“No way!”
Pan Li instinctively shouted to stop her.
Wen Ying blinked, puzzled. “Why not? I’m helping you! Don’t worry about evidence—the baby in your belly is proof enough. Once the police step in, they’ll take you for an amniocentesis to test the DNA and confirm the father!”
At that, Pan Li’s face drained of color.
Her deal with Yu Wenhao hinged on the baby not being born for months—plenty of time to insist it was Deng Shangwei’s.
As for resemblance… Pan Li never planned to keep it. She was young, motherhood nowhere on her radar! If Deng Shangwei took her in, this kid would “miscarry”—they’d have more later.
From start to finish, the baby was a bargaining chip, her ace to leash Deng Shangwei.
But Wen Ying calling the cops, pushing for DNA via amniocentesis? That flipped her card face-up—how could she keep playing?
Pan Li panicked.
Fang Professor and the department head shot Wen Ying odd looks.
Internally, they roasted her parents—what kind of upbringing produced this? Words like “rape” and “amniocentesis” rolled off her tongue without a shred of girlish bashfulness.
What adult would even mention such things around a young girl?
Then they glanced at Pan Li—flustered, sweating, rejecting Wen Ying’s “righteous” police call. Their minds clicked.
Pan Li couldn’t handle this. No chance to consult Yu Wenhao, sweat beading, she blurted she didn’t want cops—police involvement would ruin her reputation!
Sure, many rape victims hesitate to report, fearing shame, choosing silent healing.
But Pan Li? Not that type.
Wen Ying had blown this up—everyone knew Pan Li’s scandal. She’d rather cement Wen Ying’s claims, take the “mistress” label, than call the police. It didn’t add up!
Wen Ying rolled her eyes. “Stop mumbling and misleading people. Whose kid is it? Did you seduce my elder, or did he force you? One shot to choose—think hard!”
Cornered, Pan Li whispered, face pale, “We were in love—”
Wen Ying cut her off, turning to the department head and Fang Professor. “In love? Hooking a married man and calling it poetic? Disgusting. You heard her admit it—my storming the school, justified now, right?”
Not really.
But with Pan Li’s confession, Wen Ying and Xie Qian’s actions, while not lawful, tugged at emotions. Kids, after all—Fang and the head couldn’t easily condemn them.
The department head sighed, “Little classmate, our ideological education failed here, producing such a student. If Pan Li hurt you and your family, I apologize on the school’s behalf!”
Wen Ying nodded. “With so many students, one bad apple’s normal. I accept your apology. Just wondering—when’s Pan Li getting expelled? Don’t dodge me ‘cause I’m young. If you shield her, I’ll have to hit up the media!”
The department head scanned Wen Ying head to toe, vowing to memorize her face.
This girl was a nightmare—never let her near the music college again. Reporters swarming with cameras? Too beautiful a disaster!
From anyone else, he’d brush it off.
But Wen Ying? Her proven tenacity made it a real threat—she’d do it!
He coughed dryly, “Expelling a student’s no small matter, we need a meeting…”
Wen Ying didn’t let him finish, nudging Xie Qian to leave.
“You’re busy, I get it. We’ll come back tomorrow!”
Wait—tomorrow for what?
More megaphones blaring? A banner at the gate, shouting Pan Li’s dirt to passersby? The department head shivered at the thought!
“Tomorrow—tomorrow we’ll post the notice!”
Wen Ying flashed a smile. “I trust you. Thanks for upholding justice—restores a bit of my faith in adults.”
—Enough, shut it. We get you’re a kid, no need to rub it in.
Wen Ying and Xie Qian left.
The gawkers outside had been cleared by security, but students lingered around the admin building.
Seeing them descend, Pan Li’s simps charged.
Xie Qian glanced at them. “Pan Li admitted everything. She’s out tomorrow. If you really like her, start earning to support her and the kid.”
The simps froze.
Admitted?
No—they wouldn’t believe their goddess was like that.
Even if true, some old creep must’ve tricked her feelings!
Before they snapped back, Wen Ying and Xie Qian were gone, swarmed by curious students.
“Is Pan Li’s mess real?” they pressed. Wen Ying nodded, all smiles.
“Of course! Why else would the school let us walk?”
“Check the notice tomorrow!”
Gossip quenched, girls publicly disowned Pan Li—always saw through her act, they said. Expulsion was right; she’d taint the school’s rep and theirs.
…
In the office, Pan Li hid her venomous glare, tears falling silently.
Once Wen Ying and Xie Qian were far, she tested, “Can I just withdraw?”
The department head shot her a look. “What do you think?”
Withdrawal spared some face—but would that round-faced terror agree?
If not satisfied, she’d be back!
The head was fed up with Pan Li’s sobbing—if she hadn’t screwed up, he wouldn’t be cornered by two kids.
Fang Professor shared the disappointment.
And a faint relief.
Good timing—if this blew up after Pan Li’s internship at the provincial TV station, Fang’s husband would lose face, and she’d never place students there again!
