Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 547 Leaving 301

Chapter 547: Chapter 547 Leaving 301

Song Yunuan put down the book she was holding and carefully sized up Bian Haiying.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Song Yunuan? You’re quite sly yourself. You’re from the same hometown as Teacher Lin’s wife, and yet we only found out today!"

Chen Aijuan’s mouth opened and closed as she whispered, "You two... please talk nicely to each other, don’t fight."

Shen Kexin was not pleased, having already known that there was something off about Bian Haiying. Now that she’d been caught red-handed, she still had the audacity to turn the tables shamelessly.

Unable to hold back, she said, "What does this have to do with Song Yunuan? You didn’t tell us you were so familiar with Teacher Lin, either."

Bian Haiying immediately got defensive, pointing at Shen Kexin, "What do you mean by your words just now? Why"

—"How could it not be related to her? What did she mean by her words tonight, saying that I accidentally hurt myself? Look at this gauze on my face, how am I supposed to go to class tomorrow? How do I explain this to my parents when I go home?

Song Yunuan, you’re just protecting that little brat, aren’t you?

I’ve given you face and didn’t lower myself to his level, but he must apologize to me tomorrow!"

Song Yunuan curled the corners of her mouth and grabbed Bian Haiying, who was being sarcastic with her, saying word by word, "Bian Haiying, don’t push your luck. You know very well what you’ve done, and you wish the whole world knew your vile thoughts.

I’m going to sleep now and can’t be bothered with you. Move out of room 301 by tomorrow. I don’t care how you do it; when I come back from the National Day holiday, I don’t want to see you!"

With those words, the whole dormitory room 301 fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Bian Haiying’s face turned pale, her fingers trembling as she pointed at Song Yunuan, "You... you... you..."

But she couldn’t finish her sentence.

Chen Aijuan, frightened, covered her mouth. Song Yunuan was too bold. Why was she picking a fight with Bian Haiying at this time?

Shen Kexin, however, felt that Song Yunuan was right.

She had never seen someone play the victim while clearly being the thief. It was utterly shameless.

On their way, no one brought up this topic.

After they returned, none of the three of them spoke. Just mind your own business and stay in your lane.

Nobody had the energy to deal with your nonsense.

But what did she think she was doing?

Wanting to play the saint while acting like a whore?

Song Yunuan was right in her criticism, some people just don’t appreciate kindness.

Just as she was about to speak, the brightly lit dormitory suddenly plunged into darkness.

It wasn’t rest time yet, but the electricity had suddenly gone out. In these times, power outages were common.

Bian Haiying only felt the hand gripping her clothes, pulling with an irresistible force.

She was about to struggle with all her might.

But Song Yunuan let go.

In the darkness, she accurately tossed Bian Haiying onto her own bed.

A voice, different from usual, echoed in the dormitory, "Bian Haiying, I was not joking with you just now."

Then Song Yunuan said, "Time to sleep."

Before the lights went out, Bian Haiying saw Song Yunuan’s sinister gaze. A chill broke out on her back. She had never seen Song Yunuan like this before, with such a strong presence. It made Bian Haiying want to cry, to create a fuss, to curse, to scream loudly and all other thoughts vanished.

She lay on her bed, feeling a burning pain where the branches had hit her.

But she didn’t dare to move or speak.

The room was so quiet that even breathing seemed a sin.

The next day, the school only had morning classes, and the afternoon was a holiday. The usually bustling Room 301 was eerily quiet this morning.

No one had forgotten what happened last night.

No one knew what to say.

The Song Yunuan from last night seemed to have disappeared, replaced once again by the obedient and clever youngest girl of Room 301.

She went about her business as usual.

However, before she had finished packing up for the cafeteria, she seriously warned Bian Haiying again, "Bian Haiying, you haven’t forgotten what I said last night, have you?"

Bian Haiying looked at the cold-faced Song Yunuan, her expression somewhat fearful, but a surge of jealousy rose in her heart.

Song Yunuan must have known in advance that Teacher Lin’s wife was from the same place as her.

Otherwise, she couldn’t have said what she did last night.

Bian Haiying’s lips quivered as she glared viciously at Song Yunuan.

"Why should I leave? Who do you think you are? You say I should leave, and I should just go?"

Song Yunuan smiled.

But her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

"Then let’s give it a try."

"Song Yunuan, no wonder Teacher Lin has such a bad impression of Nanshan County Town—it really is a case of troubled waters breeding tricky people."

Chen Aijuan immediately said, "Stop arguing, stop arguing, we’re going to have class soon."

Shen Kexin put down the mirror in her hand, "What do you mean by troubled waters breeding tricky people? Are those words really coming out of your mouth? Who do you think you are? A princess?"

Bian Haiying needed to change her dressing. As she looked at the few people in the dormitory, tears began streaming down her face.

"Fine, fine, you all bully me. I’m going to find a teacher."

She left Room 301, slamming the door of the dormitory loudly.

Shen Kexin, furious, yelled, "What’s she angry about? Have we provoked her or bothered her? She’s going to find a teacher? I didn’t say anything—it’s utterly nonsensical."

Chen Aijuan pulled Shen Kexin back, signaling her to stop talking.

Song Yunuan, however, had returned to her usual smiling demeanor.

She told the two, "I’ve got something to do this morning, so I won’t be attending class. Don’t worry about asking for leave on my behalf; I’ve already requested it."

Shen Kexin couldn’t help but say, "Your fellow villager’s son is Little Ze, right? He must have seen something. Bian Haiying and Teacher Lin are definitely not proper. We’ll leave that aside for now—are you going to see Aunt Xiu? Also, won’t Little Ze get beaten when he gets back home?"

Song Yunuan replied, "Yes, I’m going to find Aunt Xiu. Little Ze will definitely tell his mom when he gets back—he shouldn’t get beaten; there’s grandmother and the youngest aunt at home."

Chen Aijuan said, "A child can’t keep secrets. After telling his mom, imagine how heartbroken and distraught she must be."

Shen Kexin looked towards the door.

"Professor Lin is no good man, but Bian Haiying is even worse. She knew full well he had a wife and a son, yet she still kept throwing herself at him—how many men could withstand such temptation? Our neighbor was in a similar situation, falsely accused a few years back. His wife stood by him as they fought to clear his name. Now he’s got his job back, and the compensation pay has been settled. Then, he divorced and remarried a younger woman. Honestly, they had never been married before; she’s quite pretty. They got married last year, had a son this year, and custody of my classmate went to her dad. In that household, it was uncomfortable all around; luckily, she got into university and left that home."

Chen Aijuan sighed, "My grandma always says it’s strange how people can share hardships, but not the sweetness of life."

Indeed, this was a common trait among many.