The Villainess’s Darling [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Zhao Mengting had been waiting for the perfect moment to catch Yun Can’er alone, and she wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip by.

As for that mental health screening did they really think she didn’t know Ning Xiao was behind it? Zhao Mengting already detested both of them. She knew she couldn’t take them on two-to-one, and since Ning Xiao was tall and athletic enough to run marathons, she wasn’t an easy target. That left Yun Can’er as the only viable outlet for her frustrations.

Watching Ning Xiao leave the classroom, Zhao Mengting cautiously followed her to the door. Once she was certain Ning Xiao wouldn’t be back for a while, her expression shifted. Her eyes welled with tears, and she approached Yun Can’er with a piteous, wobbling lip. “Can’er, my stomach hurts so much… I don’t think I can walk. Could you please help me to the toilet?”

Yun Can’er looked up to see Zhao Mengting looking deathly pale, clutching her abdomen with a slight stoop, beads of cold sweat dotting her brow.

“Alright.” Yun Can’er stood up and took Zhao Mengting by the arm, slowly guiding her out of the room.

A classmate noticed and offered to help, but Yun Can’er declined immediately. “It’s fine, I’ve got her. She’s just feeling unwell, and the toilets aren’t far. No need to trouble yourselves.”

Inner joy surged through Zhao Mengting. Yun Can’er is such a gullible fool.

It was clear she was nothing but a bookworm. Zhao Mengting had bullied three or four girls just like her before every single one of them had been a spineless coward. Once she’d properly terrified them, they never dared to tell a teacher.

Cowards deserve to be trampled on, Zhao Mengting thought with a sneer.

The two shuffled forward slowly. Halfway there, fearing Ning Xiao’s imminent return, Zhao Mengting suddenly found a burst of speed and hurried into the bathroom.

Once inside, Yun Can’er remarked with an unreadable tone, “You’re quite nimble on your feet. I nearly couldn’t keep up with you just then.”

Zhao Mengting scanned the room. Aside from the two of them, it was empty.

Perfect. You’re about to pay for that sarcasm.

Dropping the act entirely, Zhao Mengting flung Yun Can’er’s hand away and bolted the door. She turned around, her “cute” smile twisting into something dark and ominous. “Yun Can’er, you’ve got a lot of nerve.”

Yun Can’er showed no sign of panic; her tone was almost conversational. “Oh? Surely I’m not the one being shameless here? I was kind enough to help you, and this is how you speak to me?”

“I didn’t realize you were so sharp-tongued,” Zhao Mengting hissed. “I suppose you learned that from Ning Xiao. Hah, you’re just as much in need of a lesson as she is!”

Yun Can’er didn’t answer. She let her gaze travel slowly up and down Zhao Mengting’s frame before furrowing her brow in mock confusion. “Zhao Mengting, I’m not sure what kind of delusions you’re harbouring. but do you honestly think someone of your height is capable of ‘teaching me a lesson’?”

Yun Can’er was already petite, but Zhao Mengting was even shorter. Because her “baby face” matched her height so well, no one had ever dared to call her short to her face. She nearly ground her teeth to dust.

“You’re about to find out exactly what I’m capable of!”

Zhao Mengting lunged forward to grab Yun Can’er’s hair—her favourite opening move. Once she had a grip, her victims couldn’t resist, and she could torment them at her leisure. Usually, she had a pack of sycophants to cheer her on, and she was certain this time would be no different. Her move was swift, intended to catch the girl off guard. As long as she caught her hair…

“Ah!”

Zhao Mengting let out a cry of shock. Not only had she failed to catch a single strand of hair, but Yun Can’er had extended a foot and tripped her. She went down hard, face-first, her knees slamming into the tiles with a sickening thud. The pain was so intense that cold sweat instantly broke out on her neck.

Yun Can’er took a startled step back. “Goodness, Zhao Mengting, how were you so careless? You’ve really banged your knees. Shall I take you to the medical room?”

Zhao Mengting, pinned by the pain, shrieked hysterically, “Shut up, you ugly brat! Just shut up!”

Yun Can’er lowered her lashes, her voice sounding genuinely hurt. “Even if you dislike me, there’s no need for name-calling. I tried to help you, yet instead of being grateful, you tried to attack me. I had no idea you were this sort of person.”

“Stop the act! You”

Before she could finish, a toilet in one of the cubicles flushed. The door was flung open, and a fuming He Yue stepped out.

“Zhao Mengting! That is quite enough!”

Zhao Mengting was beyond caring why the teacher was there. Pinned to the floor, she craned her neck and pointed a shaking finger at Yun Can’er. “Enough?! This is all this wretched girl’s fault!”

Yun Can’er scurried behind He Yue as if seeking protection. He Yue stared at Zhao Mengting—her face was no longer cute, but twisted and hideous with rage. Does she actually have a mental illness? He Yue wondered. How did the screening miss this?

Suddenly, there was a heavy thud against the bathroom door. It didn’t budge. Then, after a short silence, the sound of a running start followed by a violent kick. CRACK. The door didn’t break, but the hinges were ripped clean from the wall.

Ning Xiao strode in, ignoring the stunned onlookers. “Can’er! Are you alright?!”

She stepped right over the fallen Zhao Mengting, bypassing He Yue entirely to seize Yun Can’er’s hands. “Did she hurt you? Let me see!”

Zhao Mengting: Are you joking? I’m the one on the floor.

Once she was certain Yun Can’er was unharmed, Ning Xiao turned her attention to the mess. “Ms. He, I was just at the Academic Affairs Office asking to see Zhao Mengting’s results. Mr. Fang said I’d have to go to the Headmaster. Seeing this, I have serious doubts about whether she’s fit to remain at Bo Ming. If you’re available, perhaps we could all go to the Headmaster’s office to discuss this?”

She shot a cold, clinical look at Zhao Mengting. “And we should probably call her parents.”

He Yue didn’t argue. She didn’t want a ticking time bomb in her class anyway. “You and Can’er head to the Headmaster’s office. I’ll contact her family and meet you there once I’ve taken her to the medical room.”

“NO!” Zhao Mengting slapped He Yue’s hand away as the teacher tried to help her up. “I’m staying right here! You want to call my parents? Go on then! Let them see how their daughter is being bullied at this school!”

She began to sob, her eyes brimming with tears that soaked her cheeks. It was a performance designed to melt any heart, but the room remained cold.

“You did this to yourself,” Yun Can’er said flatly. “You tripped. It had nothing to do with anyone else.”

Zhao Mengting’s tears stopped instantly. She stared at Yun Can’er, stunned by the blatant lie. “You ugly liar! You tripped me! I’ll have you expelled! I’ll sue your family into the ground!”

Yun Can’er flinched at the venom in her voice. “I didn’t trip you,” she whispered. “You tried to grab my hair and lost your balance. It was an accident.”

He Yue’s voice was ice. “Don’t bother trying to frame her, Zhao Mengting. I was in the cubicle. I heard everything.”

She pulled out her phone and dialled the Academic Office. “Mr. Fang? It’s He Yue. I need the contact details for Zhao Mengting’s parents immediately.”

She put the call on speaker. Fang Lei sounded confused. “Has something happened? You refused the contact info earlier.”

“Something has happened,” He Yue said shortly. “I need to speak with them now.”

A few seconds later, she had the number. She dialled. The call was answered by a deep, impatient male voice.

“Hello? Am I speaking with Zhao Mengting’s father?”

“What is it?” the man snapped.

He Yue recounted the incident without omission. “If you have the time, could you come to the school immediately?”

Realising the narrative was going against her, Zhao Mengting scrambled up and snatched the phone. “Dad! Don’t listen to her! I didn’t do anything! They tripped me! You have to come and help me, please!” she wailed.

The man was silent for a long moment. “Tingting,” he said finally, his voice cold. “This is the very last time.”

Zhao Mengting’s sobs cut off instantly. “Dad? You can’t leave me! I’m your only daughter! You can’t!”

The line went dead. Zhao Mengting stared at the phone, her expression vacant, muttering “You can’t leave me” over and over. She looked completely unhinged.

The school bell rang. It was time for Chinese class, but He Yue clearly wasn’t going. She turned to Yun Can’er. “Go to the class. Tell them to self-study the next classical text. I want it memorised by the end of the hour. The group leaders will check.”

Yun Can’er glanced at Ning Xiao, who gave her a reassuring nod. Only then did she leave for the classroom.

“We can’t just stay here,” Ning Xiao said. “Ms. He, the halls are clear now. Let’s take her to the Headmaster.”

He Yue looked at the shivering girl. “Shouldn’t we go to the medical room first?”

“Based on how she snatched that phone, her legs are perfectly fine.”

He Yue conceded. Looking at the now-unpredictable Zhao Mengting, she hesitated. “What if she lashes out again? Perhaps I should call security?”

“No need,” Ning Xiao said. She retrieved He Yue’s phone and handed it back, before pulling Zhao Mengting’s arms behind her back in a firm grip. “I’m strong enough. She won’t be getting away.”

With Ning Xiao leading the way, they headed for the Headmaster’s office.

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