The Cold CEO Chases His White Moonlight - Chapter 13

The middle-aged woman’s voice felt more familiar than her face.

Taking advantage of Li Yansong’s dazed moment, Ji Zhiwei swiftly pinned him against the wall.

“Principal?” Ji Zhiwei squinted for a long while before finally connecting the middle-aged woman before her to the school leader she had seen on the podium during the entrance ceremony.

The principal nodded at her.

“I heard that Student Li has been using his family’s influence to bully other students and even took pride in leaving no evidence. There may be no surveillance here today, but I saw it with my own eyes. Come with me to the office.”

Li Yansong broke out in a cold sweat.

How had he been caught? Today was supposed to be… the day he came to reconcile with Ji Zhiwei!

“You can’t do this! I didn’t lay a hand on her! We were just yes, just acting, fooling around!”

“Yeah! We all saw it, Brother Li was just joking around with this sister here.” One of the thugs, who didn’t recognize the principal of the film academy, chimed in.

“I’m just asking you to come with me. Feeling guilty?” The principal shot Li Yansong a glance.

“Even Student Ji will have to come to my office later.”

“I really didn’t do anything! My uncle is Yan Junxi!”

Ji Zhiwei’s expression finally shifted.

Did this guy not know the principal’s surname was Fu? The Fu family was one of the four longstanding elite families, wielding considerable influence in the education sector, steadfast to the core. Even if the Lu family were to fall someday, the Fu family would remain untouchable.

Principal Fu seemed to find it amusing. “In my school, even if your father were Yan Zonglin, it wouldn’t help.” She was referring to the former head of the Yan family.

At the mention of that name, the faces of Li Yansong’s troublemaking buddies turned grim.

They finally realized they might have kicked an iron plate this time.

Li Yansong completely lost his composure and reached out to grab Ji Zhiwei.

“Don’t expel me! Please, I have nowhere else to go. Ji Zhiwei, help me, just do this one good deed for karma’s sake! Please, I liked you, I gave you so many things!”

Ji Zhiwei took a step back, not letting him so much as touch her sleeve.

“If you hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have remembered, you gave me a box of expired chocolates.”

Even the principal’s assistant couldn’t help rolling her eyes.

If she recalled correctly, wasn’t Student Ji the school belle elected by the students?

Pursuing the school belle with expired chocolates? People would laugh their heads off if word got out.

“Wait a moment, Principal Fu. I have a few videos, how should I send them to you?”

Ji Zhiwei wasn’t unprepared. She had simply been waiting for the right moment like today to gather more concrete evidence before releasing everything.

Principal Fu raised an eyebrow. Who would’ve thought Gu Yunhui’s little sister, who seemed like a soft pushover, was actually quite sharp?

“Add me on WeChat.” She handed over her QR code.

“Fu? Your surname is Fu?!” Li Yansong finally understood why she wasn’t afraid of the Yan family.

Ignoring him, Principal Fu opened the videos Ji Zhiwei had just sent.

The first video featured several girls.

Tearfully, they recounted how Li Yansong had subjected them to long-term control during their “relationships.”

The girl in the center was unmistakably the junior who had briefly replaced Ji Zhiwei as the lead in the short film.

The second video starred the thugs who had first cornered Ji Zhiwei.

They wrote their self-criticisms in the security office while cursing Li Yansong, looking rather ridiculous in the process.

Attached were photos of several “pledge letters” with names the principal didn’t recognize likely those troublemakers.

The third video featured both male and female victims, all targets of Li Yansong’s bullying during his years at university.

Principal Fu’s gaze toward Ji Weimian grew increasingly affectionate.

She couldn’t understand what Gu Yunhui was worried about. Her little sister was sharp this matter didn’t require Gu Yunhui’s intervention; Ji Weimian could handle it herself.

“Alright, the evidence is indisputable. You’re coming with me. As for the rest of you, I’ll report this to your respective schools,” Principal Fu said, glaring at the students who clearly weren’t from her institution before shooting Li Yansong a sharp look.

There was no way to assess character during admissions, and now this scum had slipped through.

But the fact that she’d only discovered his true nature in his senior year was a failure on her part.

Bullying didn’t decrease with age, it just became more covert, harder to detect.

Like the so-called “relationships” those girls had endured, leaving them physically and emotionally scarred. Wasn’t that a form of bullying too?

Li Yansong was dragged away, still howling about how Ji Weimian, a “gold-digging disgrace” should also be punished, until someone stuffed a rag into his mouth, finally silencing him.

Ji Weimian listened to his words expressionlessly.

She didn’t refute him. Others might assume she couldn’t be bothered with a rabid dog, but only Ji Weimian knew the truth: she agreed with him.

She was that kind of person not outright evil, but far from good.

Before, she’d just wanted to survive, to scrape by. Now, she was greedy, she wanted Gu Yunhui too.

“Miss Ji, have a seat. No need to be so tense.” After dealing with Li Yansong’s punishment, Principal Fu sought out Ji Weimian as expected.

“About those videos, what are your thoughts? Should I help release them?”

Ji Weimian shook her head.

“Not the ones with the victims. When I asked them to record those, I promised it was only for evidence. I’d never let those videos become tools to hurt them again.”

If she ever shared them, it would only be the edited audio.

“Good. You’re a good kid. I watched your audition tape you’re truly impressive. With time, you’ll reach the heights of those veteran actors.”

Principal Fu’s question had been a test, and Ji Weimian hadn’t disappointed her.

It was baffling how the notoriously cold-blooded Gu family had raised such a “normal” child.

Nothing like Gu Yunhui’s sister at all.

With Gu Yunhui’s temperament, any sibling she raised would’ve likely pulled strings to eliminate the problem outright not lain low for so long, gathering evidence with such patience, and still caring about the victims’ feelings enough to withhold the videos.

“You flatter me,” Ji Weimian replied modestly, lowering her head.

Principal Fu laughed heartily.

“My judgment is rarely wrong. The last person I said this to was Lu Peijiu, now she’s breaking into international markets. The one before that? Well, she’s a family matriarch now.” The principal’s words carried a hint of implication.

Something told her Ji Weimian and Gu Yunhui’s relationship wasn’t so simple.

In the Gu family, if one generation had two direct heirs, the norm was a brutal, often bloody rivalry, one that rarely ended without casualties.

Moreover, Ji Zhiwei’s surname was Ji.

The surname Ji wasn’t particularly rare.

The Fu and Ji families weren’t close, so Principal Fu couldn’t determine whether Ji Zhiwei was a child of that particular Ji family.

Ji Zhiwei walked out of the principal’s office in a daze.

She had thought Principal Fu had acted on a whim or had heard some gossip at school before coming to deal with Li Yansong.

But, it sounded as if Gu Yunhui had sent her.

Ji Zhiwei swallowed hard, hardly daring to believe her own speculation.

Had Gu Yunhui guessed she was being bullied and called someone to help her?

And not just anyone she had summoned someone as influential as the principal.

Ji Zhiwei couldn’t calm down. She washed her face three times before barely regaining her composure.

Gu Yunhui was truly good to her.

She wanted to see Gu Yunhui.

Not to do that kind of thing just simply, she wanted to see her.

But Gu Yunhui hadn’t contacted Ji Zhiwei in the past two days.

Ji Zhiwei waited and waited, even keeping her phone on at all times when she was free, just to leave Gu Yunhui with the illusion of “typing in progress.”

Yet Gu Yunhui still hadn’t sent her the familiar messages.

Li Yansong’s disciplinary notice had already been issued unsurprisingly, it was expulsion.

As agreed with Ji Zhiwei, Principal Fu only released the confession video of the thugs Li Yansong had hired, using it as evidence of his bullying behavior, which could not be tolerated.

The school also organized several lectures on how to deal with bullying, though that was all a later matter.

At the moment, Ji Zhiwei failed to dodge in time and was caught by Jing Mingxuan.

“W-Weiwei! I really just want to apologize!” Jing Mingxuan grabbed Ji Zhiwei’s wrist, only to be shaken off the next second.

“I don’t need it.” Ji Zhiwei rubbed her wrist as if it hurt.

But she was just disgusted, she didn’t want to be touched by others.

“But, I really was in the wrong back in freshman year. Give me another chance! I swear I won’t do anything like that again!” Jing Mingxuan even bowed deeply.

Ji Zhiwei pressed her lips together. “I’ve forgotten what you did, but I don’t want to reconcile either. We’re not in the same department, and we won’t cross paths in the future. There’s no need for this.”

With that, Ji Zhiwei tried to leave. Jing Mingxuan nearly dropped to her knees.

“Weiwei, please, I’ve really realized my mistake. I have nowhere to stay. These past few days, I’ve been sleeping under bridges and in parks. Please, just let me return to the dorm.”

Ji Zhiwei paused.

“Why ask me about this? Shouldn’t you ask the dorm supervisor?” Still, she turned back, looking at Jing Mingxuan properly for the first time.

Only then did Ji Zhiwei notice how haggard Jing Mingxuan looked her dark circles were terrifying, and her clothes were worn to the point of shabbiness.

Where was the arrogant young lady from freshman year?

“The dorm supervisor said I can only return to my original dorm. Please, Weiwei. Let me stay. I really have nowhere else to go.” Jing Mingxuan bowed again.

The truth was, the incident from freshman year had been too notorious. Jing Mingxuan had asked around, but no dorm was willing to take her in.

And as for her feelings toward Ji Zhiwei.

“I can’t decide this.” Ji Zhiwei found it rather inconsequential.

As long as Jing Mingxuan didn’t talk to her or relapse into her jealous fits, Ji Zhiwei could ignore her and coexist peacefully under the same roof.

But Fang Xianqing and Cheng Lanxin probably wouldn’t agree.

“I know I’ve caused a lot of trouble for Xian Qing and Xin Xin too, so please, help me put in a good word for them as well!” Jing Mingxuan remained bowed over.

“You say it yourself. All these days without a place to stay, and you’ve only been chasing after me?”

Three years had settled her, and Jing Mingxuan no longer carried the same arrogance she once had.

For the first time, Ji Zhiwei thought, this person wasn’t so impressive after all.

The resources she had conceded to her, she’d just take it as a lesson learned.

Jing Mingxuan stiffened.

“Gardenia, quite the popular one, aren’t you?” Before Jing Mingxuan could speak, Ji Zhiwei heard a familiar voice.

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