School Hunk or Childhood Sweetheart? -
Chapter 172 What Kind of Person Am I?
Chapter 172: Chapter 172 What Kind of Person Am I?
The more she looked at the three of them, the more annoyed she got, and the thought of having to live with them every day made Qin Ruo’s mood turn sour. Then, she suddenly pushed away Shen Weiyi, who was blocking her way, "Move aside, you’re in my way."
By coincidence, she pushed right on Shen Weiyi’s injured hand.
The other’s strength was significant, and Shen Weiyi was pushed back a step by the force.
Fang Jing and Yan Xiaoyue changed their expressions immediately and asked hastily, "Yiyi, are you okay?"
"I’m fine," Shen Weiyi shook her head.
The other had only pushed her arm, it hadn’t touched her wrist.
But the two of them felt she was certainly enduring the pain without saying anything.
Fang Jing turned around, looking at Qin Ruo with dissatisfaction, "Ruoruo, you went too far. Didn’t you see that Yiyi’s hand is injured?"
Having moved into the dorm for so many days, it was the first time everyone saw her get angry.
Out of everyone in the dorm, she had the best temper. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have voluntarily given up her own bed to Qin Ruo, but clearly, the other did not appreciate it.
"What does her injury have to do with me?" Qin Ruo rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed.
She would be glad if the other’s hand became useless.
"You, you’re really too much," Fang Jing did not expect the other to be so defiant and arrogant when she did something wrong, her face flushed with anger. The girl obviously hadn’t argued much with others before, she didn’t even know how to curse someone properly.
Qin Ruo sneered, "So what if I’m being excessive? She hasn’t even said anything herself, yet you are all rushing to speak up for her. It’s just a set of makeup that she gave you, is it necessary to be so eager to please?"
"I’m not, it’s not like what you think," Fang Jing’s face turned red, defending herself.
"Then why else would you be so obsequious towards her?" Qin Ruo looked disdainfully in Shen Weiyi’s direction.
Fang Jing: "I just, I just can’t stand how you’re acting." She’s clearly wrong, but she won’t apologize and even tries to twist the facts. It’s really too much.
Shen Weiyi glanced at Qin Ruo indifferently and said to Fang Jing, "Forget it, no need to explain to her. Someone like her will never understand."
Hearing this, Qin Ruo couldn’t help but glare at her with a dark expression, "Make yourself clear, what kind of person do you think I am?" She hated it most when others looked down on her. And to her, Shen Weiyi’s words were condescending.
Shen Weiyi: "Hypocritical, selfish, extremely egotistical, with only yourself in your eyes, and no one else. Someone like you likely doesn’t understand the meaning of friendship, nor will you have friends."
"What right do you have to say that about me?" Qin Ruo said angrily.
She’s just relying on her family’s money, what right does a bastard child have to look down on her?
"It’s based on what you’ve done," Shen Weiyi said, "In your eyes, other people’s concerns are always with ulterior motives. Mutual care among friends is also just for profit. All this shows is that you’ve never treated anyone sincerely, and it’s likely you’ve never been treated sincerely by anyone either. I truly feel sorry for you."
"You..." Qin Ruo’s face changed again, and she bit her teeth angrily, "What do you have to be proud of? It’s just because you have some family money." Otherwise, where would a bastard child get the face to lecture her?
Shen Weiyi met her gaze head-on, suddenly curved her lips into a smile, and nodded seriously, "Hmm, you’re right, it’s indeed about the money."
Qin Ruo’s expression turned even darker at once.
Grinding her teeth, she glared at her.
Internally seething with hatred, yet she had no way to deal with her.
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