National School Prince is a Girl - V1C16
1. Hacker Queen Becomes a High School Student
2. Old Fu Jiu No More
3. F*uck off!
4. Payback
5. Hypocrisy Is Intolerable
6. I Need Money!
7. Friend Request Rejected!
8. Deal!
9. Just Smiling...
10. Counter-Hacking
11. The Hug
12. Nice Body, Bro!
13. Found Him!
14. K.O.
15. Whatever
16. Guilt and Anger
17. Mother-and-Daughter duo
18. The Internet Cafe
19. Where is Spade Z?
20. Do You Have A Secret Crush On Me?
21. Karma
22. Sorry Not Sorry
23. The noose is tightening
24. Scumbags
25. Let’s Have a Gay Meeting!?
26. Are you a boy or a girl?
27. Xue Yaoyao’s Buns
28. Aiya!
29. Just a meeting
30. Surprise!
31. I’m Spade Z, Fu Jiu
32. Dumplings
33. Call me 'Lord Jiu'
34. Ten Lobsters for Lord Jiu
35. Men's Room or Women's Room?
Chapter 16: Guilt and Anger
"Young Master." Chen Xiaodong approached her, visibly worried.
Fu Jiu didn’t linger for long; she simply curled her lips into a smile and walked toward the classroom with a cold expression, carrying the notification of her dismissal. Students throughout the school leaned over the railing, watching as she picked up her textbooks and headed downstairs. Their reactions ranged from pity to mockery, with some taking pleasure in her misfortune.
The one enjoying it the most was Huo Siyu, who laughed out loud with her arms crossed. "Such quick retribution! Some people really do have a death wish. Look at him, with no school to go to—getting what he deserves!"
"I heard it's a technical college," chimed in someone from behind Huo Siyu, leading to a chorus of laughter. "Maybe that's where he belongs, among all the trashy students. Hahaha!"
At this, Fu Jiu stopped and suddenly leaned toward her. After a previous incident, Huo Siyu was wary of being attacked and stepped back, trembling. However, Fu Jiu had no intention of hitting her. Instead, she calmly said, "Do you really think nobody knows what you did?"
"Nonsense!" Huo Siyu retorted, her eyes filled with malice. She had bullied others for so long that she no longer felt any guilt.
Fu Jiu smiled slyly. "I guess I’ll have to post it online, uh?"
This was the last thing Fu Jiu said before leaving the school. Huo Siyu brushed it off. As a nouveau riche whom even his own father rejected, what could he possibly do?
Today, Chen Xiaodong was particularly quiet, as if he didn’t want to provoke Fu Jiu by saying anything further. Surprisingly, Fu Jiu appeared relaxed, scrolling through her phone. She had saved a couple of videos of Huo Siyu pushing her.
"Young Master." Before getting out of the car, Chen Xiaodong received a call. He turned to Fu Jiu and said, "Madam will rush home overnight after today’s incident. It seems she hasn’t eaten anything yet, so when you see her, try not to argue." Chen Xiaodong was concerned that saying more would make Fu Jiu resentful, so he added quietly, "Madam has been through a lot..."
"I know." Fu Jiu responded with a nonchalant expression. Chen Xiaodong thought he must have misheard. "Young Master, what did you just say?"
Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. "I said I know that Mum has been through a lot. What’s wrong with that?"
"Nothing is wrong," he replied, but he felt conflicted inside. Had he forgotten how she used to argue with Madam?
Fu Jiu was acutely aware of the tension between herself and Mrs. Fu. Drawing on memories from the original host, she reflected on their past interactions. At one time, she experienced significant distress regarding her situation, particularly frustrated by her need to present as a male. In her thoughts, she attributed all her dissatisfaction to her mother, convinced that her mother's obsession with money was the source of their problems. In contrast to her mother, her father spoiled her completely, which only intensified her bitterness. Mrs. Fu was commanding, frequently cautioning her to be cautious of Fu Xue'er, advice that Fu Jiu disregarded, referring to her as the most malicious person she knew. This view of her mother as strict and dominating contributed to a lasting awkwardness in their relationship.
From an early age, Fu Jiu frequently responded apathetically to her mother's remarks. Mrs. Fu had a rural upbringing, which hindered her social adaptability. As Fu Jiu progressed through her education, she became increasingly critical of her mother, criticizing her erratic temper, poor dining etiquette, and boisterous personality—qualities that left Fu Jiu feeling embarrassed in front of her peers. She often believed that if her mother had dressed and presented herself more like Fu Xue'er's mother, and if she had not been so overweight, perhaps her father would not have abandoned them.
Reflecting on her past, Fu Jiu massaged her forehead, acknowledging her previous arrogance and snobbery. When she returned home and entered the room, she noticed the middle-aged woman on her phone.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang? It’s me, Honghua, Fu Jiu's mother. Can you assist me with my son's situation? Yes, you’re correct, it’s entirely my fault—I didn’t raise him properly.” Fu Jiu overheard Director Zhang reprimanding her mother, addressing her as if she were a naive child. “You folks from the countryside don’t know how to rear kids. What do you expect me to do regarding such a serious matter?”
He Honghua despised being labeled as someone from the countryside. Fu Jiu recalled an instance when a salesperson had looked down on her in a similar way, prompting her mother to confront him. "What’s wrong with being from the countryside? Farmers work tirelessly and provide for their families! Did I pay you less? Have I treated you badly? Are you belittling farmers? Don't forget, three generations ago, your ancestors were farmers as well!"
In that moment, He Honghua radiated the poise of a heroine from a historical tale. Yet now, in her quest to secure her son's educational prospects, she found herself being submissive, apologizing repeatedly throughout the phone conversation, and agreeing to everything. All of this was done for Fu Jiu's benefit.
Fu Jiu stood quietly, grappling with a tumult of emotions that surged within her. Guilt coursed through her veins as she reflected on how her host had failed to treat her mother with the respect and kindness she deserved. It pained her to witness the lack of warmth in their relationship, a stark contrast to what she had hoped for. At the same time, a seething anger bubbled up inside her, ignited by the sight of those who wielded even a hint of authority using their power to belittle and bully others. It was infuriating to see how some individuals felt the need to assert their dominance in such a cruel manner, trampling on others' dignity because they could do so without consequences.
The combination of these feelings left her feeling unsettled.
Fu Jiu didn’t linger for long; she simply curled her lips into a smile and walked toward the classroom with a cold expression, carrying the notification of her dismissal. Students throughout the school leaned over the railing, watching as she picked up her textbooks and headed downstairs. Their reactions ranged from pity to mockery, with some taking pleasure in her misfortune.
The one enjoying it the most was Huo Siyu, who laughed out loud with her arms crossed. "Such quick retribution! Some people really do have a death wish. Look at him, with no school to go to—getting what he deserves!"
"I heard it's a technical college," chimed in someone from behind Huo Siyu, leading to a chorus of laughter. "Maybe that's where he belongs, among all the trashy students. Hahaha!"
At this, Fu Jiu stopped and suddenly leaned toward her. After a previous incident, Huo Siyu was wary of being attacked and stepped back, trembling. However, Fu Jiu had no intention of hitting her. Instead, she calmly said, "Do you really think nobody knows what you did?"
"Nonsense!" Huo Siyu retorted, her eyes filled with malice. She had bullied others for so long that she no longer felt any guilt.
Fu Jiu smiled slyly. "I guess I’ll have to post it online, uh?"
This was the last thing Fu Jiu said before leaving the school. Huo Siyu brushed it off. As a nouveau riche whom even his own father rejected, what could he possibly do?
Today, Chen Xiaodong was particularly quiet, as if he didn’t want to provoke Fu Jiu by saying anything further. Surprisingly, Fu Jiu appeared relaxed, scrolling through her phone. She had saved a couple of videos of Huo Siyu pushing her.
"Young Master." Before getting out of the car, Chen Xiaodong received a call. He turned to Fu Jiu and said, "Madam will rush home overnight after today’s incident. It seems she hasn’t eaten anything yet, so when you see her, try not to argue." Chen Xiaodong was concerned that saying more would make Fu Jiu resentful, so he added quietly, "Madam has been through a lot..."
"I know." Fu Jiu responded with a nonchalant expression. Chen Xiaodong thought he must have misheard. "Young Master, what did you just say?"
Fu Jiu raised an eyebrow. "I said I know that Mum has been through a lot. What’s wrong with that?"
"Nothing is wrong," he replied, but he felt conflicted inside. Had he forgotten how she used to argue with Madam?
Fu Jiu was acutely aware of the tension between herself and Mrs. Fu. Drawing on memories from the original host, she reflected on their past interactions. At one time, she experienced significant distress regarding her situation, particularly frustrated by her need to present as a male. In her thoughts, she attributed all her dissatisfaction to her mother, convinced that her mother's obsession with money was the source of their problems. In contrast to her mother, her father spoiled her completely, which only intensified her bitterness. Mrs. Fu was commanding, frequently cautioning her to be cautious of Fu Xue'er, advice that Fu Jiu disregarded, referring to her as the most malicious person she knew. This view of her mother as strict and dominating contributed to a lasting awkwardness in their relationship.
From an early age, Fu Jiu frequently responded apathetically to her mother's remarks. Mrs. Fu had a rural upbringing, which hindered her social adaptability. As Fu Jiu progressed through her education, she became increasingly critical of her mother, criticizing her erratic temper, poor dining etiquette, and boisterous personality—qualities that left Fu Jiu feeling embarrassed in front of her peers. She often believed that if her mother had dressed and presented herself more like Fu Xue'er's mother, and if she had not been so overweight, perhaps her father would not have abandoned them.
Reflecting on her past, Fu Jiu massaged her forehead, acknowledging her previous arrogance and snobbery. When she returned home and entered the room, she noticed the middle-aged woman on her phone.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang? It’s me, Honghua, Fu Jiu's mother. Can you assist me with my son's situation? Yes, you’re correct, it’s entirely my fault—I didn’t raise him properly.” Fu Jiu overheard Director Zhang reprimanding her mother, addressing her as if she were a naive child. “You folks from the countryside don’t know how to rear kids. What do you expect me to do regarding such a serious matter?”
He Honghua despised being labeled as someone from the countryside. Fu Jiu recalled an instance when a salesperson had looked down on her in a similar way, prompting her mother to confront him. "What’s wrong with being from the countryside? Farmers work tirelessly and provide for their families! Did I pay you less? Have I treated you badly? Are you belittling farmers? Don't forget, three generations ago, your ancestors were farmers as well!"
In that moment, He Honghua radiated the poise of a heroine from a historical tale. Yet now, in her quest to secure her son's educational prospects, she found herself being submissive, apologizing repeatedly throughout the phone conversation, and agreeing to everything. All of this was done for Fu Jiu's benefit.
Fu Jiu stood quietly, grappling with a tumult of emotions that surged within her. Guilt coursed through her veins as she reflected on how her host had failed to treat her mother with the respect and kindness she deserved. It pained her to witness the lack of warmth in their relationship, a stark contrast to what she had hoped for. At the same time, a seething anger bubbled up inside her, ignited by the sight of those who wielded even a hint of authority using their power to belittle and bully others. It was infuriating to see how some individuals felt the need to assert their dominance in such a cruel manner, trampling on others' dignity because they could do so without consequences.
The combination of these feelings left her feeling unsettled.
