The Big-Shot is Pampered after She Becomes the Villainness

Chapter 518: Framed

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“What kind of attitude is that?”

“That’s right! If you really didn’t take this money, why don’t you dare to go to the teacher’s office with the class monitor?”

“She must have taken it! If she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t want us to go too! This kind of person is crazy!”

Unbridled curses kept entering her ears.

Duan Jia broke down and pounced on the smug class monitor. Tears wet her face, and her twisted facial features made her look rather ferocious.

She saw the disgusted gazes of the surrounding students and the disdainful gazes of the boys she liked. A great grievance blurred her vision.

The students around her tried to pull her away. Her hands were grabbed tightly, leaving only a pair of red and angry eyes to declare her innocence weakly.

The class monitor felt embarrassed to be pressed to the ground by Duan Jia in front of so many students. Seeing that Duan Jia was restrained and could not move, she got up from the ground in anger and raised her hand to slap her.

Duan Jia’s face was red and swollen from her slap, but the person holding her hands still had no intention of letting go.

The class monitor raised her chin proudly and interrogated her sternly, “Did you take the money!”

“No!” Duan Jia refused to admit it.

She received another loud slap on the face in response.

The students’ eyes flickered with schadenfreude. No one felt pity for Duan Jia. They only felt that this was Duan Jia’s own fault.

As long as a person was found guilty by the people around her, even if the police could prove her innocence, they would think that she would do such a thing sooner or later. She was the one who did such a thing. It must be her own problem. 0then-vise, why would others suspect her and not others?

At this moment, Duan Jia was powerless to prove her innocence. She could only be humiliated by having her hands pressed down and letting them vent their dissatisfaction and anger on her.

After an unknown period of time, only an indistinct buzzing sound was left in Duan Jia’s ears. Her face was burning, and a line of blood seeped out of the corner of her numb mouth.

“What are you doing?”

When the bell rang, the teacher finally saw what was happening in the classroom. She hurriedly pushed the students away and walked to Duan Jia to help her up from the ground.

She looked at Duan Jia and then frowned at the students in her class. She frowned and reprimanded, “How can you bully the student of another class together? Which class are you from?”

In response, the entire class laughed mockingly and a tear fell from Duan Jia’s face.

She gathered her strength from somewhere and pushed the teacher away. Amidst the students’ wanton mockery, she ran out of the classroom aimlessly.

She ran for a long time and did not stop until she was exhausted.

It was class time, and this was an extremely remote corner of Cassel Academy. There was no one there.

Duan Jia liked such a place very much because only then could she have the courage to stop to lick the wound in her heart.

Tears of grievance, grief, and indignation slid down her swollen face. Every time her tears touched her cheek that had been hit, it would cause a sharp pain, but this was far inferior to the sadness in her heart.

She didn’t understand why the students and teachers around her wouldn’t accept her or even remember her even though she had tried her best.

Could it be that an ordinary appearance was bound to not obtain fair treatment and the recognition of others?

Duan Jia fell into unprecedented self-doubt. Her tears fell out of her eyes worthlessly, and the originally dazzling sunlight above her head was blocked by dark clouds. Even the heavens were stingy with giving her this insignificant warmth.

Just as Duan Jia was thinking in despair, a fragrant tissue suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of her. The fingers holding the tissue were slender and fair, and her nails were round and beautiful.

Duan Jia looked up in a daze. That person was facing the light with a gentle smile on her face, like an angel that had suddenly descended from the sky. She was so beautiful that she forgot to breathe.

“Wipe your tears. This is the last thing we women should have.” The angel’s voice was also pleasant, soothing, and gentle with the power to instantly soothe people.

Duan Jia hesitantly reached out to take the piece of tissue and wiped the tears off her face. Her embarrassment was suddenly discovered by a stranger. She sniffed awkwardly and smiled through her tears. “Don’t women love to cry the most? How did it become something that shouldn’t be?”

The angel shook her head and smiled. She slowly took her hand. “Come with me.”

Those hands were so warm and soft.

Duan Jia followed behind her in a daze. For a moment, she forgot the estrangement she should have toward strangers and followed her in a daze.

In the office, the angel pulled out a chair and sat her down at the dressing table. She gently removed the tightly tied headband from her hair and smiled as he let her long hair fall. “There will only be the two of us here. You don’t have to worry about being seen.”

“Why did you bring me here?” Duan Jia looked away in embarrassment when she saw her ugly self in the mirror..