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Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon

Chapter 211: Chase Her and Then Dump Her

Author: Summer in July
updatedAt: 2025-07-01

CHAPTER 211: CHAPTER 211: CHASE HER AND THEN DUMP HER

Plop.

Water kept sliding down Xia Xiyan’s petite face.

Her shirt was soaked.

Meanwhile, the girls outside the stall were laughing smugly.

Before she could figure out who splashed the water, the door slammed shut with a bang and was locked from the outside.

What the hell!

Xiyan hurried to the door, trying to pull it open, but it didn’t budge at all.

"Open the door for me!" Xiyan shouted angrily.

From outside came bursts of giggles.

"Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now? If you’ve got the guts, come out yourself."

"Ugly freak, you better show us some respect!"

"Let me warn you one more time—stop chasing after the two most popular guys in school!"

With their threats delivered, the girls left triumphantly.

Li Mengyao crossed her arms and glanced lazily in Xiyan’s direction. "Serves you right!"

Inside the stall.

Xiyan lowered her head, staring at her white shirt.

They had used a cup to splash water on her. It wasn’t much, but the front of her shirt was completely wet.

Even the outline of her undergarments was visible.

Her face was damp too, with water droplets pooling at her chin and dripping down one by one.

Ha ha ha ha, wonderful.

Xiyan was so angry she laughed instead.

Those girls—I’ll remember them!

They only want to see me humiliated, don’t they?

One day, I’ll make them the joke of the town!

Faintly, the sound of the school bell signaling the next class rang from outside.

The restroom was now completely empty.

What should I do? Who can I call for help?

An Ran isn’t around...

Then Ou Jue?

But at lunchtime, I proudly told Ou Jue to stay away from me...

Calling him now would be a little awkward, ORZ.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was gently pushed open.

Someone had come in!

The person strode forward, removed whatever had been propped against the door from the outside, and unlocked the stall.

"Are you okay?"

It was... Luo Mingchuan?!

"Why is it you?" Xiyan was stunned; she hadn’t expected him at all.

Mingchuan didn’t look at her. Instead, he turned his back to her and handed her a jacket. "I overheard some girls from our class talking, and found out you’d been trapped here. Anyway, put this on for now."

He couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Xia Xiyan’s ugly, disfigured face. Just one glance was enough to make him want to vomit.

But for the sake of building goodwill with Xiyan, he had no choice but to act generously.

After all... he needed to win Xia Xiyan over so he could ruthlessly take revenge on that rich brat Ou Jue!

Xiyan frowned slightly, looked down at her soaked white shirt, and reluctantly took the jacket. "Thanks."

Otherwise, in her current state, there was no way she could step outside.

Mingchuan took a deep breath, then turned toward her with an intense expression. "If you really want to thank me, how about going out on a date with me this weekend? Summer, I truly want to start over with you."

Xiyan shook her arms dismissively. "Stop right there—I’ll make it clear to you: there’s no chance between us. Thanks for the jacket, though. I’ll wash it and return it to you on Monday!"

With that, Xiyan darted off.

"Summer!" Mingchuan took two steps forward but failed to catch up with her.

"That ugly freak keeps rejecting me over and over again! Does she think I owe her something?" Mingchuan growled, glaring furiously at Xiyan’s retreating figure. "She’s nothing but a washed-up celebrity disfigured by a car accident—who does she think she is?!"

Just wait. He was determined to win Summer over, exact his revenge on Ou Jue, and then cruelly toss this hideous woman aside!

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There were still two more classes before school ended, but Xiyan decided to take an early leave since her shirt was wet.

Who would’ve guessed that as soon as she got home, Ou Jue’s call would come through?

Xiyan answered, "Hello?"

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