Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Chapter 110 She is not my daughter

The S University campus forum exploded at 8 a.m. the next day.

The pinned post is from the official student union account, and the poster is Pei Zixian.

The title is simple: [Explanation Regarding Compensation for Yesterday's Incident on the Third Floor of the Library]

The main text consists of only two sentences:

"Yesterday afternoon, Bo Jinghuai was talking with a friend in the reading area on the third floor of the library. Although he tried his best to keep his voice down, it may still have affected the reading experience of the students present."

"After discussion by the student union, it was decided to provide each student who was present at the time with a compensation of 100,000 yuan. The funds have been transferred to the accounts linked to your campus cards. Please check your accounts."

Within five minutes of the post being published, it had received thousands of comments.

[One hundred thousand? ?? I didn't read that wrong, did I? ??]

[Bo Xilai said two sentences, and each person was ordered to pay 100,000? Is this the way the aristocracy operates?]

[Yesterday I was on the third floor, and I didn't hear Young Master Bo speak at all; his voice was very soft.]

I was there too, sitting at the very back, and I didn't hear a thing.

……

Shen Family Flower Room.

Shen Qingyue was wearing a beige loungewear dress and holding scissors in her hand, pruning a white rose.

She moved slowly and carefully, pruning away the excess branches and leaves, leaving only the most perfect flower buds.

The maid came in carrying a tray and said softly, "Miss, your account just received a transfer."

Shen Qingyue didn't even look up. "How much?"

"One hundred thousand," the maid said. "The note says it's compensation from the S University Student Union."

The scissors stopped.

Shen Qingyue slowly straightened up and looked at the maid. "What compensation?"

The maid lowered her head. "The forum says that yesterday, Young Master Bo spoke in the library, which disturbed everyone, so this is the compensation they're giving him."

Shen Qingyue felt a fire burning up from the bottom of her heart, making her head buzz.

Speak up? A compensation of 100,000?

Shen Qingyue tugged at the corners of her mouth, wanting to laugh, but couldn't manage it.

"Get out." She said softly.

The maid quickly bowed and withdrew.

Shen Qingyue was the only one left in the greenhouse.

She stood there, looking at the white rose.

Pure and noble, just like the image she has always maintained.

But now, she just feels disgusted.

Shen Qingyue reached out and grabbed the freshly trimmed flower bud.

Pull hard.

She stared at the cluster of white petals in her hand, and Su Jingsheng's face flashed through her mind.

And under the table, Bo Jinghuai's hand was on her thigh.

Shen Qingyue turned around and walked to another cluster of red roses.

These roses are in full bloom.

Shen Qingyue reached out and grabbed the whole branch.

Tear it off forcefully.

The thorn pierced her palm, leaving fine spots of blood.

She ignored it and kept pulling.

One branch, two branches, three branches.

Soon, her feet were surrounded by piles of broken rose branches.

The petals were scattered all over the ground, a shocking sight.

Shen Qingyue stopped, looked at her hands covered in flower juice and blood, brought them to her nose, and took a deep breath.

Rose scent.

She suddenly laughed, a laugh bordering on madness.

"Su Jingsheng, you lowly Omega," she murmured.

"What makes you so smug?"

……

The third day after the library incident.

Evening, western suburbs of Beijing, slums.

The houses here are low and dilapidated, with mottled walls, and the air is filled with the stench of garbage and sewage.

A black sedan silently stopped at the entrance of the alley.

The car door opened, and Shen Qingyue stepped out.

She changed into an inconspicuous gray suit, put her long hair up, wore a wide-brimmed hat, and sunglasses.

But her gentle and elegant demeanor seemed out of place here.

Two men in black suits followed behind her.

Shen Qingyue walked into the alley and stopped in front of a door.

The door was ajar, and a man's cough could be heard from inside; it was intermittent and very weak.

Shen Qingyue pushed open the door.

The room was dark, and Su Mingde was curled up, covered with a tattered blanket.

He was so thin he was unrecognizable, with sunken cheeks, deep-set eyes, and simple splints on his right arm and left leg.

That was caused by Bo Jinghuai's men. They didn't have the money to treat it, so it just dragged on.

Hearing the noise, Su Mingde opened his eyes.

When he saw Shen Qingyue, he was stunned for a moment, and then struggled to sit up.

"Miss Shen?" His voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

Shen Qingyue did not take off her sunglasses.

She stood at the doorway, scanning the dilapidated house with disgust at its filth.

"Mr. Su," she said, her voice soft yet cold, "long time no see."

Su Mingde swallowed hard. "How...how did you find your way here?"

"If I want to find you, I will find you." Shen Qingyue took a step forward, her high heels clicking on the muddy ground.

She stopped in front of Su Mingde and looked down at him.

"I have a few questions for you," she said. "Answer honestly."

Su Mingde nodded vigorously, "Please ask, please ask."

What does Su Jingsheng like?

Su Mingde was taken aback. "Like...like what?"

"Yes." Shen Qingyue's voice turned cold.

"I need to know what she likes most, what she hates most, what she's afraid of, what her bad habits are, and all her weaknesses."

Su Mingde opened his mouth, but no words came out.

His mind went blank.

What do you like?

What does Su Jingsheng like?

He never knew.

He had never even glanced at that daughter, from childhood to adulthood.

They treat her like a tool, to be raised and sold for a good price.

"I...I don't know," Su Mingde said, his voice trembling.

Shen Qingyue smiled.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing her gentle eyes, which were now icy cold.

"You don't know?" she repeated. "She's your daughter, don't you know?"

Su Mingde broke out in a cold sweat. "Miss Shen, I... I really don't know. That girl has never been close to me since we were little, I..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A man behind Shen Qingyue stepped forward and kicked Su Mingde in the chest.

Powerful.

Su Mingde groaned, slammed his head against the wall, and fell back to the ground.

He curled up, coughed violently, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Shen Qingyue knelt down, looking at his pained expression, her voice still gentle.

"Mr. Su, I'll ask one more time."

"What are Su Jingsheng's weaknesses?"

Su Mingde shook his head, his face covered in tears and snot. "I really don't know, Miss Shen, please forgive me."

Shen Qingyue sighed.

She stood up and gestured to the other man.

The man stepped forward, grabbed Su Mingde's uninjured left arm, and twisted it forcefully.

"Click—"

Su Mingde screamed in agony, his voice piercing and echoing in the cramped room.

Shen Qingyue looked at her expressionlessly. "Will you talk or not?"

Su Mingde was trembling all over from the pain, and his words were incoherent. "I said..."

"She seemed to be afraid of the dark when she was little? She needed the lights on to sleep at night."

Shen Qingyue raised an eyebrow. "Anything else?"

"And, there's also..." Su Mingde's mind raced as he desperately tried to recall.

"She doesn't eat mangoes; she's allergic to them and gets rashes."

"That's all?" Shen Qingyue's voice turned cold.

Su Mingde nodded, "That's all..."

Shen Qingyue twitched the corner of her mouth.

She stood up and patted non-existent dust off her hands.

"Mr. Su, what should I do with you?"

Her voice was soft, as if she were talking to herself, "That bitch you gave birth to, now she's hooked up with Jing Huai and is showing off in front of me."

"Jing Huai is protecting her; I can't touch her."

"Then I'll just have to take it out on you."

Su Mingde's face turned ashen. "Miss Shen, this has nothing to do with me."

"That girl is ungrateful. Go find her, don't come to me."

"I'm looking for you because you gave birth to her." Shen Qingyue looked at him with icy eyes.

"Tell me, why did you give birth to that bitch?"

Su Mingde's lips trembled, "I...I..."

Shen Qingyue nodded to the two men.

The two men stepped forward and began to work.

The fists landed on Su Mingde, and the feet kicked his injured arms and legs.

Su Mingde screamed repeatedly and rolled on the ground.

Shen Qingyue stood aside, watching quietly.