Chapter 4: Isn't She Just a Green Tea Bitch?

Bastard.

But Yan Yan still took out her phone; if there was money to be made, she wasn't going to pass it up.

As for Wen Ling, she frowned upon seeing the bodyguard return.

"How was it?"

The bodyguard lowered his head, not daring to look at her, and spoke truthfully: "I was forcibly taken away by the bodyguards of the Zhou family's fifth young master, and they just released me."

"..."

Two days later, Wen Ling sat before a mirror, letting the hairstylist behind her arrange her long hair.

The hairstylist, Aaron, was someone she had specifically brought back from the M Country; he lived next door along with the butler and nannies to provide Wen Ling with daily styling and outfit coordination.

Aaron lifted a strand of Wen Ling's hair and wrapped it around a curling iron. As he lowered his gaze, he saw a particularly obvious red mark on the side of his young lady's slender neck due to her exceptionally pale skin.

"Miss, this on your neck..." Aaron hesitated.

Wen Ling raised her eyes to look at him through the mirror, her beautiful brows knitting slightly as she asked inquisitively, "What is it?"

Aaron pointed to the location of the red mark. Wen Ling leaned closer to the mirror to take a look; it was indeed a quite conspicuous red print. Anyone who didn't know better would think she had been up to something "naughty" last night.

Wen Ling touched the red mark with her finger; it felt a bit itchy. She stated firmly, "It was probably a bite from something. It's fine, just let my hair fall loose."

Aaron agreed. Wen Ling looked down at her phone, suddenly remembering something. A mischievous smile curled her lips, and she looked up at Aaron, saying, "Don't cover it. Help me pin my hair up."

Aaron looked at her in surprise through the mirror. Wen Ling gave him a playful wink and said, "Listen to me, pin it up."

Since it was his lady's command, Aaron felt it was inappropriate to object, so he could only style a beautiful low updo for Wen Ling. A few strands of hair fell over her collarbone, creating a sense of messy, gentle beauty.

Wen Ling examined herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Aaron picked up a cream-white satin mermaid dress from the side and asked, "Miss, this dress suits today's hairstyle."

Wen Ling trusted Aaron's taste. She took it and went to the walk-in closet to change.

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the closet, Wen Ling's finger lightly traced her neck. The mermaid dress had a shallow V-neck, which just happened to reveal that provocative red mark.

Wen Ling smiled softly, picked up her clutch, and headed out.

The anniversary celebration of Hua University was being held on an exceptionally grand scale. Not only were alumni from all levels present, but even popular celebrities had come to perform.

At this moment, luxury cars were gathered outside the school gates. However, as the car Wen Ling was sitting in gradually approached and drove directly into the campus, all eyes turned toward it with curiosity.

Such cars were rare, and an even rarer beauty stepping out of one in front of the auditorium was unheard of.

Wen Ling glanced around and returned a polite smile to the curious onlookers watching her.

She walked slowly into the auditorium. At this time, people were gathered in small groups. During her two years as an exchange student, Wen Ling hadn't actually become close with her classmates; having not seen them for several years, everyone had changed so much that she didn't even know who was who.

Just then, three girls huddled together, their voices dripping with sarcasm, loud enough to be heard from a distance as if they were intentionally speaking for her to hear.

"Isn't that the eldest Miss Wen Ling? Is she back from the M Country? The school actually invited her?"

"Back then, she relied on her good family background and her boyfriend to commit campus violence, leading people to bully Ruan Miaomiao. So many people in school saw it, which is why she slunk back to the M Country with her tail between her legs. Now she actually has the nerve to come back."

"Shh, keep it down. She's a member of the Wen family; she's not someone we can afford to provoke."

"What's there to fear? The Wen family is indeed a prominent family in the M Country, but in our capital, wealthy families are everywhere. I'm not afraid of her. Besides, the Wen family didn't choose her as the heir, but an adopted one instead. Doesn't that clearly show she's unfavored in the Wen family?"

Wen Ling smiled gently as she took a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray. Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the smooth floor. She walked slowly until she reached behind the three women, then spoke softly, "Excuse me, are you talking about me? I'm quite curious; could you say it again for me?"

The three turned around simultaneously, looking at Wen Ling with expressions of terror, as if she were some kind of ferocious beast.

Wen Ling smiled helplessly at them. "Sorry, I accidentally overheard." She took another step forward, getting even closer to the three, and said softly, "How about you say it again? I want to hear if what you're saying is correct. If it's not, I can tell you, so that when you go out and talk nonsense, people won't mock you for running your mouth blindly."

"You!" The woman in the pink dress stepped back in humiliated rage, raising a finger to point at Wen Ling. Before she could even curse, her finger was caught by a slender, fair hand and abruptly twisted downward.

"Since you're accusing me of campus violence, I'll certainly make that charge stick. I'll let you taste what real violence is like."

The woman let out a shrill scream of pain. As Wen Ling applied more pressure, the woman's body became increasingly contorted. Cold sweat smeared her carefully applied makeup. She truly couldn't take it anymore and began to plead, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Miss Wen, I was just talking nonsense! I'm sorry, please let me go, I beg you!"

"Miss, remember to watch your mouth when you're out in public next time." Wen Ling suddenly released her. The woman fell onto the ground. The woman in the blue dress who had been gossiping with her rushed forward to support her, not daring to look at Wen Ling.

"Oh," a spark of realization flashed in Wen Ling's mind, and she finally matched the three faces to the names. She asked in a soft, gentle voice, "Aren't you the three who used to follow Ruan Miaomiao around? What's the matter? Now that Ruan Miaomiao has become a rising star and climbed the social ladder, are you all riding her coattails too?"

The woman wanted to talk back, but was silenced by the woman in the blue dress, who covered her mouth and whispered a warning: "No matter what, she's still a Wen. If you keep cursing, she'll definitely have someone cause trouble for your family!"

The woman could only shut her mouth unwillingly. Wen Ling raised an eyebrow, about to say something more, when a cold male voice interrupted her with a hint of reprimand.

"Wen Ling, what are you doing!"

Wen Ling turned her head to look. It was actually Senior Shen Yusheng, Zhou Yinhé's classmate.

The contemptuous expression on her face vanished instantly. Wen Ling looked at the approaching Shen Yusheng with an innocent expression.

"Wen Ling, are you bullying your classmates?" Shen Yusheng looked at her with disappointment. "You weren't like this before. Was everything you did back then really just an act, just as they say?"

Wen Ling secretly rolled her eyes in her heart. She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes turning red, her voice filled with grievance and loss.

"Senior Shen, I wasn't bullying them. They were insulting me and trying to hit me, so I fought back."

*Is this just being a 'Green Tea'? I can do that too.*

Shen Yusheng had arrived late and hadn't heard the three women's sarcasm; he had only seen that the woman in the pink dress had indeed raised her hand first before being caught and twisted around by Wen Ling. He frowned, feeling confused—why did he instinctively feel that Wen Ling was the one bullying others?

Seeing this, Wen Ling continued to act aggrieved: "Senior, I really wasn't bullying them."

Shen Yusheng felt ashamed of his subconscious reaction, and his handsome, fair face flushed red.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Wen Ling couldn't be bothered to argue with someone who had already judged her. She said generously, "It's okay, Senior." After saying that, she muttered under her breath, "Anyway, I'm used to being misunderstood."

(End of Chapter)