones immediately hid their hands behind their backs.

Liang Jing was so frightened that she shrank back into the crowd.

Si Lin walked over, step by step, his leather shoes treading on the floor as if stepping on everyone's heart.

Wherever he went, the nobles lowered their heads, the rebels held their breath, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

The man stopped in front of Ruan Tang.

Her hair was disheveled, with stray strands clinging messily to the sides of her face, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

A streak of ash smeared on her snow-white cheek, from when she bumped into the wall while being pushed.

The little girl looked up at him, her big eyes blinking, glistening with tears, but she didn't cry in public. She just gazed at him quietly, stubborn yet pitiful.

Si Lin's expression was very unpleasant.

When he came over just now, he saw her leaning against the wall, surrounded by everyone criticizing her.

Nobles, resistance groups, people taking photos, people denouncing, people shoving—not a single person spoke up for her.

She was alone and helpless in the crowd.

If Cheng Jin were standing here surrounded by people, he would only think that Cheng Jin was incompetent and unworthy to follow him.

But if it were Ruan Tang...

Si Lin looked into her seemingly expressive eyes and felt a tightness in his chest.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Si Lin raised his hand, placed his palm on her head, and gently ruffled her messy hair.

The movements were gentle and carried a soothing connotation.

"It's nothing." His voice wasn't loud, but the surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone could hear him clearly.

Si Lin removed his hand from above her head, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her from the wall behind him.

The demeanor of a clear master.

His gaze swept casually over the surroundings, and the once arrogant crowd shrank back like quails.

Si Lin sneered inwardly. They all acted so arrogantly every day, but in reality, they were nothing more than bullies.

He was no match for the girl behind him; she had no backbone whatsoever, and he even bullied her instead.

The more you compare them, the more clueless they seem.

Si Lin held the girl's delicate wrist and walked out.

As he passed by Cheng Jin, his voice was indifferent, and he didn't even turn his head. "Clean it up. I don't want to see a single thing on their phones."

Cheng Jin bowed slightly. "Yes."

The people behind finally dared to look up, their expressions varied, but their eyes were all on the fair wrist that Si Lin had wrapped around.

Most of them couldn't hide their envy and jealousy.

Among them, Liang Jing began to panic, Lin Xiaokui was stunned, and Su Nian remained silent...

In the entire Saint Lan, Ruan Tang is the only one whom Si Lin personally pulls away from the crowd.

Even though Ruan Tang was at fault tonight, many people had a premonition that they had messed up.

Cheng Jin straightened up and turned to the crowd of onlookers.

He had a smile on his face, but his tone left no room for negotiation.

"Everyone, please hand over your cell phones."

Liang Jing met Cheng Jin's calm and unwavering eyes and offered no resistance.

She was the first to slap her phone into Cheng Jin's hand, and the girls behind her did the same one after another.

The resistance members silently handed over their phones; no one dared to say no.

Cheng Jin took the last phone and, seemingly unintentionally, turned her head to look at the two figures that were gradually walking away.

Si Lin walked slowly, accommodating Ruan Tang who was slow at everything.

Cheng Jin was taken aback.

From when did Ruan Tang go from being a subservient person who was dragged along and staggered, to now, when Young Master Si has gradually begun to accommodate her?

He looked away.

That's good. With Young Master Si's protection, she won't be bullied in Shenglan anymore.

A faint, almost imperceptible regret, before it could even take shape, was suppressed in my already calm and composed heart.

He continued to manage the scene.

They ordered people to clean up the bloodstains on the ground, had the school doctor bandage Lin Xiaokui's hand, and evacuated the students who were watching back to their classrooms.

Cheng Jin remained the same shrewd and capable student council vice president, without a single flaw.