Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

"It all started a month ago."

A cold wind howled across the rooftop, and Xiaomeng's thin and hoarse voice, mixed with the sound of the wind, made people's hearts tighten.

"The academic pressure in high school is very heavy. I have always lived at school, from Monday to Friday, and I can only go home on weekends. I have no father since I was a child and have always depended on my mother. Our life is peaceful and stable. I have always studied hard and never run around."

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance, her voice trembling softly:

"A month ago, I kept feeling inexplicably unwell, with recurring discomfort, so I had no choice but to go to the hospital for a checkup on my own. But I never expected that the doctor would tell me that I had a very serious gynecological inflammation."

At this point, Xiaomeng gave a self-deprecating, pathetic smile, her eyes filled with helplessness and humiliation.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in chaos, with some expressing doubt and others speculating amongst themselves.

How could a 17-year-old high school student get this disease?

Could it be due to an indiscreet private life?

Logically speaking, it's impossible for a girl to be a model student...

Xiaomeng was already used to these suspicions, her tone filled with endless exhaustion: "I knew everyone would think that way. But I really didn't do anything. I live a simple life, going between school and home every day. I never play around, never go out and cause trouble, and I've never even had a puppy love relationship. I still can't understand why I got this disease."

"When I was in the consultation room, the doctor looked at me with scrutiny, surprise, and an indescribable sense of scrutiny and contempt. That look made me feel hot all over, and I was filled with shame and indignation. I wished I could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. I didn't dare to argue, and I had no way to explain. I could only bite the bullet, get the prescription, pay the bill, pick up the medicine, and hurriedly escape from the hospital."

"Later I looked it up online and found that this disease can be cured with proper treatment and is not considered a difficult or serious illness. But I'm just a student with only a little bit of living expenses, and I simply can't afford the cost of long-term medication and follow-up visits. After I finished the medication prescribed by the hospital, I could only secretly go to small clinics and discount pharmacies outside the school to buy cheaper medications to continue my treatment."

She sniffed, and tears finally streamed down her face.

"I thought I could just quietly get better and recover, but I never expected that someone would secretly take pictures of me buying medicine and anonymously post them on our school's campus forum."

"Overnight, the whole school was in an uproar. All sorts of nasty rumors spread like wildfire, sweeping across the entire grade."

"I was completely unaware at first. That day, after lunch break, I returned to the classroom from the playground, and as soon as I entered, I saw everyone staring at me and whispering. My schoolbag had been maliciously opened, and my books and stationery were scattered all over the floor. The box of medicine was laid out naked on the table, clearly visible to everyone."

"At that moment, all the students in the class turned their attention to me, with disdain, disgust, mockery, and amusement... Everyone looked at me as if I were something filthy."

"I was so angry that I was trembling all over, my hands and feet were ice cold, and I was overwhelmed by immense shame and grievance. I didn't know who was targeting me maliciously, and I didn't know what I had done wrong. I could only shove my things into my schoolbag haphazardly with trembling hands, and run out of the classroom and out of the school without a care in the world."

"From that day on, the rumors about me completely spiraled out of control. What started as speculation and discussion gradually escalated into all sorts of vile and malicious fabrications, growing more and more outrageous with each passing day..."

Once malice takes root, it will spread wildly and unchecked.

Before long, all my social media accounts were flooded with insults and abuse. Countless strangers were venting their malice through the screen, each word filthy and grating. Some called me shameless and lacking self-respect, using the most vile language to slander my innocence.

Even worse, some male students of questionable character took advantage of the rampant rumors to make inappropriate and offensive remarks, sending obscene and vulgar questions that were extremely humiliating.

The girls in my class and school completely isolated and ostracized me. Classmates who used to joke around with me now all stayed away from me, and everyone avoided me like the plague, never hiding the disgust and contempt in their eyes.

They not only verbally bullied us, but also escalated their physical abuse.

One break between classes, several girls forcibly locked me in a toilet stall and poured sewage down on me from above through the cracks in the ceiling. The cold, filthy water poured over my head, soaking my clothes and hair, leaving me filthy and smelly. A chilling cold and humiliation instantly enveloped me.

I was trapped in a small cubicle, desperately banging on the door for help, and breaking down in tears. Finally, the cleaning lady heard the commotion and came to unlock the door and rescue me.

But when my aunt saw me looking disheveled and covered in dirt, a complex expression appeared in her eyes. It was a mixture of doubt and regret, an admission of the rumors, but no comfort whatsoever.

I stood there, my body ice-cold, my heart filled with resentment and injustice. I had been law-abiding and diligent in my studies, never doing anything out of line. For seventeen years, I had lived an honest and upright life, never harming anyone. So why should I have to endure everyone's malice and bullying for no reason?

The bullying at school escalated, alarming the homeroom teacher and the dean of students. After learning the whole story, the school immediately called my mother and summoned her to the school to handle the matter.

The moment I received the call, all the lingering resentment in my heart surged up.

My mother is my closest and only support in this world, my last weakness and source of strength. All the bullying, humiliation, and grievances that had been building up for days found an outlet the moment I learned that my mother was coming. I thought I would finally stop having to bear it all alone, that someone would finally believe in me, protect me, stand up for me, and clear my name.

I stood in the office, utterly disheveled, desperately hoping for my family's intervention.

But I never imagined that this only hope would ultimately push me into the abyss.

Before my mother, Liu Lan, arrived at the school, she had already listened to all the rumors and unfounded gossip from the teachers on the phone. She hurriedly stepped into the teachers' office, her gaze falling on me, who was covered in dirt and had a pale face. There was not a single word of concern, not a single question, and not a single bit of heartache.

She raised her hand and, without hesitation, slapped me hard across the face.

The crisp, loud slap echoed throughout the office. The force of the slap made me turn my head to the side, and my cheek instantly burned with pain, accompanied by ringing in my ears.

I stared blankly at my mother, at the undisguised disappointment, anger, and disgust in her eyes.

That slap shattered all my grievances, all my expectations, and shattered my last shred of hope and desire to survive in this world.

No one in the world believed me. My classmates slandered me, strangers insulted me, teachers condoned the rumors, and even my blood-related, dearest mother refused to believe me for a second.

Xiaomeng stared at the camera, tears streaming down her face, her voice broken and hoarse, filled with utter despair: "Was I never meant to be alive? Is someone like me unworthy of living in this world?"