Help! Please Take the Heroine Away [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

Xie Mingyao no longer dared to talk back, sincerely pleading, “I was wrong, Ye Qingyu.”

Before she could finish, another sharp slap cut off all her anger and incessant complaints.

Xie Mingyao stiffened, turning her head with difficulty to stare in disbelief at Ye Qingyu standing by the bed. Her beautiful face flushed with humiliation and indignation as she gasped, “You dare hit me?!”

Ye Qingyu lowered her gaze, observing the increasingly radiant and furious young mistress. Yet she knew all too well that no matter how stunning this young lady appeared, her nature was utterly detestable.

“Didn’t you say you wanted a hundred hand-squeezed lemonades? As long as you can endure a hundred strikes, I’ll make them for you.” Ye Qingyu’s tone was indifferent, but her hand didn’t pause raising it again, she delivered another harsh slap.

The pain brought tears to Xie Mingyao’s eyes. She knelt on the disheveled bed, squirming in an attempt to escape. But the bed was placed against the window and wall, with Ye Qingyu blocking the other side. There was nowhere to go. With her wrists bound behind her back, the tiny distance she managed to shift was negligible Ye Qingyu didn’t even need to lean forward before striking her again.

“S-Stop, stop hitting me!” Xie Mingyao trembled violently, her voice shaking. Her delicate, spoiled features were now pitifully pleading, though the arrogance ingrained in her bones kept her from begging more desperately.

Ye Qingyu remained expressionless, paying no heed. The sound of slaps echoed relentlessly in the cramped restroom, each strike landing in the same spot until Xie Mingyao could barely endure the pain.

She buried her face in the bed, biting down hard on her lower lip. Yet every strike forced a whimper from her. Ye Qingyu showed no mercy, each blow delivered with full force.

Finally, Xie Mingyao couldn’t take it anymore. Softly, she pleaded, “I won’t drink them. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have deliberately provoked you.”

A young mistress who knew when to yield was wise. After uttering her plea, she clenched her teeth, vowing inwardly that once she got away, she’d tie Ye Qingyu up and beat her senseless.

But her petty schemes couldn’t escape notice. Ye Qingyu paused, meeting Xie Mingyao’s tear-filled eyes, and said coolly, “Do you really understand your mistake?”

The spoiled young lady stubbornly refused to let her tears fall. Her manicured nails clawed at the bedsheet beneath her as she quavered, “I really understand now.”

Like hell I do! It was only because she’d underestimated Ye Qingyu that she’d been humiliated like this. Next time, she’d bring her lackeys there was no way Ye Qingyu could take on all of them alone.

Ye Qingyu glanced at Xie Mingyao’s reddened eyes. The usual arrogance in her delicate features had been replaced by a pitiful vulnerability, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. The sight was enough to stir sympathy in anyone.

But Ye Qingyu knew her true nature all too well and Xie Mingyao’s face was an open book. Even as she begged for mercy, her every intention was laid bare.

“Is that so? Because I don’t think Xie Mingyao has learned her lesson at all.” Ye Qingyu sneered, her voice unhurried. She raised her hand and struck again hard.

“Ouch!” Xie Mingyao cried out in pain, nearly jumping off the bed. She glared angrily at Ye Qingyu, only to be met with slap after slap.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes. Xie Mingyao finally understood Ye Qingyu had no intention of letting her off easily. Trembling, she began to curse through gritted teeth.

“You bastard shameless. I shouldn’t have helped you that day at the bar.”

“Ahh! it hurts. I’m the eldest daughter of the Xie family. How dare you, treat me like this. The Xies won’t let you off.”

“Is this how you repay your savior. Ugh?!”

But by the end, the pain became unbearable. Xie Mingyao writhed on the bed, panicking as she tried to escape, but it was futile. She felt like a fish on a chopping board, helpless and at the mercy of the blade.

Her defiant words quickly turned into sincere pleas. “I was wrong, Ye Qingyu, I was really wrong. Let me go, and I won’t bother you again. You owed me a favor before consider it repaid now.”

Ye Qingyu paused, lowering her gaze to look indifferently at the girl on the bed.

Xie Mingyao’s slender frame trembled pitifully, her beautiful, prideful eyes brimming with misty tears. Her slightly parted, crimson lips gasped for breath pitiful yet stunning.

Ye Qingyu bent down, her pale fingers brushing against the hem of Xie Mingyao’s skirt. Then, Xie Mingyao felt a sudden draft. When she looked down, she nearly fainted from shock.

“What are you doing?!” Her almond-shaped eyes widened in terror as she struggled and kicked, scrambling toward the corner of the bed.

This person had actually pushed her skirt up!

Seeing Xie Mingyao’s terrified expression, Ye Qingyu inexplicably felt the urge to laugh, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

For a moment, Xie Mingyao was mesmerized by that fleeting smile until she realized her stinging backside was now exposed to the cool air.

Xie Mingyao immediately craned her neck. “What are you doing?!”

“Applying medicine for you,” Ye Qingyu replied flatly, her gaze fixed on the overlapping handprints.

Xie Mingyao wanted to scoff was this some kind of “hit first, sweeten later” tactic? But remembering Ye Qingyu’s earlier ruthlessness, she didn’t dare say another word.

Her body stiffened as she endured the ointment being applied.

Once finished, Ye Qingyu wiped her hands and untied the ropes around Xie Mingyao’s wrists. Noticing the red marks left behind, she hesitated briefly but remained silent.

Xie Mingyao hastily got off the bed, wincing as the movement aggravated her injuries. She bit her lip hard, refusing to let out a sound, it was too humiliating.

Once on her feet, she shot Ye Qingyu a fierce glare but didn’t dare provoke her further. Limping forward, she stopped half a step away, then suddenly stomped hard on Ye Qingyu’s foot when she wasn’t looking.

Afraid of being dragged back for another beating, Xie Mingyao ignored the pain in her backside and bolted out of the lounge as fast as she could.

Standing alone, Ye Qingyu glanced down at the footprint on her shoe, then at the fleeing figure of the girl. With a resigned sigh, she shook her head.

Several employees at the milk tea shop were busy making drinks when they heard the door open. Instinctively glancing toward the break room entrance, they saw the beautiful girl who had been carried in over Ye Qingyu’s shoulder now limping out, clearly uncomfortable.

Her pretty eyes were red and glistening with moisture, looking pitiful yet somehow carrying an indescribable aura.

Not long after the girl left, Ye Qingyu came downstairs dressed in simple light blue jeans and a white T-shirt. Despite the ordinary outfit, her striking looks, tall frame, long legs like a living clothes hanger combined with her cool, aloof demeanor made it impossible to look away.

A male employee who admired Ye Qingyu approached, concerned. “Did you hit her? She looks like she comes from a well-off family. What if—”

“She won’t,” Ye Qingyu replied dismissively.

The employee was taken aback, but Ye Qingyu said nothing more, walking behind the counter to resume work.

After leaving the milk tea shop, Xie Mingyao spotted her private car parked by the roadside and got in.

The driver noticed her awkward gait and asked worriedly, “Miss, are you alright? Did someone bully you?”

Xie Mingyao’s face flushed crimson.

Being struck in that place, how could the proud young lady possibly explain? That was probably exactly why Ye Qingyu had dared to hit her there.

“I’m fine,” Xie Mingyao gritted out through clenched teeth.

Seeing her reluctance to elaborate, the driver didn’t press further and drove off.

In the backseat, Xie Mingyao shifted uncomfortably, her face contorting in pain. She tried adjusting her posture subtly, but nothing helped, forcing her to keep shifting positions.

By the time they arrived home, she immediately retreated to her bedroom, lying face down even eating her meals in that position.

Her phone buzzed incessantly with messages from Wang Yuzhen in their group chat, tagging her repeatedly:

@Mingyao-jie, so? Did you teach her a lesson? Is she scared now? She won’t dare cling to Brother Zhou anymore, right?

Xie Mingyao’s lips twisted wryly. There was no way she could admit she’d gone to discipline someone only to end up disciplined herself.

Seven or eight days passed before her injury healed enough for her to move normally. Xie Mingyao had ghosted Wang Yuzhen the entire time, only claiming she was unwell and needed a few days off.

On her first day back at school, Xie Mingyao headed straight to the principal’s office.

“I want to transfer to Ye Qingyu’s class,” she declared matter-of-factly, sitting across the desk.

The principal didn’t recognize the name, but with this young lady’s status, he couldn’t refuse. He immediately summoned the academic director.

When the director arrived and saw Xie Mingyao, his head began to throb.

The recent friction between Xie Mingyao and Ye Qingyu had caused quite a stir or rather, it would’ve been a minor issue if not for Xie Mingyao’s background, which made the director hyper-aware of the situation.

Ye Qingyu was a promising student he valued highly. The thought of her being ruined by Xie Mingyao’s antics pained him.

Masking his unease, the director asked respectfully, “You called for me, Principal?”

The principal smiled. “Miss Xie wishes to transfer to Ye. Ye-something’s class. Please arrange it.”

The academic director’s smile froze on his face. A hundred reluctances churned in his heart, but fearing to offend Xie Mingyao, he could only nod with palpable resentment.

Once out of the office, the academic director promptly escorted Xie Mingyao to the homeroom teacher’s office of Ye Qingyu’s class before hurriedly sending Zhou Yanfeng a message about the news.

In Class 1-2 of the second year of high school, 90% of the students had earned their place through academic merit. As a result, even during breaks, these high-achieving students remained buried in their books.

After all, the scholarships at this school were exceptionally generous, and that was precisely why they were here.

Thus, the classroom was hushed in silence.

The homeroom teacher stood at the podium, tapping the desk lightly with a smile. “Good morning, everyone. Starting today, we have a transfer student joining our class. I hope we can all get along well.”

All eyes turned to Xie Mingyao, who stood beside the teacher on the podium.

She wore a backpack slung loosely over just her right shoulder, and her uniform had clearly been altered to accentuate her graceful figure.

Her delicate features were striking radiant yet exuding an air of innocence, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

The warm, golden sunlight softly outlined her silhouette, as if she were a dazzling celebrity straight out of a TV drama.

Except, this was an actual young mistress with a notoriously bad temper.

Instinctively, the entire class glanced toward Ye Qingyu, seated in the very last row. After all, everyone knew about the feud between the two. If Xie Mingyao had transferred here, it could only be because of Ye Qingyu. Many eyes filled with sympathy.

Since the next class was about to start and the teacher was already waiting at the door with books in hand and since everyone already knew Xie Mingyao, the homeroom teacher skipped the self-introduction. Instead, she asked, “Where would you like to sit?”

Xie Mingyao’s gaze swept across the classroom. Every student she looked at held their breath, silently praying the young mistress wouldn’t choose to sit beside them.

Finally, her eyes landed on Ye Qingyu.

The girl sat with impeccable posture, her fair, makeup-free face cool and composed. Her dark eyes remained unreadable, as if Xie Mingyao’s presence had stirred nothing in her.

The corner of Xie Mingyao’s lips curled up. Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, she walked through the aisles and stopped beside Ye Qingyu’s seat in the last row of the second group.

“Classmate,” she said, “let’s get along.”

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