My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Teacher Wang covered her face and got up from the ground. Half of her face was swollen, and her glasses had flown off somewhere. Her eyes, which were not covered by lenses, were wide open and bloodshot.

In her more than forty years of life and twenty years of teaching, she had never seen a parent like this, especially the parent of a transfer student. This girl, who had no background or connections and seemed so delicate, actually dared to hit someone in the office.

She was trembling with rage, her swollen cheek twitching upwards at the corner of her mouth, her voice cracking: "You dare hit me?! Do you know who I am?!"

"Jiang Ran was unwanted to begin with. If our school hadn't taken pity on her, would she have even gotten in?!"

"Like father, like son! This is what happens when you have an orphan! A transfer student is just a transfer student! Something that was born but never taught!"

The expressions on the faces of the teachers watching in the office varied.

A young female teacher in the corner subconsciously took a step forward to try to persuade her, but her colleague next to her grabbed her sleeve and shook his head at her.

The male teacher who had been leaning against the corner finally put down his thermos. His brows were furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly, but he opened and closed his mouth, ultimately remaining silent.

He's just an ordinary subject teacher; there's no need for him to offend the grade leader for a student he doesn't even know.

Su Qing looked at her distorted face and listened to the vicious words squeezed out from between her teeth, but didn't say a word.

She raised her hand and slapped him again.

This time it was even harder than before. Teacher Wang fell sideways, her forehead hitting the metal leg of the desk with a dull thud.

She lay on the ground, her cheeks swollen and shiny, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her lips moved but she couldn't utter a complete syllable, only muffled whimpers.

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A male teacher wearing glasses finally couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to stop him, but he paused and then stopped.

Cheng Xiaoyu stood next to Jiang Ran, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape in a small "O" shape, and the bruise on his face twitching with each breath.

Not only is Sister Su beautiful, but she's also incredibly good at fighting! Jiang Ran gripped Su Qing's clothes tightly, tears still welling up in her eyes, but her lips had stopped trembling. She looked up at her sister's back, at the figure that stood in front of her, not very broad but completely still.

Cui Jiayi looked at Teacher Wang, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, lying on the ground. Her lips, which were covered in exquisite lip gloss, curled down slightly, and a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes.

She raised her hand to smooth her curly hair over her shoulder, her tone still maintaining that superior composure, but her speech was a beat faster than before, revealing a hint of panic that was not easily detected: "Ms. Su, you hit a teacher at this school in front of me. This matter is not as simple as you think."

"My husband and the head of the district's education bureau are old acquaintances. Although I don't like to bother others, I don't mind making a call for my daughter, Xiaoyi. After all, we've lived here for so many years and know all sorts of people."

She glanced down at her newly done manicure, blew away imaginary dust, then looked up at Su Qing with a mocking smile. "We're all doing this for the child's good, aren't we?"

"But some people lack proper education from a young age and don't know how to behave appropriately in society. These kinds of people can't get along in our circle, Ms. Su, what do you think?"

Su Qing turned around and faced Cui Jiayi.

She didn't speak or show any expression; she simply strode towards her.

The pace was not fast, but each step was taken very steadily.

Cui Jiayi subconsciously took a half step back, then realized that her action was embarrassing, so she forced herself to stand firm.

She pushed Jiang Yi further behind her, raised her chin higher, and the forced toughness in her voice began to falter: "Ms. Su, I'm only speaking to you politely because we're both parents. What do you think you can change on your own?"

"Do you think your sister will be able to stay at this school if word gets out that you hit your homeroom teacher today? I advise you..."

"Do you know who my father is?" Cui Jiayi's voice suddenly rose half an octave.

Su Qing continued walking, a slight smile playing on her lips: "What, didn't your mother tell you?"

The office fell silent for a moment.

The young female teacher, who hadn't dared to utter a sound, couldn't help but let out a very short, sharp breath, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling suspiciously.

Cui Jiayi's face, which had been meticulously made up with off-white makeup, turned a deep reddish-brown. Her elegant and composed exterior shattered completely in the blink of an eye with just one sentence.

She is thirty-four years old this year and is well-maintained. Wherever she goes, people respectfully call her "Sister Cui" or "Madam".

The reason she dared to be so arrogant was because the Jiang family was behind her.

The Jiang family's influence in Beicheng made her fearless in any situation.

But right now, all her pride was shattered by Su Qing's four casual words.

She was rendered speechless by a young girl's words, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation welled up from the bottom of her heart, mixed with an emotion she herself was unwilling to admit.

She had to admit that Su Qing's face was indeed beautiful, so beautiful that she couldn't help but take a second look when she arrived.

This kind of beauty isn't something she achieves through makeup; it's due to her naturally good features, delicate facial features, and fair skin that doesn't need foundation to cover imperfections.

After removing her makeup, she never dared to let others see the fine lines around her eyes and the freckles on her cheeks.

The more she looked at Su Qing's face, the more irritating it became to her, and the more offended she felt. How could a wild girl with no family background or connections look like that? How could she remain so calm in front of her?

She became furious and embarrassed.

"You brat, who are you trying to fool with that vixen act? Kids without parents have no manners! Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of your useless parents!"

She raised her hand, her five fingers, adorned with exquisite manicures, spread out, and slapped Su Qing hard across the face.

Without even blinking, Su Qing raised her left hand to deflect Cui Jiayi's downward-swinging wrist, and her right hand was even faster, delivering a crisp slap to Cui Jiayi's left cheek.

Cui Jiayi staggered two steps to the side, her high heels twisting on the floor and she almost fell.

She covered her face, turned her head away, and looked at Su Qing in disbelief. The exquisite makeup on her face contrasted sharply with the bright red handprint.

She opened her mouth, but the lip gloss on her lips had been smudged, leaving a smudge on the corner of her mouth that looked like someone had drawn a line on her face with lipstick. This made her slightly frightened expression look even more comical. However, what she didn't expect was...

Su Qing actually dared to hit her.