When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 38

Volume Two: Those Years When I Was the School Bully

So-Called Care

Song Ci didn’t like her parents.

Her mother, Huang Weiwei, was a shameless gold digger¹ obsessed with wealth and status; her father, Song Minshu², was a stud³ who only knew how to chase pleasure, indulging in sensual delights.

The two married because Huang Weiwei got pregnant with her. After Huang Weiwei gave birth, neither cared for the child, dumping Song Ci on the nanny while they continued their separate amusements.

It wasn’t until Song Minshu’s company was on the verge of bankruptcy that Huang Weiwei immediately found an escape route, divorced Song Minshu, left the marriage with nothing⁴, dumped Song Ci on Song Minshu, and turned around to marry another rich businessman. She even bore him a son, becoming an enviable wealthy wife.

Meanwhile, Song Minshu’s building materials company didn’t go bankrupt; instead, it overcame the crisis, and business got better and better, while he himself was home less and less.

Growing up, the person Song Ci saw most often was probably the family nanny. She hadn’t seen Huang Weiwei since she was five, and she only saw Song Minshu himself a few times every month or two.

Compared to Huang Weiwei’s complete indifference, Song Minshu treated her relatively well; at the very least, he never skimped on her food, clothing, housing, or transportation.

Therefore, Song Ci was content with her current bland and lonely life.

At school, she was cold, aloof, and didn’t like to talk. She treated any friendly overtures with coldness. Gradually, everyone began to distance themselves from her.

This behavior is what people call school bullying.

But she didn’t care, continuing to do things her own way, meeting everything with silence.

Eating alone, going to school alone, studying alone, living alone.

She had long grown used to it, so she accepted being isolated and left by anyone.

But Zhao Wen Nuan was the exception; she couldn’t accept her leaving.

She had stayed alone in the pitch-black abyss for too long. When a ray of light accidentally fell upon her, she cherished it immensely, treating it like a treasure, like salvation.

But when this warmth, bright as the morning sun, suddenly vanished, returning the darkness, that light was no longer salvation to her, but the most fatal blow.

In the depths of darkness, wicked thoughts and desires grew unrestrained within her.

She thought, if one day that light descended again, she would definitely seal the abyss, burying this light together with herself.

Song Ci looked at Zhao Wen Nuan standing protectively in front of her, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly, her eyes filled with the certainty of winning.

How wonderful, this light has returned again.

Wen Nuan gripped Huang Weiwei’s wrist tightly, her fingers applying force, her gaze fierce. “Who the hell are you trying to hit?!”

When she saw Huang Weiwei about to slap the female lead, both she and the System got excited.

If that slap landed, the blackening value would definitely rise.

Wen Nuan leaped out, positioning herself directly in front of Song Ci, stopping Huang Weiwei’s suicidal⁵ behavior.

Huang Weiwei’s wrist throbbed where Wen Nuan was squeezing it. “Ah! Who the hell are you? Let go!”

“I’m your dad⁶.” Wen Nuan disgustedly flung Huang Weiwei’s hand away. “Talking to your dad with all this ‘hell this, hell that’? So disrespectful, no manners. Truly disgusting and shameful.”

Song Ci pressed her lips together, her expression softening.

Huang Weiwei’s face darkened. Hands on her hips, she raged, “You little b%tch! Where are your parents? How dare you insult an elder? So uneducated!”

Song Ci’s brow furrowed tightly as she retorted, “Who gave you the right to curse at her?”

Wen Nuan pulled Song Ci aside. “Go stand over there. You’re not needed to step up here.”

Better not let her increase my blackening value, the loss would outweigh the gain.

“Okay.” Song Ci obediently stood to the side.

Wen Nuan found it surprising. Seeing her suddenly so docile, compared to her aggressiveness just moments ago, was actually a bit of an unexpectedly cute contrast⁷.

“You want to know who my parents are?” Wen Nuan scoffed. “Take a look at yourself, what kind of trash are you? Are you even worthy?”

Huang Weiwei roared, “You just wait! See if I don’t sort you out!” Seeing Wen Nuan was still wearing the uniform of Third High, she added, “I’ll call your principal! Students like you should be expelled! You don’t deserve to be at Third High!”

“Ooh, scary! You even know the Third High principal’s number? Bet you only found it out trying to pull strings to get that useless son of yours in, right?”

Huang Weiwei’s expression changed. She snapped, “Nonsense! Principal Lin⁸ and I are good friends! Expelling you is just a matter of a single sentence! You just wait!”

She dialed a number, glaring viciously at Wen Nuan and Song Ci.

Wen Nuan sat down in a chair, casually crossing her legs, pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, and started smoking with extreme smugness right in front of Huang Weiwei.

“Hello? Who is this?” The voice on the other end was indeed Principal Lin’s.

Wen Nuan laughed. “Oh my, ‘good friends,’ huh? Calling your good friend and starting with ‘Who is this?'”

Huang Weiwei’s expression froze. The call was already connected; she could only continue.

“Principal Lin, it’s Huang Weiwei. We just met and chatted earlier.”

The person on the other end seemed to be thinking, silent for a moment before speaking. “Ah, Miss Huang. Is something the matter?”

Huang Weiwei: “…..”

“Pfft—” Wen Nuan burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “Oh my god, that’s too awkward! So awkward it’s giving me goosebumps⁹, haha….”

Huang Weiwei’s face turned a sickly yellow¹⁰.

“Hm? Is that Wen Nuan?” Principal Lin recognized the voice.

Wen Nuan wiped tears from the corner of her eye. “Uncle Lin, it’s me.”

Hearing Wen Nuan call Principal Lin ‘Uncle Lin’, Huang Weiwei’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Wen Nuan.

“What are you…?” Principal Lin sounded puzzled. “Are you with Miss Huang?”

“Yep, yep. This Miss Huang you mentioned said I have no manners, am disrespectful, and wanted to call you. Wants you to expel me and Song Ci,” Wen Nuan said in a pitiful, wronged tone.

Just as Huang Weiwei was about to explain, she heard Principal Lin say, “Don’t worry, no outsider gets to bully my Third High students. Miss Huang, I don’t think we need to contact each other anymore. I’ll block your number. Wen Nuan, Uncle Lin will call you back later, I have to go to a meeting.”

Huang Weiwei’s heart instantly turned to ashes.

Wen Nuan replied, “Okay, Uncle Lin, bye-bye! Remember to block her!”

“Mm.” The call was abruptly disconnected.

“Tsk tsk, how utterly embarrassing. Trying to act tough in front of yours truly¹¹? Didn’t even bother to find out who I am?” Wen Nuan bounced her leg, her attitude extremely arrogant and insolent. “Don’t even think about your useless son getting into Third High. Even if Song Ci helps tutor that useless son of yours, and he barely scrapes by on the Third High entrance score, yours truly won’t let your son enter Third High. I’m putting it out there, mark my words.”

Huang Weiwei took a deep breath, glaring at Wen Nuan. “Who exactly are you?”

Could she be Principal Lin’s daughter? But I heard Principal Lin’s child is a boy?

Wen Nuan smiled serenely. “I’m your dad, duh. I told you right at the beginning. How come¹² you have such a bad memory, kid?”

Huang Weiwei cursed, “……You b%tch! You must be Principal Lin’s illegitimate child, otherwise Principal Lin wouldn’t have rejected me! You little bastard, you little….”

Just as Wen Nuan was about to retaliate, she saw Song Ci step forward, raise her hand, and slap Huang Weiwei across the face.

The force was so great it knocked Huang Weiwei down.

“Who the hell let you curse at her?!” Song Ci raised her hand for another slap, grabbing Huang Weiwei’s collar tightly. “What right do you have to curse at her? Are you worthy?”

Wen Nuan: “…..”

Why exactly was the female lead getting bullied at school?

System: 【…..】

Yeah, why was the female lead getting bullied?

She looks pretty fierce?!

Initially stunned by Song Ci’s two slaps, Huang Weiwei suddenly snapped back to reality and immediately started tearing at Song Ci’s clothes, trying to scratch her.

“You little b%tch! I should have strangled you when you were born….”

The two started brawling. Other customers, hearing the commotion, rushed over. Seeing the situation escalating, Wen Nuan quickly reached out, scooped Song Ci up, and pushed away the lunging Huang Weiwei.

Wen Nuan warned, “If you dare touch her again, I’ll make you regret it!”

Perhaps Wen Nuan’s gaze was too fierce; Huang Weiwei froze in place, terrified.

Wen Nuan glanced at the customers crowding in through the coffee shop’s front door, then led the disheveled Song Ci out through the back door.

The alley behind the coffee shop happened to lead to Gu Yang Road. Following Gu Yang Road for about twenty minutes would take them to the Taizhou Fu Residential Area.

Wen Nuan pulled Song Ci out of the dim alley, which had no streetlights.

Once they reached Gu Yang Road, under the streetlights, Wen Nuan finally got a clear look at Song Ci’s messy state.

Her hair looked like a pile of weeds from being pulled, several buttons on her clothes had been ripped off by Huang Weiwei, revealing the lace edge of her bra.

There were also several fingernail marks on her face and neck, but thankfully no open wounds.

Wen Nuan took off her school uniform jacket and handed it to Song Ci. “Put this on. Your buttons are gone, your shirt’s popped open.”

Song Ci took the jacket and obediently put it on. Just as she was about to zip it up—

“Wait a second,” Wen Nuan stopped her.

Song Ci looked up, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”

Wen Nuan stepped closer. Song Ci, not understanding, backed away until she hit a wall with no further retreat.

She watched Wen Nuan brace one hand against the wall¹³ and reach out to hook the pendant hanging around her own neck.

Wen Nuan looked at the characters carved on the jade stone; no wonder it looked familiar. “If I’m not mistaken, this is mine, right?”

Song Ci pressed her lips together. “You threw it away.”

“Oh, I threw it away, you picked it up, and so it became yours?” Wen Nuan straightened up. “It still has my name carved on it. Why didn’t you just buy a new one?”

It’s not like she’s short on money.

Song Ci didn’t speak, just quietly looked at Wen Nuan, turning the jade pendant in her hand so the characters “溫暖” (Wen Nuan) faced Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan instantly understood the female lead’s meaning.

She looked up at the sky—cloudless, dotted with countless stars—then glanced down Gu Yang Road. The street was clean and tidy, the tree leaves were green, a rather pleasant sight.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” Wen Nuan started walking forward.

Song Ci saw her playing dumb but didn’t call her out.

She walked beside Wen Nuan. “Why were you there?”

Wen Nuan said lightly, “Just passing by.”

“Why did you stand up for me?”

“Was bored¹⁴.”

“Why are you taking me home?”

“Bored.”

“Why…..”

Wen Nuan cut her off irritably, “Why so many whys? You didn’t used to talk this much?”

How come Song Ci has changed so much since she came back this time?

Song Ci lowered her gaze, her voice soft. “Last question. I won’t say any more after this.”

Wen Nuan replied listlessly, “Go ahead.”

“Why are you so good to me?” Song Ci’s eyes were clear as she gazed at Wen Nuan.

She repeated, word by word, “Why are you so good to me? Zhao Wen Nuan.”

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The author has something to say:

Wen Nuan sighed: Guess why?

Female lead’s eyes lit up: You want to sleep with me?

【Happy National Day, extra chapter update incoming】

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