The Canary that couldn't escape
Chapter 108: The Principal’s Enthusiasm

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: The Principal’s Enthusiasm

His obstinacy had reached a level that infuriated him.

Outside, countless women yearned to climb into his bed, and many sought his company without any opportunity. He gave her a chance, albeit a threatening one, yet she still declined, truly an oddity to the extreme!

Standing up, he glanced at her coldly, and said indifferently, "Is that so? I will make you come back to me on your own."

Who was he, Gu Yixuan? A sneeze from him, and the whole W City would shake thrice. There was no way he couldn’t handle her or that there was anything he couldn’t have.

Her opportunity to resist had always been because he had chosen not to use cruel and despicable methods on her.

Mo Ran lifted her head to meet his icy gaze and inexplicably shuddered. She had a premonition that he would not let her off easily, that he would make sure she suffered greatly...

Clenching her teeth tightly, Mo Ran told herself not to be afraid, to be brave, to be strong.

The door opened, and the man walked out. She continued squatting, daring not to move an inch. It was only after she had no idea how long he had been gone that she regained feeling and stood up.

Because circulation had been cut off, she felt dizzy upon standing. Her body swayed to one side, and she collided with the wall, hurting her arm.

The pain cleared her head significantly, and her mind was no longer in a daze.

The next day, Mo Ran went to school with heavy dark circles under her eyes. As soon as she entered the school, the principal called her to his office with a phone call.

"Ms. Mo, please have a seat and enjoy some tea," the principal said warmly, much to Mo Ran’s surprise.

She sat down, puzzled, watching the obsequious smile spreading across the principal’s face.

"Principal, is there something you need?" She couldn’t help wondering if she was seeing things, as the principal’s ingratiating smile seemed out of place.

"Ms. Mo, you have been with our school for some time now, and everything has been going well with your work, has it not?"

"Very smoothly," she nodded.

"Being the only dance teacher at our school, teaching the students must be hard. As a principal, I haven’t considered this promptly, and I apologize for making you work so hard."

"No, I’m not overworked." Her classes were leisurely; where was the strain?

The principal completely ignored her response and continued with a smile, "Ms. Mo, I’ve made a decision. Seeing how hard you’ve been working, I want to give you a raise. Your salary was a bit over two thousand a month, yet you performed several times the workload. Therefore, I’m planning to raise your salary a bit, to eight thousand a month. What do you think?"