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That evening, when I got home, I deliberately let my hair down to cover my swollen face.
My mom saw me come in and pulled out today’s treasure: “Sweetheart, this is the Starlit Skirt that I had designed especially for you. Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I was worried about giving myself away, so I quickly added, “Mom, I’m going upstairs.”
She grabbed my wrist and pushed my hair aside, revealing the five finger marks on my face. “Sweetheart, tell me who did this.”
I could hear the barely contained anger in her voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, the whole family gathered around. I briefly recounted what had happened at school today.
“Don’t worry, that slap was because I wasn’t paying attention; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to touch me.”
My mom kicked my dad. “What are you waiting for? Do you need me to teach you how to handle this?”
My dad was famously a devoted husband. “Got it, got it. The Jiang Group will soon announce its bankruptcy.”
My mom was heartbroken; she knew I didn’t want to draw too much attention, so she secretly sent my elder brother to school.
My elder brother’s influence was rivaled only by that of a celebrity.
All the way there, he was surrounded by fans.
He went to the instructor’s office and said, “Hello, this is a gift for my sister. Could you please help me pass it to her?”
The instructor had just graduated and was also a fan of my brother; she stood up excitedly. “Oh my gosh, it’s you!”
She was excited for a moment before nodding, "Okay, okay. Can I add you on WeChat? That way we can communicate more about anything that comes up later."
"Of course," I replied.
Suddenly, my elder brother received a phone call. He pointed inside, indicating there was a card, and then left.
The instructor poured a glass of water to calm the atmosphere.
When I returned, I noticed the card had accidentally gotten wet, and I could only vaguely see the character for Jiang.
"Who in our class is Jiang Che's sister? This is something he sent over; come and get it."
As soon as Jiang Che's name was mentioned, the whole class was stunned.
"Instructor, is it the Jiang Che I know?" someone asked.
"Yes," came the reply.
Jiang Qing's little follower poked her arm and said, "Jiang Qing, your last name is Jiang. You can't be Jiang Che's sister, can you?"
The follower's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and everyone turned to look at her.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm in the same class as the sister of a legend."
Seeing no one else stepping forward, Jiang Qing was pushed into a corner and finally admitted, "Yes, I am Jiang Che's sister."
I was left speechless.
"How can a person be so shameless?"
I stood up and said, "Wait."
Jiang Qing, seeing it was me, replied impatiently, "What? You’re not seriously going to claim you’re Jiang Che’s sister, are you? You’re an orphan; at least find a better excuse for your lies."
"Orphan?"
"Is Jiang Mu an orphan?"
The words of my classmates reached my ears. I had heard such things many times before and had built up an immunity to them.
"I am definitely Jiang Che’s sister."
Jiang Qing rolled her eyes. "That’s hilarious!"
I shook my phone. "Since you say you’re Jiang Che’s sister, how about you call him?"
Jiang Qing's expression faltered, and I laughed mockingly. "Since you’re too scared, let me make the call."
As soon as I dialed the number, it connected instantly. A magnetic voice came through the speaker. "Mu Mu, what’s wrong?"
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