Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life
Chapter 168 - 163: The Female Supporting Character of the Spiritual Spring Space
CHAPTER 168: CHAPTER 163: THE FEMALE SUPPORTING CHARACTER OF THE SPIRITUAL SPRING SPACE
"Thank you, Principal. We are aware and will assemble the money as soon as possible," Father Lian said, sounding utterly exhausted and agreeing wearily.
The principal felt uncomfortable looking at him like this but what could he do? When one fails to discipline their daughter, they must face the consequences. This time Ye Qiu was resourceful enough to escape, but have they ever considered what would have happened if she hadn’t?
For every cause, there is an effect; there is no sympathy to be had.
"Student Lian Lan, I must remind you of something. Given that you have a major demerit on record, according to our school’s regulations, you can no longer miss classes or fail subjects. Please be clear about this because otherwise, you really will have to be expelled," the principal warned.
"I understand, Principal," Lian Lan said, her entire body fraught with shame. But she really couldn’t afford to be expelled. If that happened, once she became famous, those unscrupulous reporters would tarnish her name viciously, and she would become the laughingstock of the entire country. She could not let herself fall into such a predicament.
At this moment, Lian Lan was unaware that all the films she had acted in had already cut out her roles. She had no background, no talent agency supporting her, and lacked both outstanding looks and exceptional talent. Relying solely on her foresight of over a decade, who would want her now, especially with a crime background?
"Why did you agree so quickly? Where are we going to get a hundred thousand yuan from?" Father Lian and Lian’s mother came out shoving each other after leaving the principal’s office, with Lian’s mother still taking her anger out on Father Lian.
"So, what do you propose we do? Do you really want to wait for them to take us to court instead of paying them back?" Father Lian was also getting angry, he snapped back, trying to contain his rage.
Accustomed to his submissive nature, Lian’s mother was almost startled by his outburst; she wasn’t scared but became even more infuriated: "You’ve got some nerve, Lian Dashan, to shout at me! How unlucky I must be to have followed you—a good-for-nothing who only knows how to yell at his wife. And your daughter is just like you. If things don’t work out, let’s just get a divorce," she said.
Here we go again!
Lian Lan closed her eyes in pain; these were her parents. The family already had enough disgraceful incidents, so at this point, she didn’t care about the onlookers pointing fingers at them.
"And you, walking around with your head down—take out all your jewelry and clothes and sell them! What kind of karma did I accrue in my last life to end up with you and your daughter?" Lian’s mother fumed.
"There’s no need to sell her clothes and shoes!" Father Lian whispered back softly.
"Oh? Do you have money then? You feel sorry for your daughter, but ask her if she feels sorry for you! This bag alone is worth at least twenty thousand, and this necklace even has diamonds. She bought all these things for herself; has she ever bought a single piece of clothes for you?" Lian’s mother grew incensed as she thought about it. Last time she asked her daughter for five thousand yuan, and she was reluctant to give it, yet she doesn’t hesitate when spending on herself.
After hearing this, Father Lian said no more and tacitly accepted Lian’s mother’s actions. Being a minor civil servant, his monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan; a hundred thousand yuan was no small sum for him.
"Click." The dormitory door got opened, and Ye Qiu, Liu Qingqing, and Cao Lu looked back at the two people who entered.
"Why are you standing at the door? Get inside and pack up your stuff," Lian’s mother pushed Lian Lan inside; she was still unaware that Ye Qiu was the creditor, otherwise, she surely wouldn’t ignore them.
Lian Lan knew her mother’s temperament well and didn’t want to bring it up at this moment. She silently began packing up all her valuable things under the strange gazes of the other three.
Lian’s mother didn’t stay long. After collecting the items, she left and before leaving, she said to Lian Lan, "I and your father don’t have any living expenses for you now, you’ll have to earn it yourself. If you want to be a star, then it’s okay if you don’t want to study."
After Lian’s mother left, Liu Qingqing sneered and looked at Lian Lan with a naked gaze, as if she had no place to stand.
"Are you satisfied now? Feeling proud of yourself, aren’t you?" Lian Lan glared at Ye Qiu with red eyes, trembling all over, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
She looked very pitiable, but remembering what she had done, Liu Qingqing and Cao Lu found no sympathy for her, only feeling that she brought it upon herself!
"Isn’t all this your own doing?" Ye Qiu coldly stared at her, "What have I done to make you want to harm me so?"
"Aren’t you just fine?" Lian Lan screamed in collapse, "I just hate your pretentious attitude; what’s so great about looking good? Why does everyone like you?!"
"Because Lin Jiayan liked me, and then he rejected you?" Ye Qiu shook her head in mockery, "You have ill-intentions, yet you blame me for being good-looking? Looks are given by one’s parents. I originally thought you were also pretty and charming, but now it seems you’re truly vile. No wonder Lin Jiayan doesn’t fancy you."
"Shut up! Ye Qiu, I will expose you in front of everyone, you’re nothing but a slut!" Lian Lan’s face contorted with rage, her veins bulging. Liu Qingqing and Cao Lu exchanged a glance and gasped in shock. Lian Lan’s behavior was far from normal. They looked worriedly at Ye Qiu, all of them being dormmates; who knew what crazy things she might do.
And they themselves didn’t dare to live with her anymore. Ye Zi was hated by her for no reason; who knew if one day she would also hold a grudge against them?
"Think what you want, just remember to pay back the money." Ye Qiu laughed lightly, dismissively saying, "Qingqing, Lu Lu, I’m going to apply to change dormitories with the counselor. Are you coming?"
"Yes."
"Together."
"Sluts, all of you!" Lian Lan slammed the door violently, everything on the table such as the water cups, books, and other items were swept onto the floor. After doing all this, she finally couldn’t bear it any longer and collapsed to the ground, crying inconsolably.
From that day on, the three of them, Ye Qiu, Liu Qingqing, and Cao Lu, moved out, and no one else was willing to move in. A four-person dormitory became the territory of Lian Lan alone. Because she occasionally went mad and screamed, even the residents of the next dorm would tread carefully when they passed by her door. When attending classes, no one would interact with her, as if she was isolated by the whole school.
After receiving the compensation from the Lian Family, Ye Qiu donated the money to a charity organization and hardly paid any more attention to Lian Lan afterward, focusing wholeheartedly on preparing for her international culinary competition.
Only occasionally, Liu Qingqing mentioned that Lian Lan was rejected again in an audition for some production. Approaching the end of the semester, Ye Qiu saw Lian Lan sitting at the back of the classroom and realized how much she had changed.
She was dressed in a long black cotton coat, her hair hanging greasy and unwashed by her cheeks for a long time. Other students covered their noses when they passed by her, as if she were a pile of trash.
Lian Lan ignored such looks and just stared gloomily at Ye Qiu.
"Be careful, she always looks at you like this," Liu Qingqing earnestly warned Ye Qiu. Lian Lan’s current state didn’t seem normal at all. They say that even the hygiene inspectors from the student union dare not enter her dormitory; nobody knows how long it has been since it was last cleaned, and the smell coming from there is particularly awful.
"I know." The way Lian Lan looks at her clearly shows a deep-seated hatred; Ye Qiu knew she had to be cautious.